"That New Teacher"!

It was as if the person before him wasn't Huo Gua at all, but a sweet, obedient young maid...

Come to think of it, what would Huo Gua look like in a maid outfit?

She was so petite. She'd probably be adorable...

Xiang Jun entertained the wicked thought, unable to stop himself from imagining Huo Gua in a maid outfit.

Huo Yuhao, who was waiting patiently beside him, suddenly felt a surge of ill will and shivered involuntarily.

A full day had passed since Zhou Yi had been beaten badly enough to leave her seriously injured. The students of Class One, Freshmen were excitedly discussing who their new homeroom teacher would be.

Tang Wutong pretended nothing was amiss while stealing glances at the person beside her.

Hmph. He's annoyingly good-looking. Even more handsome than Dad...

For some reason, ever since yesterday's match, Tang Wutong had kept comparing Xiang Jun to her father, the God King.

To her horror, she'd realized her father might not be all-powerful after all. At Xiang Jun's age, he would have been utterly outclassed...

With that thought, Tang Wutong quietly shifted her chair a little closer to Xiang Jun.

"If you move any closer, you'll be sitting on me. What are you trying to do?" Xiang Jun asked helplessly, having noticed her little maneuver.

Caught in the act, Tang Wutong blushed.

Because you smell so good!

But she couldn't tell Xiang Jun that. He might think she was a pervert with some strange fetish.

"I-I... I just wanted to sit closer to the window. Don't get the wrong idea!" Despite her words, Tang Wutong looked guilty and couldn't meet Xiang Jun's eyes.

Hmph! She says one thing and means another!

Tang Wutong really is hopeless!

The look on Xiang Jun's face said he had seen right through her but wouldn't say a word. Tang Wutong wanted to crawl into a hole.

Just as she was about to lose her composure completely, the classroom door opened, sparing her further embarrassment.

Hmph! Xiang Jun is awful. He knows perfectly well what's going on, but he still wants to laugh at me!

Tang Wutong turned to glare at him. She looked so aggrieved that she resembled a young wife who'd been heartlessly abandoned, and Xiang Jun felt a chill run down his spine.

The sound drew everyone's attention to the classroom door, where a graceful figure appeared.

"Wow, she's gorgeous!"

"Gorgeous doesn't begin to cover it. Just look at her!"

"Is she one of our upperclassmen?"

Exclamations rang out across the classroom as soon as she appeared. Even Xiang Jun was impressed.

The newcomer had long, silky golden hair, fair skin, and delicate, gentle features. Every glance and smile held both a mature woman's allure and a trace of girlish innocence.

A simple yellow robe showed off her figure to perfection. She was full-figured without being excessive, and the girls in the class couldn't help feeling envious.

Seeing Xiang Jun staring, Tang Wutong pouted and muttered sourly, "Hmph. What's so great about being big? That must feel awfully heavy..."

Xiang Jun calmly looked away and couldn't resist teasing her. "What, are you jealous?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Tang Wutong's modest curves.

"What are you talking about? What would I have to be jealous of?" Despite her protest, Tang Wutong instinctively hunched over.

Seeing her so unusually shy, Xiang Jun couldn't resist teasing her further. He leaned slightly toward her.

"It's okay. Small is cute too!"

His warm breath brushed her ear. Tang Wutong felt weak all over, and even her head went fuzzy.

Wait. What did he mean by that?

Was he trying to confess to me?

She had talked herself into it, and that made it all the more dangerous.

Thanks to her Sea God Martial Soul, Tang Wutong had always felt something unusual toward Xiang Jun. It wasn't ordinary romantic attraction. It was more like finding someone of her own kind after years of loneliness.

That feeling had grown even stronger after she saw Seagod's Trident.

If anyone else had treated Tang Wutong so flirtatiously, he might have received a little hammer capable of curing insomnia rather than a glimpse of her blushing ears...

Watching the two of them laugh and chat ahead of her, Huo Yuhao suddenly felt hollow inside. Even the joy of advancing her cultivation last night vanished without a trace.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Han Ruoruo, your new homeroom teacher for Class One, Freshmen. I'm also your upperclassman!"

The gentle voice interrupted Xiang Jun and Tang Wutong's teasing and drew everyone's attention.

Han Ruoruo?

It's actually her!

Xiang Jun raised an eyebrow, surprised.

As the most senior student in the inner academy, Han Ruoruo was the very image of warmth and poise. She treated everyone like a caring older sister, making people feel close to her without even trying.

If Yan Shaozhe had sent another self-important homeroom teacher like Zhou Yi, Xiang Jun would have had to seriously consider leaving Shrek Academy, taking his talents to the South Coast, and joining Star Luo National Academy...

Then he could win not one, not two... but five, six, seven All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament trophies.

Han Ruoruo's looks had won over most of the boys, but some of the girls doubted her qualifications.

After all, she looked so young—twenty-something at most.

Noticing their appraising gazes, Han Ruoruo arched an eyebrow. A terrifying surge of Soul Power erupted from her and pressed down on everyone.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

A Soul Sage!

The seven Spirit Rings that revealed her cultivation stunned everyone.

Han Ruoruo took in their expressions. Satisfied that she had made the impression she wanted, she withdrew her Soul Power.

"I hope we'll all get along during our time together. But rather than 'Teacher,' I'd prefer it if you called me Sister Ruoruo!"

She gave them a playful wink, leaving the boys utterly smitten.

"Since this is our first day together, let's start with introductions. We'll begin with you." Han Ruoruo clapped her hands and nodded to a boy in the front row.

The boy was clearly nervous, but Han Ruoruo's encouraging gaze gave him the courage to stand. "My name is Shen Zhaozhao. My Martial Soul is the Ruyi Disk, and I'm a level nineteen support-type Soul Master."