Xuan Zi Was Unfit for Great Things! The World-Shaking Wisdom of the Well-Fed Douluo!

Inside the teachers' office.

Afternoon sunlight slanted through the window and fell across Mu Jin's desk.

"My dear class monitor, we've only just been assigned to this class, and you're already making trouble for me? How am I supposed to run things from now on?" Mu Jin sat with one leg crossed over the other, an eyebrow raised at Tang Qi, who stood before his desk.

"No, it's because the two of us need to hunt for Soul Rings, isn't it?" Tang Qi rolled his eyes at him, his tone utterly matter-of-fact. Behind him, Huo Yutong nodded adorably.

"Oh!"

Mu Jin slapped his forehead. Only then did he remember.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a leave slip. "I forgot. Yutong, you've worked hard! You've reached level twenty already?"

"Should I report it to the academy and have them send a teacher to help you hunt for Soul Rings?" Mu Jin asked without looking up, his pen scratching across the paper.

The top three in the freshman assessment all had the privilege of asking the academy to help them obtain the most suitable Soul Rings.

And with Tang Qi's purple-purple-black Soul Ring combination, his next one was bound to be a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

If the academy stepped in, even if it did not send a Titled Douluo, it would at least assign a Soul Douluo teacher to protect them.

"Thanks, Teacher Mu Jin. Sorry for the trouble, but there's no need to involve the academy. My sect has made arrangements." Tang Qi took the leave slip and waved away the offer.

No thanks. Shrek had bad feng shui. He truly did not dare take that risk.

After all, whenever things started looking up for Shrek—

Xuan Zi: *Looks like this old man has to step in