Wu Changkong arrived with First Grade Class Five as well.
Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue still followed behind him. After yesterday's clean, decisive victory, the students of Class Five were noticeably more spirited, their eyes shining. Even though they still wouldn't be the ones fighting today, simply looking at the trio gave them an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
Over by Grade One Class Three, their homeroom teacher, Ye Yingrong, had already stepped forward to greet him.
"Hello, Teacher Wu."
Smiling, she gave Wu Changkong a slight nod.
Ye Yingrong was indeed beautiful. Over a hundred and seventy centimeters tall, she had a slender, well-proportioned figure, with long, pale-green hair tied into a neat ponytail. Everything about her conveyed a crisp, refreshing air. Her skin was fair and her features delicate. Judging by appearance alone, no one would likely have questioned it if she claimed to be a student in the Senior Division.
She had joined Eastsea Academy as a teacher at twenty-three and was a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. At her age, that was already quite outstanding.
"Hello." Wu Changkong nodded to her as well.
"I'm Class Three's homeroom teacher, Ye Yingrong." She deliberately repeated her name, her smile unchanged.
She knew perfectly well that this cold, aloof heartthrob probably didn't remember who she was at all.
Someone like Wu Changkong always seemed to live in his own world. Of all the female teachers and students at the Academy, there were probably very few whose names he actually remembered.
"Mm."
Wu Changkong merely acknowledged her before his gaze drifted toward the Competition Platform.
Standing beside him, Xie Xie watched in rapt admiration.
Now that was true icy aloofness!
Compared with Wu Changkong, his own deliberate airs in the past had been nothing more than playing house.
Ye Yingrong clearly