Fan Yu: What the Hell Did I Marry?

"Expelled?"

"You fired her?"

Qian Duoduo wiped off the water he had spat onto himself, his face full of astonishment as he asked with a frown.

"Yes. This is Zhou Yi's dismissal notice. She is your disciple's wife, after all. Want to take a look?"

Yan Shaozhe wiped the desk with a tissue in disgust, then casually tossed a document to him as though throwing away a piece of trash. It was Zhou Yi's dismissal notice.

From this day onward.

Zhou Yi was no longer a teacher at Shrek.

"You... Yan Shaozhe, she's my disciple's wife!"

"You know I've never had a son. Fan Yu is like my own son, and his wife is my daughter-in-law!"

"She might not be a competent teacher, but you fired her without saying a word to me? What's that supposed to mean?"

Qian Duoduo's face burned with anger as he spoke through gritted teeth.

Whatever else she was, she was still his daughter-in-law.

Regardless of the circumstances, they should at least have notified the Soul Tool Department. Firing her without a word-did they have any regard for him, the Vice Dean of the Soul Tool Department?

Yan Shaozhe remained silent. Who had just said he could handle the Martial Soul Department's affairs himself?

"The arrangements of my Martial Soul Department."

"Are hardly yours to interfere with."

He spoke calmly.

"You..."

"But you can't just fire her like that. There has to be a reason."

Qian Duoduo looked displeased. Surely a dismissal required an explanation. That boy Fan Yu was somewhat blinded by love, and he doted endlessly on that ill-tempered woman.

Firing her like this could easily affect him.

Besides, his daughter-in-law merely treated students a little poorly. Her advancement rate was still extremely high. The academy needed distinguished teachers like her, talented educators.

"A reason! You want to talk reasons with me?"

"Will this file do?"

At those words, Yan Shaozhe immediately snorted, anger rising on his face as he tossed a file envelope to him.

"What file..."

Qian Duoduo snorted. Why was he getting so worked up?

Grumbling aside, he opened the envelope with a frown. Then his brows drew even tighter.

It was filled to the brim with Zhou Yi's past heroic exploits-

[March 21: Expelled Chang Gongwei after learning that the student had spoken ill of the teacher-Zhou Yi]

[March 24: Expelled Jiang Xiaojiang for spending excessive time eating in the cafeteria and neglecting cultivation-Zhou Yi]

[April 1: Expelled Quarter for disrespecting the Soul Tool Department's technology-Zhou Yi]

The farther Qian Duoduo read, the more his expression settled into silence, his face growing still as well.

Not just him-even Du Weilun, whom Yan Shaozhe had originally assigned to investigate Zhou Yi, had nearly started trembling.

They had known Zhou Yi went too far, but never imagined she had gone this far-

There were eighty students involved, including but not limited to those listed above. Eighty. A full eighty!

Every entry might have included a so-called reason for expulsion, but not a single one stood up to scrutiny. They were all trivial matters.

"Does she have a death wish?"

"Expelling this many students?"

By the time he reached the end, Qian Duoduo's eyes were filled with disbelief. His whole face darkened, and he could not help speaking out.

Was she brain-dead?

The entire Soul Tool Department had fewer than two hundred students in a year. The number Zhou Yi had expelled was nearly half an incoming class.

And this was supposed to be the teacher with the highest advancement rate?

"Don't tell me her advancement rate... she did this to..."

Qian Duoduo trailed off, and Yan Shaozhe nodded coldly. He had never expected Zhou Yi to have so much rotten business behind her. More importantly, not a single person had complained.

Or rather, no one had dared to complain.

Had Du Weilun not examined the students' withdrawal files one by one, they might never have discovered any of it.

Did Zhou Yi really think Shrek was a plaything in her hands?

The academy had been established for students to interact and grow, not for schemers like her to inflate their "advancement rates" and strut around like a fox borrowing a tiger's might.

"Now."

"Is there anything else you want to argue with me about?"

Yan Shaozhe spoke bluntly, his expression cold.

Qian Duoduo had nothing to say.

She expelled students who could not advance under all sorts of pretexts, keeping only those who could improve her advancement rate. With that approach, it would have been strange if her rate had not ranked first.

Zhou Yi was undoubtedly a genius at raising advancement rates. But had she achieved it through honest means?

"And all of this only truly came to light because a new teacher from the Inner Court intervened. Even now, she's still trying to intimidate him with Fan Yu's reputation."

"A new teacher?"

Hearing this, Qian Duoduo felt both unsurprised and deeply taken aback. That person had to be stronger than Zhou Yi, or she would not have brought up Fan Yu's name.

But a newly arrived teacher possessed enough boldness, strength, and standing to influence even Yan Shaozhe and bring all this to light?

"He's only a teacher because he has no interest in joining the leadership. Don't mistake him for trash like Zhou Yi..."

"I've fired Zhou Yi. Whether you remove Fan Yu from his post is up to you, but you should take a look at this new teacher's information."

Out of consideration for Qian Duoduo's position in the academy, Yan Shaozhe glanced at him and placed a file containing Chu Ge's most basic information beside him.

"Three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?"

"He's a Titled Douluo???"

Qian Duoduo read on with a restless heart, then instantly lost his composure. A Titled Douluo, with three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!

Against someone like that, being one level higher meant nothing. Even if he were several levels higher, he would still be beaten like a baby.

"He also seems to have made another breakthrough recently."

Yan Shaozhe added this with a cheerful smile, as though he himself had made the breakthrough rather than someone else.

"I think Fan Yu's grasp of Soul Tool Technology really isn't sufficient yet. He should do more research before holding that position."

"Thank you, Dean Yan. I'll be going."

Qian Duoduo made his decision immediately. Leaving those words behind, he hurried out and dialed his Soul Tool Telephone, calling the disciple who was probably still being kept in the dark.

Elsewhere, in the Soul Tool Department director's office.

"Honey!"

"That damned bastard actually did that? Just wait. If I don't beat him so badly today that his own mother won't recognize him, my surname isn't Fan."

Fan Yu spoke furiously, having already prepared a Level 8 Soul Tool and resolved to get justice for his wife.

Earlier, a woman with a face swollen like a pig's head had come looking for him in his office. He had wondered who she was, only to discover she was his wife!

If he did not avenge this, he was no man!

"Wait a moment. Let me answer my teacher's call first."

Once he answered the call and heard the voice on the other end, his expression instantly looked as though he had eaten shit.

After listening to Zhou Yi's embellished, nonsensical account, a fierce fire had risen in his heart. He had wanted nothing more than to confront the culprit immediately and demand justice.

Yet from his teacher, he learned everything, including Zhou Yi's provocations and her arbitrary expulsions.

At that moment, he fell silent. What the hell had he married? Was this still his kind, approachable wife?

She was a fucking cunt!

Thinking back over the past decade and more, he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the woman before him, doting on her endlessly, always afraid she might suffer the slightest harm. Yet how many people had she harmed?

At that thought, the fire in his heart blazed even hotter.

"Honey, why are you just standing there?"

"Let's hurry up and go."

Zhou Yi returned to the office from outside, looking bewildered as she urged him on.

Zhou Yi.

I treated you as my wife.

And you treated me like a fucking idiot.

Fan Yu still had not recovered. Looking at the woman before him, his feelings were a tangled mess, and he could not help muttering inwardly.

Even now, he was doing his utmost to keep himself from erupting.

"Hurry up and get justice for me, honey!"

But the next moment, when Zhou Yi stared at his face and uttered those words, Fan Yu finally snapped.

"Get justice, huh?"

He laughed in his fury.

"Honey, what's wrong? Say some-"

Smack-

Zhou Yi did not understand why her husband had suddenly become like this. She nodded, but the next moment, a palm came hurtling toward her.

Her face, already swollen like a pig's head, grew even larger.

Pain. Searing, burning pain.

Unlike Chu Ge's violence, which had left her swollen and silent with every blow, being slapped by her own man hurt in every possible way!

"Get justice, my fucking ass."

"Zhou Yi, making me neglect my duties wasn't enough? You want to destroy me too?"

At that moment, Fan Yu was almost hysterical.

A Titled Douluo with Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings-against someone on that level, he would not even know how he had died!

And so this farce ended with Zhou Yi's face swollen a full four sizes larger and her being thrown out.

"A Titled Douluo..."

"How could he possibly be a Titled Douluo..."

(End of chapter)