The next day, under everyone's watchful gaze, Gu Xingyue took a seat in an inconspicuous corner of the classroom.
Just as the students were whispering among themselves, a woman walked in through the door.
She wore a turtleneck sweater, her figure slender and graceful, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose and a gentle demeanor.
She walked straight up to the lectern, surveyed the room, and only then spoke slowly. "Hello, everyone. My name is Wang Yan. Starting today, I'll be your homeroom teacher. I look forward to working with you."
As her words fell, the previously quiet classroom immediately came alive.
"This teacher looks so gentle. We're in for some good days!"
"Exactly! If they'd kept letting that born-evil fallen soul master teach us, who knows what might have happened!"
"Heaven has eyes! Thank goodness our academy's upright and honorable Dean Yan saw through every last detail. Otherwise, how much injustice would we have suffered? We could've been expelled with nowhere to plead our case!"
After Zhou Yi's death, his grave had been piled high with dog shit, but he had brought it upon himself.
Listening to everyone's discussion, Gu Xingyue silently offered his assessment.
"You're all very lively." Wang Yan gently raised a hand, waited for silence to return, then continued, "But before that, we need to choose a class monitor."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over them. "Does anyone have a suitable candidate in mind? If not, I'll appoint someone myself."
Hearing this, the students could not help sighing inwardly. The position of class monitor has always belonged to the capable... And so, almost everyone simultaneously turned toward Gu Xingyue, their meaning unmistakable.
Wang Yan clearly understood this silent nomination. She instinctively adjusted her glasses, thinking, Which of the new students admitted to Shrek wasn't an acknowledged genius back home?
Precisely because of that, every last one was proud and high-minded. In the past, who knew how many people someone would have to knock down to seize the position of class monitor?
Yet now, not a single person volunteered. Things were getting more and more interesting.
Had the others known what she was thinking, they probably would have complained in unison: Don't make your Uncle Gu laugh! We don't want to be treated like stray dogs by the roadside and kicked to death!
Seeing no one respond, Wang Yan smiled and settled the matter. "Since no one is volunteering, I'll appoint the class monitor myself. No objections?"
Her answer came in one decisive voice-"None!"
After confirming once more, Wang Yan nodded in satisfaction and finally announced, "Then Gu Xingyue will be our class monitor."
Sitting in the corner, Gu Xingyue had been emptying his mind, preparing to quietly remain invisible all morning. The next second, however, the entire class's eyes landed on him at once.
He raised his head and met twenty-odd pairs of eyes that all said, "I choose you."
Gu Xingyue: "...?"
He silently sighed inwardly. Sure enough, people feared fame as pigs feared fattening. After yesterday's fight, "keeping a low profile" was no longer an option for him among the Outer Court freshmen.
Standing at the lectern, Wang Yan rested her gentle gaze on him, her tone carrying a certainty that left little room for refusal. "Gu Xingyue, congratulations on becoming class monitor. Thank you in advance for putting extra effort into our class affairs."
Gu Xingyue stood and nodded without a change in expression. "Thank you for your trust, Teacher. I'll do my best."
His words were watertight, but inwardly, he was already calculating just how much trouble this class monitor position would involve.
In principle, a position like class monitor offered plenty of benefits: more contact with teachers, better access to information, and opportunities to make his presence felt among his classmates.
But the downsides were obvious too: piles of miscellaneous chores, endless forms to fill out, and occasionally having to handle petty squabbles between classmates.
He had barely sat down when a round-faced boy beside him leaned over and lowered his voice. "Hello, Class Monitor. My name's Zhao Dazhu. If you need anything in the future, just say the word."
Gu Xingyue glanced at him. His eyes held a delicate balance of "I want to cling to your thigh, but I'm afraid of offending you."
He nodded. "Sure. I'll call you if I need anything."
Delight immediately lit up Zhao Dazhu's face, and even his back was a little straighter as he sat down again.
At the front, Wang Yan continued explaining the course schedule and things to keep in mind during their time as freshmen.
Her voice was unhurried and her explanations well organized, with the occasional humorous quip thrown in. She truly gave an impression of gentle professionalism.
And so, Wang Yan taught soul master theory for an entire day, leaving Gu Xingyue somewhat distracted. After all, having to study seriously before transmigrating was one thing, but having to study seriously even after transmigrating to another world-hadn't he transmigrated for nothing?
Finally, after enduring those agonizing hours, Gu Xingyue made it to the afternoon.
Fortunately, Shrek had no evening self-study sessions or anything of the sort. Otherwise, Gu Xingyue would have exercised his authority one way or another to benefit his fellow students and spare them the torment of evening self-study forever.
The instant the bell rang, Gu Xingyue activated Divine Speed and slipped away, leaving even Wang Yan no time to react.
After all, Wang Yan's cultivation was not even as high as Zhou Yi's. Her soul master theory was simply very strong, which had allowed her to barely qualify for the Inner Court.
So it was perfectly normal that she had not noticed.
Knowing class was over, Wang Yan had no intention of keeping them late and dismissed them outright.
But when she looked around, she discovered that Gu Xingyue's seat was already empty.
She had originally wanted to speak to Gu Xingyue about the freshman assessment, but since he had already left, she said nothing. She merely smiled, reflecting on how impatient the boy was.
At that moment, Gu Xingyue was speeding toward the Soul Guidance Department. After all, he had previously agreed with Huo Yutong that they would pick a spot and then make grilled fish.
Naturally, it would be the best spot. After all, Gu Xingyue still had the Command Block Yan Shaozhe had given him, letting him roam freely throughout the Outer Court.
As he walked, however, he noticed that he seemed to have picked up a tail.
He glanced back. Wasn't that fucking Wang Dong?
But what was he following him for?
After all, he was not Wang Dong'er from the original story, who started paying attention to him after being put through his military training.
Then he must have received the Buddha's decree to take Huo Yutong back to the Western Heaven.
He could even imagine what the Buddha was saying: "Fellow Daoist, this treasure is destined for my Western Heaven (Tang Sect). Please relinquish this opportunity and let me seize it!"
So Gu Xingyue used the most direct, incisive, and straightforward actions and words to tell this Wang Dong, "Damn, bro, what are you doing?"
"Hey, you've already called me your bro, so of course I'll tell you. My intuition told me to do this," Wang Dong replied.
What Gu Xingyue did not know was that a voice was ringing in Wang Dong's mind at that very moment: "Oh my, this child is terrifying indeed. He rightfully belongs in my Western Heaven Sect (Tang Sect)!"
"Look, it's as though golden light coils around his entire body. One glance tells you he's blessed with tremendous fortune. Extraordinary! But... isn't this that rising star?!"
Looking at the illusory figure with long blue hair in his mind, Wang Dong said, Is this the time for fortune-telling? The question is how I'm supposed to bluff my way through this. This guy's a brute who dares to sink his teeth into a Soul Emperor.
"Sigh..." The illusory figure sighed, then added, "What a pity I don't have a daughter. Otherwise, what a fine live-in son-in-law he'd make. Such a pity. Forget it, head back for now. Let me think about how to micromanage this."
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"Seriously? We've already come this far, and now you're saying there's nothing to do? What kind of father screws over his son like this?" Wang Dong said.
Wang Dong kept asking questions after that, but received no answer.
In reality, Wang Dong looked at Gu Xingyue and said, "From today onward, I acknowledge you as my boss!"
The moment Wang Dong opened his mouth, he left Gu Xingyue so thunderstruck that he almost suspected Wang Dong was the real Ultimate Lightning.
Besides, wasn't the title "jail boss" a little too auspicious?
In the end, Gu Xingyue ignored him and walked straight off, chalking Wang Dong's behavior up to having been hexed by Buddha Tang.
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