The True Warrior Dares to Blacken Shrek in Front of the Sea God Pavilion Master

"I said she was my younger sister. Would you believe that?"

Qian Chaoguang tried to salvage a little of his dignity and prove he was not that kind of person.

Huo Yutong clutched Qian Chaoguang's sleeve tightly, blushing as she lowered her head.

Mu En chuckled. "I believe you. I believe everything."

Fine.

Like hell you do. You obviously don't believe me!

You're one step away from writing "I'm just lying here quietly watching you bullshit me" all over your face!

"Forget it. Thank you."

Qian Chaoguang thanked Mu En gloomily, then pulled Huo Yutong into the dormitory.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What an interesting young couple. What interesting young people. You seem to have quite a few secrets."

Mu En murmured softly, then half-closed his eyes again, looking drowsy.

The Dormitory Building's structure was somewhat similar to the university dorms from his previous life.

Following what Mu En had told him, Qian Chaoguang soon found his own dorm room.

Sure enough, just as described in the original work, the long-sealed dorm room had an unpleasant smell inside, and the few pieces of furniture in the room were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Qian Chaoguang opened the window, swung the dorm room door back and forth a few times, and that stale, rotten smell all flowed out through the window.

Sweeping, wiping, mopping, deep cleaning, organizing luggage, making the bed, and while he was at it, using Extreme Ice Light to lower the stuffy heat inside the room—the entire process was finished in less than half an hour.

He really had no idea how Huo Gua in the original work had spent an entire hour finishing the cleaning. That was honestly a bit too sluggish.

After cleaning the dorm, Qian Chaoguang went to complete his official soul master registration and received a very precious one Gold Soul Coin.

Mm.

One Gold Soul Coin.

When Qian Chaoguang was eating lunch, he casually asked about it, and Huo Yutong, this two-ring Soul Grandmaster, also received one Gold Soul Coin.

Even Bei Bei, this Soul Elder, also received one Gold Soul Coin. This rich young master from who knew how many generations of wealth could not even be bothered to collect it. Ten months' worth would only barely cover one venue fee at the Soul Arena.

Soul Ancestors too.

Oh, Soul Ancestors got nothing. That actually fucking followed Spirit Hall's old tradition from ten thousand years ago.

Honestly, in all of Shrek Academy, aside from Qian Chaoguang, who would never let a single bit of free wool slip by, Huo Yutong, who had once been terrified by poverty, and Jiang Nannan, who had been poor all the way until now, there probably were not many others who went to collect the subsidy, right?

One of the biggest prerequisites to getting into Shrek was possessing a handwritten recommendation letter from an official of city lord rank or above in any of the Four Great Empires.

The families of students who could obtain something like that—were! either! rich! or! noble!

On the way back, Qian Chaoguang silently prayed in his heart that the roommate arriving in three days would absolutely not be that Little Princess disguised as a man whose soul had been cut away by two-thirds.

He only wanted to cultivate quietly and steadily, then create a God Realm of his own, take Huo Yutong with him to enjoy eternal life, and occasionally travel around the universe.

Tang Wutong... oh, one-third Tang Wutong. Someone this troublesome should stay far, far away from him, fast!

It would be best if he were not assigned to Class One either. A teacher like Zhou Yi, whose teaching ability was negative yet who still had an outrageously good opinion of herself, should crawl as far away as possible and stop coming out to disgust people.

But...

Murphy's Law told us that sometimes, the more you did not want to see something, the more likely that very thing would show up.

When Qian Chaoguang and Huo Yutong went to the bulletin board the next day to check the class assignment results, his name was impressively listed under Class One.

His gaze shifted toward the upper right, and that line of bold black text immediately made Qian Chaoguang want to draw his blade and split the bulletin board apart.

New Student Class One Class Advisor: Zhou Yi

"Fuck!"

On the way back, Qian Chaoguang ultimately still failed to hold back and cursed angrily, leaving Huo Yutong very confused.

In her impression, Qian Chaoguang rarely swore.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Qian Chaoguang patiently explained, "That Class Advisor of our Class One is a real piece of work. I asked around before. Last year, nine-tenths of the students in the class she led were expelled for all kinds of bizarre reasons. Tell me, isn't that ridiculous?"

"Huh? Nine-tenths? That's way too many!"

Huo Yutong turned pale with shock and could not help covering her mouth.

There were ten new student classes in total, and each class basically had a hundred people. Even without counting the four large classes assigned later, Zhou Yi had at least expelled more than ninety students!

"Then why does the academy still keep her?"

"Because the proportion of students who enter the inner courtyard is high. Nearly a quarter of the students in the classes she leads can enter the inner courtyard. That statistic is among the best in the entire school."

It would have been fine if he had not mentioned it, but once this matter came up, Qian Chaoguang grew even angrier. His eyes flicked quickly to the side, and he deliberately raised his voice.

"In my opinion, Shrek's top leadership is purely sick in the head. What damn use is there in only looking at the high proportion of students entering the inner courtyard? Talking about proportion without talking about numbers—isn't that just playing dirty?"

"Oh? Child, why do you say that is playing dirty?"

An aged voice suddenly came from afar. The two turned and saw that it was none other than Mu En, lying on a recliner by the roadside.

"Old man, the reason is obvious. A high advancement rate, right? That's pure nonsense. If you expel all the poor students who can't pass, how could the advancement rate not be high?"

Qian Chaoguang knew Mu En's identity, but that did not stop him from continuing to complain, because he was doing it on purpose.

Having studied Soul Land II extremely thoroughly, he knew what Mu En was thinking, and he also knew what Mu En wanted in his twilight years.

"If you can judge whether a teacher is good or bad just by looking at the advancement rate without looking at the number of students, then fine. Let me be the Class Advisor of New Student Class One. I'll expel every student except my Younger Sister. The inner courtyard advancement rate will be one hundred percent. Would that make me Shrek's number one gold-medal teacher? Which teacher could surpass my data?"

"Mm, young man, what you said makes a great deal of sense. You see things very clearly too."

Mu En did not react much. Instead, he cheerfully praised Qian Chaoguang.

Huo Yutong could not help asking, "Grandpa, if this Teacher Zhou really is like my brother says, doesn't the academy do anything about it?"

"It will. It's just missing an opportunity. Once people have spent too long together, things that were originally simple become very complicated."

As he spoke, Mu En glanced at Qian Chaoguang, whether intentionally or not.

Beneath those aged, wrinkled eyelids hid an indescribable heat, making Qian Chaoguang's body pause for a moment.

In those seemingly clouded eyes, he seemed to understand many things.

Mu En had seen that he recognized him, and had seen that he was far from ordinary.

Mm.

That was right. This was exactly what he had done for Mu En to see.

He had pretended to be a greenhorn with terrible acting skills and put on such an exaggerated performance. If Mu En still could not see through it, then he really would have to reassess the intelligence of this Dragon God Douluo.

Qian Chaoguang was certain that this aged Limit Douluo would not do anything to him.

Right now, all he cared about was whether Shrek could continue on for another five hundred years.

It seemed this Dragon God Douluo had tacitly allowed some of his "little ideas."

Having received the reply he wanted, Qian Chaoguang spoke happily. "There will be such an opportunity, and it won't be far off."

"Hehehehehehe. That's good. When too much trash piles up, it should be cleaned out from time to time. A proper deep cleaning."

"The tools are ready-made. The main thing is whether someone will use them."

"There will be. After staying still for too long, one needs to move around once in a while too."

"Opportunity? What opportunity? How did this suddenly turn into sweeping dust? Brother, Grandpa, what exactly are you talking about?"

Huo Yutong was completely confused, utterly unable to understand the riddle Mu En and Qian Chaoguang were speaking in.

Qian Chaoguang gave Mu En a meaningful look. Now that he had confidence, he saluted Mu En, then pulled Huo Yutong away.

He had not expected there to really be a bit of an unexpected gain.

With this guarantee, he could also rest easy and go challenge his future homeroom teacher.

Of course, his main purpose was still for this performance to dispel some of the misgivings in Mu En's heart at the same time.

Old Mu En did not have many scenes in the original work, but his mind was frighteningly sharp. Who knew where Ye Xishui had gotten the idea that he was wooden.

After testing him, things were indeed as Qian Chaoguang had expected. Mu En really only cared about whether Shrek could continue to be passed down, and would not dig deeply into other minor details.

A small preview: if the recommendation-site short notice comes today, then starting today there'll be three updates a day. Charge for Six-Channel Sanjiang!

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