So That's How It Is. Then Guess Which of Us Has the Stronger Backing?

Qian Chaoguang couldn't help speaking up. "Teacher Zhou."

Zhou Yi raised her eyebrows and pulled a stern face.

"Something you need?"

"Yes."

Qian Chaoguang nodded seriously, then said something shocking.

"I don't think I'm suited to be class monitor. My cultivation is too weak to convince everyone, and when the time comes, I'll easily become a laughingstock for the other classes. So I recommend Wang Dong instead."

Qian Chaoguang thought, Whoever wants this lousy class monitor job can have it. Just don't come looking for me.

It's nothing but a pile of crap every day. I can't be bothered.

Back in university, I got carried away and became class monitor on impulse. There was too damn much to do every day, and it was way too easy to get scolded.

Zhou Yi stared expressionlessly at Qian Chaoguang, and there was even a faint trace of anger in her words.

"You can't convince everyone? Do you think anyone besides you can be this class monitor right now?"

"Huh? There should be, right? Classmates, does anyone want to—uh? Why are you all backing away? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Qian Chaoguang had just been about to shirk this troublesome position when he turned around and saw more than ninety expectant gazes from New Student Class One, along with one big collective step backward.

That even included Huo Yutong, who was just as afraid of trouble, and Wang Dong, whose head was full of thoughts about watching him suffer.

Qian Chaoguang: "..."

You people sure are damn united, huh? Just leaving your brother hanging here all alone.

I really don't want to be class monitor!

I just wanted to go against Zhou Yi, that's all. What the hell are you all doing!

Under these circumstances, no matter how unwilling Qian Chaoguang was, he could only brace himself and accept it. Otherwise, he would offend both sides.

Zhou Yi said with a gloomy face, "Dismissed. Everyone take your Iron Clothes back with you. Tomorrow is Theory Class. I suggest you all meditate properly and thoroughly digest the gains from today's Physical Training Class. The afternoon after tomorrow will still be my class. I hope I don't see a single piece of trash then."

"Yes!"

The students answered with a thunderous cheer, wearing expressions of incomparable joy as they rushed toward Qian Chaoguang.

"No, no, no, come later. I'm going to say something to the Class Advisor."

Qian Chaoguang ran off like a wisp of smoke and caught up to Zhou Yi, who was walking toward the office.

"Something else?"

Zhou Yi's words carried a forced coldness.

"I just wanted to say one thing to you."

"Say it."

"Fear will not earn you respect. It will only earn you hatred."

Zhou Yi turned her head and narrowed her eyes at the smiling Qian Chaoguang, as if trying to see something in his gaze.

There was only a smile and sincerity on Qian Chaoguang's face.

He had obtained Mu En's tacit approval, and he even had Qian Duoduo as a backer behind him. He had no fear at all of Zhou Yi's greatest threat—expulsion.

If Zhou Yi dared expel him, Qian Duoduo would fight Zhou Yi to the death that very day.

It might also be Fan Yu.

Zhou Yi sneered. "Are you here to demonstrate against me? Do you think that just because you acknowledged a teacher in the Soul Tool Department, I won't dare expel you?"

"Of course not. I'm only doing my duty as a class monitor, doing my best to ease the rift between teacher and students, and fighting for the appropriate benefits for my classmates."

Qian Chaoguang still answered with a smile. With people behind him, he wasn't afraid at all.

"Of course, if you believe I'm threatening you, you can try. Teacher Fan Yu is strong, but in the end, he isn't the top authority in the academy."

Zhou Yi's heart jolted, but she quickly calmed down again and said coldly, "What does this have to do with him?"

"Nothing much. I was just saying it casually. Teacher Zhou, although my cultivation is a little lacking, my ability to gather information is very strong. I told you that this morning. As far as I know, over the course of your teaching career, you've expelled at least more than five hundred students."

"Five hundred students of Shrek. Even if we don't count the families and forces behind them, that's still an extremely vast power. Perhaps... this is why, aside from hunting Spirit Rings, you've never left Shrek City all these years?"

Shrek Academy was full of talented people, so Qian Chaoguang had found out this information with extreme ease.

With several thousand people around, there would always be some who were dissatisfied with Zhou Yi. Not everyone had Stockholm syndrome.

According to what Qian Chaoguang had learned over the past two days, there were quite a few of them.

This was a point very worth making use of.

Zhou Yi seemed somewhat impatient. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Do you truly believe that an educational method that makes students so utterly terrified is right? Taking off your mask and calmly talking with students will not damage your authority."

Qian Chaoguang spoke seriously.

"You are still afraid, aren't you? In the end, you're only a Soul Emperor, not a Titled Douluo. And yet according to the information I've found over these past few days, among the many students you expelled, at least over a dozen have already become Soul Saints, while Soul Emperors and Soul Kings are too numerous to count."

"Enough!"

Zhou Yi said sharply.

"Now get back to your dormitory! You'd better pray I don't catch anything on you."

"Very well. Since you have no intention of accepting my suggestion, then as you wish. Goodbye, Teacher."

Qian Chaoguang answered politely.

In his Divine Sense, Zhou Yi's fleeing figure looked utterly wretched.

She was panicking.

She was afraid, too.

It was true that Zhou Yi had barely ever left Shrek City. Qian Chaoguang had gone to great lengths before learning it from a Fifth Grade Senior Zhou Yi had once taught.

That person hated Zhou Yi deeply. He had secretly collected intelligence and materials for years, waiting for a chance to take revenge, and Qian Chaoguang had obtained some extremely explosive information from him.

One item among them greatly piqued Qian Chaoguang's interest. He planned to begin gathering evidence tonight.

As for those Soul Saints and Soul Emperors he had mentioned afterward?

He had only been bluffing offhand. He had not expected Zhou Yi to be truly frightened to this extent.

If someone could enter Shrek Academy, then after a decade or so, becoming a Soul King or Soul Emperor was not all that difficult. With better talent, becoming a Soul Saint was not impossible either.

The first thing Qian Chaoguang did after school started was check the class schedule. Shrek's courses contained absolutely no content on moral education.

Under such circumstances, it was impossible for none of the expelled students to resent Zhou Yi.

Fear was bound to reap hatred.

According to that Fifth Grade Senior, he knew a former senior from who knew how many generations back who was about to advance to Soul Saint.

That senior was extremely patient and had stayed in Shrek City all this time, waiting stubbornly for the day Zhou Yi left the city so he could seize the chance to take revenge.

From the conversation just now, Qian Chaoguang had already sensed it very clearly.

Zhou Yi was very afraid.

She also knew that her conduct of expelling students was nothing but bluster masking weakness.

Even if many of her theories were indeed correct.

Even if she was a teacher who protected her own—only her "good students," that was.

But wrong was wrong. There was nothing more to say.

If Fan Yu, one of Shrek's few Rank 8 Soul Tool Masters, had not been backing her up, this bitch would have been expelled by Du Weilun a hundred times over already.

This kind of behavior—lacking any real ability, yet being incomparably arrogant and deranged—stirred up some extremely unpleasant school memories for Qian Chaoguang. Since Zhou Yi had put it that way, then don't blame me for dealing with you.