Even a mosquito leg was still meat—every bit helped.
Su Wen followed Elder Gong to the referee's platform.
The two homeroom teachers arrived late. As class instructors, they had to lead their respective classes into the Great Arena in an orderly manner for the trials.
Due to space limitations, only two classes could enter at a time for the second-year assessment.
But by coincidence—
the two teachers in charge locked eyes.
One was an elderly woman with gray hair, her gaze sharp and cold. The other was a young, beautiful woman. Sparks flew between them, like needles clashing against wheat awns.
Su Wen's expression turned strange.
Zhou Yi and Mu Jin?
It seemed so.
Teachers of Shrek Academy's outer court usually did not serve as homeroom teachers consecutively. They often took breaks between classes—and Zhou Yi happened to be teaching again after a rest period.
"Teacher Zhou Yi," Mu Jin chuckled, her face filled with mockery. "The quality of your class seems a little low. Don't tell me you'll end up eliminating everyone before the assessment even finishes."
"Worry about your own class," Zhou Yi replied expressionlessly. "It'll be interesting if our class ends up exceeding both its average and highest previous scores."
"Our class has Xiao Yan," Mu Jin said arrogantly. "A level-thirty-two offensive-type Soul Master. His martial soul can be traced back to the ancient Zhu Yan. His talent is top-tier—unmatched in the entire grade."
She sneered.
"With your group of mediocre students, you think you can surpass his score? Heh."
"Hmph!"
Zhou Yi's expression darkened.
Despite her confidence, her class truly lacked outstanding students. The strongest among them was only a level-twenty-seven Great Soul Master.
A bunch of useless trash…
Her fingernails dug into her palms as she glared at her class, already planning to increase their training intensity.
But just as she turned her head, she noticed a child sitting casually beside the judges' seats.
Her anger instantly flared.
"Tsk. Kid, don't you understand basic respect for teachers?" Zhou Yi snapped. "None of us teachers have even sat down yet. Who gave you permission to sit? Which first-year class are you from? Who's your homeroom teacher?"
Su Wen looked confused.
What is this, menopause rage? Kicking a passing dog for no reason?
"Are you talking to me?" Su Wen raised an eyebrow.
"Nonsense! Who else could I be talking to?" Zhou Yi barked. "If you're not cultivating properly in first year, who brought you here?!"
Elder Gong had temporarily stepped away.
To Zhou Yi, Su Wen looked like a child dragged here by some teacher—perhaps someone's relative.
Among the outer court teachers, Zhou Yi was rarely afraid of anyone. After all, her husband was the head of the Soul Guidance Department and had a strong chance of becoming vice dean.
A female teacher hurriedly tugged at Zhou Yi's sleeve.
She had personally seen Su Wen chatting and laughing with Elder Gong. This boy's background was definitely not simple.
"Zhou Yi," she whispered urgently.
But it was too late.
"If you want to vent your temper, do it in your own class," Su Wen said calmly, stretching lazily. "Don't bark at everyone you see."
"I'd never go to your women's class anyway."
"If I did, it would be the Hibiscus Class."
…
The entire arena fell into dead silence.
Zhou Yi's face slowly turned a deep purplish red. Her violent temper nearly made her attack on the spot. She clenched her teeth and spoke word by word:
"I won't argue with you. But where are your parents?! Step forward! I want to see who raised such a little beast without teaching him any manners!"
"I brought him."
A lazy voice sounded from behind.
"So what?"
A gray-haired old man slowly walked over, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Yi.
"This woman from Fan Yu… how did she become like this?"
Zhou Yi's pupils instantly shrank.
It was Elder Gong.
The person in charge of the Great Beast Arena.
A Title Douluo who had advanced many years ago, with extremely high status in the academy. He was only one step away from becoming a senior elder, but because he loved cultivating soul beasts, he chose to retire here.
In the past, Elder Gong had simply ignored her. Now, she could only force out an awkward smile.
Even if Fan Yu truly became vice dean of the Soul Guidance Department, he still couldn't afford to offend this man.
Meanwhile, Elder Gong glanced at Su Wen. Seeing that the boy showed no intention of leaving, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
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