The next morning.
Before dawn, Zhu Zhuqing had already opened her eyes, ready to go for a morning run with her friends as usual.
But when she turned her head, she saw that Dongfang Yao was sleeping soundly, with a satisfied and comfortable smile on her lips.
'That's really strange, Yao'er actually sleeping in?'
Zhu Zhuqing was slightly surprised and moved closer.
Gazing at her peaceful sleeping face, I couldn't help but reach out and gently poke her soft cheek with my finger.
However,
As an agility-type battle spirit master with a cat-like martial spirit, Zhu Zhuqing's sense of smell is far more acute than that of ordinary people.
Her nostrils twitched slightly as she sniffed the faint, strange scent in the air, muttering to herself in confusion, "What a strange smell."
"Wu Zhuqing?" Dongfang Yao was awakened by the slight noise, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Yao'er, can you smell it?" Zhu Zhuqing asked in a low voice.
"Smell it?" Dongfang Yao's heart skipped a beat as soon as she asked the question.
Because I hadn't indulged myself for so long, I got so engrossed in playing last night that I ended up falling asleep.
She only felt that the sheets were a little uncomfortable, but did not notice anything else obviously wrong.
Zhu Zhuqing's sense of smell was so sharp that Dongfang Yao had momentarily forgotten about it.
She tried to remain calm and said, "Uh, wait a minute, I'm going to take a shower!"
Before she finished speaking, she had already grabbed the blankets and sheets and rushed out of the room.
Watching the girl's slightly flustered back, Zhu Zhuqing blinked her clear, beautiful eyes, already understanding what was going on.
However, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
This is only human nature and is completely understandable.
However,
Just as she looked away, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a pair of men's underwear lying quietly on the floor beside Dongfang Yao's bed.
Zhu Zhuqing: ...
Yao'er, she.
Is it really that crazy?!
Morning exercise as usual.
The two rode their electric scooter to Soto for breakfast.
If you have enough time, you can also leisurely stroll through the morning market.
Just as they returned to Shrek Academy, the assembly bell rang.
The two girls noticed that a large number of people had already gathered on the playground.
Besides all the students, there were also the dean and vice dean, Flander and Zao Wuji, as well as several other middle-aged and elderly people who looked like teachers at the academy.
Yu Xiaogang stood right in the middle of these teachers.
Flander adjusted his glasses, glanced at the two women who had just returned to the group, and announced in a serious tone, "Alright, everyone's here. Now, I'll formally introduce the academy's teachers to the new students."
Next, he introduced Li Yusong, Lu Qibin, and Shao Xin in turn.
Finally, he warmly put his arm around Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, and while introducing him, he spared no praise, extolling his theoretical achievements to an extreme degree.
Although the people didn't know much about the title of "master".
But upon learning that this was Tang San's mentor, they were all invigorated, and their eyes showed more respect.
"Yao'er, do you know him? Is this person really that powerful?" Ning Rongrong leaned closer to Dongfang Yao and asked in a low voice.
Dongfang Yao's face made no attempt to hide her disdain: "What's so great about him? My brother said he's just a piece of trash! Do you even know what level his soul power is right now?"
Zhu Zhuqing joined the conversation, speculating, "Judging from his ability to sit on equal footing with the dean, could he be a Soul Saint of level seventy or higher? Or perhaps a Soul Douluo of an even higher level?"
"Pfft!" Dongfang Yao quickly covered her mouth, almost bursting out laughing.
She looked up and saw Yu Xiaogang standing tall and proud, seemingly enjoying the admiring glances from the crowd.
She lowered her voice and succinctly recounted to her two best friends what she knew about the master's illustrious deeds.
Ning Rongrong was speechless upon hearing this.
Level 29? With that kind of strength, he can be a teacher at a high-level Soul Master Academy? He probably got in through connections, right?
Level 29? A mutated, detached, useless martial soul?
Zhu Zhuqing silently compared her own abilities and suddenly realized that her talent wasn't so bad after all.
"And another thing," Dongfang Yao continued, "He was clearly eating and drinking for free at Notting Academy, but he hardly fulfilled any of his teaching responsibilities. Even when students took the initiative to ask him about martial soul knowledge, he would just give a few perfunctory replies and send them away."
Both women were shocked upon hearing this.
Yu Xiaogang has absolutely none of the qualities that a teacher should possess!
"What are you three whispering about down there? The Master is about to speak!" Flander noticed that they weren't paying attention and immediately reprimanded them sternly.
Although the three women did not continue their conversation, their expressions remained indifferent, clearly indicating that they did not take the reprimand to heart.
Yu Xiaogang's gaze lingered on Dongfang Yao for a moment, a hint of anticipation quietly rising in his heart.
He cleared his throat and said in his characteristic dry and flat tone, "The academy currently only has eight students, and in my eyes, you are an inseparable whole. I have carefully reviewed your resumes, and next, I will develop a series of targeted teaching plans for you. What I need is your full cooperation, and I do not want to hear any dissent. I will treat everyone the same, no matter who they are."
"From now on, you will all be under my unified guidance. I will arrange you in order of age: number one Dai Mubai, number two Oscar, number three Tang San, number four Ma Hongjun, number five Dongfang Yao, number six Xiao Wu, number seven Ning Rongrong, and number eight Zhu Zhuqing."
The master's gaze slowly swept over everyone, finally settling on Dongfang Yao.
"Dongfang Yao, do you have any objections to what I just said?"
"No," Dongfang Yao replied calmly.
She wondered to herself, 'What does this mean? Is someone specifically targeting me?'
The master forced a stiff, dry laugh and, in front of everyone, uttered the words he had been preparing for a long time.
"Since there are no objections, then, Dongfang Yao, among all the students' resumes, yours is the only one that is completely blank. Apart from your background, martial spirit, and soul power level, there is no other information available for reference."
I reiterate that you are a unified team, and teamwork relies on mutual understanding and trust. Now, I hope you can honestly explain the specific effects and characteristics of your four Soul Skills to everyone. Only in this way can I design a group teaching plan that best suits your team.
Yu Xiaogang was talking animatedly, oblivious to the girl's increasingly gloomy expression.
He put his hands behind his back, paced back and forth a couple of times as if to show off, and continued rambling on:
"I have studied martial spirit theory for decades, and to be honest, your existence has completely overturned my theory! At your current age, no matter how hard you work and how disciplined you are, it is absolutely impossible for your cultivation speed to reach such an unbelievable level!"
Yu Xiaogang gave a stiff, forced smile.
His tone carried an undeniable certainty:
"Therefore, I can assert that you must possess some special and highly efficient cultivation method. Am I right? If you are willing to set aside sectarianism, I hope you can generously share this method with everyone in the team. In the future, you will fight side by side as a whole. If the strength of every member of the team can improve as rapidly as yours, then whether it is the team battle in the Soto Grand Soul Arena or the upcoming Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies, the final victory will surely belong to you—the Shrek Eight Monsters!"
After he finished speaking, the playground fell into a deathly silence.
All eyes turned to Dongfang Yao.
In those eyes, a naked flame called desire flickered.
If one can master that mysterious cultivation method, one's strength will surely undergo a tremendous transformation!
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