radicalducati Chapter 102: The Classic of Classics - Those Who Dare Not Cause Trouble Are Mediocre!
Chapter 102: The Classic of Classics - Those Who Dare Not Cause Trouble Are Mediocre!
Zhou Yi's gaze slowly swept across every young face in the classroom.
But the gaze that scrutinized the new students lacked the gentleness and tolerance that a teacher should have when first meeting a student.
All that remained was scrutiny and an undisguised, almost disgusted, critical eye.
After a moment, she spoke.
His voice was hoarse and deep, like sandpaper rubbing against rust, each word carrying a rough, scratching sensation on the eardrums.
"My name is Zhou Yi, and I am the homeroom teacher of Class 1."
"You're unlucky to be assigned to my class."
"Because in my system, no amount of garbage will pass the test."
Her gaze swept across the entire room once more, as if to confirm the rapidly fading color on every face and the slight contraction of their pupils.
"What I want to cultivate are true monsters."
She emphasized the word "monster" with an almost morbid obsession.
"Not an idiot."
Quiet.
The entire classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to the point of being almost inaudible.
Dozens of young men and women, who had just gathered here from all over the country as geniuses, were now frozen in place, like fledglings with their throats being choked, silent as cicadas in winter.
Looking at these reactions, Zhou Yi's wrinkled face remained unmoved, but a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flickered deep in her eyes.
This is exactly the effect she wanted.
Awe, fear, and obedience.
This is where Zhou Yi's teaching began.
"At most only half of you will be able to advance to the second year this year."
Finally, someone couldn't help but gasp, the faint hissing sound standing out clearly in the deathly silent classroom.
Zhou Yi ignored her and abruptly changed the subject: "Those who have been fighting in the academy during these few days of registration, stand up."
Inside the classroom, the freshmen looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion.
School just started, and I never expected that the first question my homeroom teacher would ask would be this.
Huo Yuhao's eyes flickered slightly, still unsure of what Teacher Zhou was up to.
On the day he registered, he did indeed take on dozens of opponents by himself at the east gate of the college.
He stood up calmly, his posture upright, and met Zhou Yi's scrutinizing gaze with a composed look.
Beside him, Wang Dong bit his lower lip.
He recalled the moment last night when he lunged at Huo Yuhao and instantly lost consciousness. Did that count as fighting? It probably did, right?
After all, he did make a move, but he hadn't even had a chance to touch the other party yet...
He stole a glance at Huo Yuhao's upright profile, and then, as if in a fit of pique, he abruptly stood up.
Zhou Yi didn't urge her; she just waited quietly.
Take a breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
No one stood up anymore.
Finally, Zhou Yi let out a short, cold snort.
"Just two?"
Her voice suddenly rose, sharp with a hint of disappointment: "A bunch of good-for-nothings!"
"Haven't you heard the saying, 'Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre'?"
She slammed her hand on the podium, the dull thud of her withered palm striking the wooden surface sending shivers down the spines of the students in the first row.
"With your cowardly nature, you dare to apply to Shrek Academy? You dare call yourselves Soul Masters?"
Her gaze, like a poisoned knife, swept across the room: "You might as well pack your bags and go home!"
The classroom remained deathly silent.
But in that silence, there was no longer just simple fear.
Some felt ashamed, some were unconvinced, some gritted their teeth, and some clenched their fists.
Huo Yuhao was also taken aback when he heard this. He had thought that Shrek Academy ten thousand years later was already arrogant and bizarre enough.
He thought things would have been better ten thousand years ago, but he never expected his homeroom teacher to give him a shock on the first day of school.
It turns out that it wasn't just Shrek Academy ten thousand years later that got sick; it turns out that the teachers at Shrek Academy ten thousand years ago taught their students in this way.
He suddenly understood.
I understand what it means for those above to influence those below, and I understand what it means for deeply ingrained problems to be difficult to reverse.
The reason Shrek Academy became like that ten thousand years later was not due to a sudden decline, but rather the seeds were sown from this very moment.
Zhou Yi's lips twitched slightly, just about to continue her thoroughly satisfying show of force.
"teacher."
A clear voice, neither too loud nor too soft, steadily interrupted the words she was about to utter.
I disagree with that statement.
It was Huo Yuhao who spoke.
He stood there, meeting Zhou Yi's suddenly sharp gaze.
"If you provoke an even more powerful being, that's not bravery, that's asking for trouble."
His enrollment in Shrek Academy does not mean he will accept the erroneous ideas taught there!
Dozens of eyes turned to that straight back, some in surprise, some in worry, and some in anticipation—a feeling of something suppressed for too long suddenly being revealed…
Zhou Yi's face darkened visibly.
"You've provoked an even more powerful being?" She said slowly and deliberately, with a cold laugh, "That only proves... you're too weak."
Huo Yuhao was speechless upon hearing this.
This is not an explanation; it's pure sophistry and has absolutely no logic!
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Zhou Yi did not give him a chance to speak.
"In my class..." her voice suddenly rose, "all you have to do is obey!"
The withered hand slammed onto the podium once more.
"No one... can question me!"
Before he could finish speaking...
A powerful surge of soul force, like a tangible giant wave, erupted from her seemingly hunched body!
Two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings swirled and rose from beneath her feet.
The soul power fluctuations at the Soul Emperor level were like an invisible mountain, relentlessly crushing down on the entire classroom.
The students in the front row, whose soul power was still shallow, felt a tightness in their chests, their breathing suddenly became rapid and difficult, their faces turned pale, and their lips trembled slightly.
This is not a demonstration, this is repression.
With an absolute difference in strength, we crush any potential dissent.
However, Huo Yuhao, the core target of this Soul Emperor's pressure, remained calm at this moment.
Even, deep within his eyes, a glimmer of light, almost imperceptible, flashed by.
Almost at the same instant, four spirit rings rose up from beneath his feet!
Two purple, two black.
A deep purple light intertwined with a solemn black color, and an aura suddenly erupted from him!
It collided head-on with Zhou Yi's Soul Emperor aura with overwhelming force!
Two invisible forces collided violently in the center of the classroom, causing the air to distort and ripple visibly, and the desks and chairs to creak and tremble slightly.
They were evenly matched, neither giving an inch!
The classroom was deathly silent.
Dozens of eyes stared wide-eyed, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
We are all freshmen who just enrolled today, wearing the same white school uniforms and sitting in the same classroom.
They simply couldn't understand how Huo Yuhao, who was only a first or second-ring Soul Master, could already be a fourth-ring Soul Grandmaster.
And that spirit ring configuration—two purple and two black?!
Is this the kind of spirit ring a human should have? Am I dreaming?
On the podium, a hint of shock flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes, followed by a solemn expression.
She certainly sensed it; Huo Yuhao, this Soul Master, was already no weaker than her, this Soul Emperor, in terms of sheer aura.
Zhou Yi has been teaching for over a decade and has seen countless geniuses.
But those so-called geniuses are no match for Huo Yuhao!
Without a doubt, Huo Yuhao is a real little monster!
Zhou Yi should have been happy that a real little monster had emerged in the class.
However... Zhou Yi's gaze grew increasingly cold.
Because this little monster is currently standing on the opposite side of her.
Unwilling to submit, unruly.
They even dared to stand up to her in front of the whole class on the very first day she established her authority.
That won't do!
If this can't be suppressed today, who in this classroom will respect Zhou Yi in the future?
Her rules, her authority, and her effective iron-fisted educational methods will all become a joke.
"Not bad." Zhou Yi's voice was low and unreadable. "But that's no reason for you to be arrogant."
Huo Yuhao met her gaze and said calmly, "A teacher using power to intimidate people... is not a way to impart knowledge and skills."
The air froze again.
Zhou Yi's pupils suddenly contracted, and the long-suppressed anger beneath her disguised aged face finally tore through the surface calm.
The classroom was completely silent.
Everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe.
They looked at Zhou Yi, then at Huo Yuhao, their hearts pounding and blood rushing, unsure whether they were gripped by fear or ignited by some kind of expectation.
The first class of the first-year students at Shrek Academy plummeted to freezing point in a way no one had anticipated.