Bonus Chapter. Enjoy!
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At this moment, only Huo Yuhao, Gu Yue, Na'er, and Tang Wulin remained in the virtual training ground.
Shen Yi, observing from outside, could see clearly that these four had no intention of fighting any longer. Moreover, among the four of them, only Na'er showed interest in the Class Monitor position.
She manipulated the formation on the wall. The four inside the virtual training ground felt their vision go black, a sensation akin to falling from a great height or awakening from a dream.
Then, when they opened their eyes again, what they saw was the opened training pod. The lights inside the pod had extinguished, and light from outside poured in. The four unbuckled their safety belts and jumped out of the training pod.
Shen Yi's gaze swept over everyone's faces before she announced, "Alright, from now on, Na'er will be the first-year Class Monitor!"
Seeing no one object, Shen Yi announced another appointment: "Tang Wulin will serve as the class Forging Committee member."
"Teacher!" At that moment, a shout rang out, filled with unwillingness.
Then, a tall figure pushed his way out of the crowd, shoving aside those in front as he strode forward.
"What qualifies him to directly become the Forging Committee member?!" The one who stepped forward was none other than Yang Nianxia, who had previously questioned Huo Yuhao.
He was tall and sturdy, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face now full of resentment.
Being a Level Three Blacksmith himself, he had also been eyeing the class Forging Committee position.
Furthermore, he had been eliminated by Tang Wulin in the training ground earlier. Now, whether for his own goal or to vent his frustration, he naturally stepped forward to question it. He shot a glance at Tang Wulin, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation.
Then, looking at Shen Yi, he raised his voice a few notches and asked, "Is he also a Level Six Blacksmith?"
Shen Yi did not answer. Her gaze calmly turned to Tang Wulin, her eyes holding a hint of watching a good show.
Facing Yang Nianxia's challenge, Tang Wulin showed no sign of anger.
He looked at Yang Nianxia and slowly spoke, "Naturally, I am not a Level Six Blacksmith."
"However... I am a Level Five Blacksmith."
Yang Nianxia's expression froze on his face. His mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, pupils contracted, his whole body seemed petrified. This look was almost identical to when he learned Huo Yuhao was a Level Six Blacksmith. The same shock, the same disbelief, the same confusion and helplessness.
Many couldn't help but chuckle at Yang Nianxia's expense, thinking he was too unlucky, having kicked an iron plate twice.
Shen Yi looked at the stunned Yang Nianxia and asked, "Do you also wish to compete for the Forging Committee position?"
Shen Yi had reviewed each Student's file and naturally knew Yang Nianxia was a Level Three Blacksmith.
Among the four major professions, Forging was the most difficult.
In previous years, a Level Three Blacksmith might indeed have secured the class Forging Committee position. After all, there weren't many Blacksmiths among freshmen, and those reaching Level Three were as rare as phoenix feathers.
But this year, with the arrival of two 'monsters,' Huo Yuhao and Tang Wulin, Yang Nianxia, a Level Three Blacksmith, was like a firefly compared to the sun and moon before them, having no chance at all.
Shen Yi's question reached Yang Nianxia's ears. His body gave a violent shudder, a reaction so quick it was as if he'd been electrocuted. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.
His gaze swept back and forth between Huo Yuhao and Tang Wulin before finally lowering his head, his eyes vacant as he said, "No... I don't."
Shen Yi withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at him.
She glanced at the others and said, "Alright, next, we will proceed with the assessments for the other class committee positions!"
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"Senior!" A sweet voice came from behind, crisp and soft, like the chirping of birds in spring or a mountain stream's babbling.
Huo Yuhao turned around, his gaze falling on the owner of the voice.
It was a little lolita wearing a white school uniform. Judging by her age and attire, she should be a freshman this year. She had short black hair, the strands lying smoothly against her cheeks, accentuating her delicate, palm-sized face.
Her features were petite yet well-defined: large eyes like two black grapes, a high nose bridge, and a small mouth—the kind of fragile-looking girl who could instantly stir a protective urge with one glance.
Seeing Huo Yuhao turn around, a flush instantly spread across her face. The red started from her cheeks, like a lit flame, quickly spreading to her earlobes, even staining her neck a faint pink. Her heartbeat noticeably quickened; the "thump-thump" sound was clearly audible to Huo Yuhao.
Then, Huo Yuhao watched as she extended both hands, presenting an envelope to him. The envelope was pale pink, adorned with a small red heart-shaped sticker, emitting a faint fragrance. Her movements were somewhat stiff, her hands trembling slightly as if the envelope weighed a thousand pounds.
She lowered her head, her chin almost touching her chest, appearing too shy to look at Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao could sense her nervousness. He reached out and took the letter she offered.
The moment his fingertips touched the envelope, the little girl's body trembled noticeably, as if electrocuted.
"Senior, you must read it," The little girl shyly called out before turning and running away at an astonishing speed, as if fleeing from some ferocious beast.
Her white uniform fluttered in the sunlight like a startled white rabbit. Huo Yuhao glanced at the letter in his hand. Though unopened, he knew perfectly well what was inside.
In the World Ten Thousand Years later, he was a freshman at Shrek Academy.
But here, Ten Thousand Years in the past, he was already a sixth-year Student at Shrek Academy.
If not for his own insistence, with his cultivation as a Spirit Emperor, Yan Shaozhe would have long since arranged for him to enter the Inner Court.
Since the conclusion of the All-Continent High-Rank Soul Master Academy Soul Dueling Tournament a year ago, where Huo Yuhao turned the tide and secured first place for the academy, his reputation had spread across the continent.
That father-son duel, those stunning performances that captivated the entire arena, made everyone remember his name. So, even though his looks could only be described as clean-cut, many junior female Students already regarded him as their dream lover. The love letters he received this year were probably enough to fill an entire room.
"Oh my, another love letter!" A voice dripping with sarcasm came from afar. Hearing the voice, Huo Yuhao knew it was Wang Dong approaching.
That unique voice, that tone carrying a hint of flamboyance and playfulness—you couldn't find a second one like it in the entire academy.
He turned around and, sure enough, saw Wang Dong walking over from a distance. Her pink-blue hair danced gently in the breeze, like flowing clouds, shimmering with a dreamlike luster under the sunlight.
In terms of looks alone, Wang Dong was the academy's undisputed number one, so she received plenty of love letters from girls as well. However, unlike Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong rejected them on the spot every time, never accepting a single letter.
As Wang Dong arrived before him, Huo Yuhao wore a slightly teasing expression: "What, are you jealous?"
Hearing this, Wang Dong subconsciously clenched her pink fists, a blush also tinting her face.
Her gaze, originally directed at Huo Yuhao, became evasive. Those beautiful pink-blue eyes now seemed unable to meet his.
"Me... what would I be jealous of?!" Her voice rose a few notches; anyone paying attention could easily detect the obvious note of guilt in her words. Then, Wang Dong snorted in rebuttal.
Already knowing Wang Dong's true gender was female, Huo Yuhao chuckled inwardly seeing her like this.
He looked at Wang Dong and said, "Of course, jealous that more girls send me love letters than you."
His voice was neither loud nor soft, carrying a teasing note. As he spoke, Huo Yuhao took a step forward, lowering his head to look at Wang Dong's pretty face. Her reflection was mirrored in his spiritual eyes.
"Otherwise..." his voice dropped to a near whisper, "what else could it be?"
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