LRAB Chapter 17: Fighting Zhou Yi
Chapter 17: Fighting Zhou Yi
There were many more students training in Shrek Square than usual.
The theoretical courses for the first semester, which were originally for freshmen, are nearing their end, and each class is gradually moving into the physical fitness enhancement phase.
Lin Feng had just received a notification from Teacher Mu Jin and came for extra practice.
As soon as he stepped onto the track, he spotted two familiar figures.
Huo Yuhao was gritting his teeth, his face pale as he jogged forward slowly, his breathing heavy and his steps unsteady.
Not far in front of him, Wang Dong spread out her dreamlike wings, hovering low in the air, occasionally glancing back at him. Her wings shimmered in the sunlight like the vast blue sky.
Even though it wasn't the first time he'd seen him, Lin Feng's gaze was still unconsciously drawn to him.
In fact, on the entire track, almost everyone, regardless of gender, had their eyes glued to those beautiful butterfly wings, just like him.
So beautiful.
With each flap of its wings, it scattered tiny, shimmering lights, as if draping a galaxy behind it.
It was not just a visual treat, but a beauty that struck straight to the soul.
No wonder it's hailed as the most beautiful beast spirit on the continent...
Lin Feng took a deep breath, composed himself, and strode toward the starting line of the track.
As he passed by Huo Yuhao, he raised his hand and pressed on the boy's sweaty shoulder, a gentle surge of soul power quietly flowing into it.
"Adjust your breathing and run in rhythm. Don't just look ahead, watch your step."
Huo Yuhao was taken aback, looked up at him, and nodded while panting.
Ahead, as if sensing Lin Feng's approach, Wang Dong gracefully turned around, her butterfly wings slightly folded, hovering in mid-air, her gaze meeting Lin Feng's from afar.
In the sunlight, the corners of her lips seemed to curve slightly, with a hint of provocation.
Lin Feng quickly caught up with Wang Dong and stood beside her, asking, "Shall we have a match?"
"Who's afraid of who? Don't come crying to Dean Yan if you lose."
"Just don't complain to old woman Zhou Yi if you lose, I can't afford to offend her."
"Hmph!" Wang Dong said no more. His butterfly wings suddenly flapped, and his speed increased dramatically, instantly leaving Lin Feng a short distance behind.
Lin Feng remained calm and steady, his pace quickening as his soul power flowed, and he soon caught up with her again.
It must be admitted that Wang Dong, who has the ability to fly, has a great advantage in speed, and the first hundred laps were a piece of cake for her.
But today she encountered Lin Feng, who possessed a true martial soul.
When he had run a hundred laps, Lin Feng was breathing evenly, his face was normal, and he even had the energy to turn his head and glance at her.
"Are you... really a freshman? You can run so fast!"
Wang Dong's breathing became slightly rapid, and he couldn't help but speak. The luster of the butterfly wings behind him seemed to have dimmed a bit due to the consumption of soul power.
"Guess?" Lin Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, and his pace quickened once more. "Keep up!"
"Hey! How can you still speed up?! I... I give up!"
Wang Dong finally slowed down on the 120th lap, supporting himself on his knees, panting as he looked at the figure still running on the track.
Lin Feng finished with 150 laps, accelerating continuously for the last 50 laps.
Wang Dong stared in astonishment at his steady breathing even after he stopped walking.
They're clearly the same age... but the difference is just too exaggerated.
"Are you convinced now?"
As Lin Feng spoke, he walked to the rest tent, skillfully took off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing his well-defined, muscular physique.
"Hey! Why are you changing clothes in public?!" Wang Dong abruptly turned his face away, his ears already bright red, his voice filled with obvious panic.
"There are no other women around, just the two of us, what are you shy about?"
Lin Feng casually draped the wet clothes over the railing, slowly picked up the clean clothes, his gaze sweeping over her flushed cheeks, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Who, who's shy! I'm leaving!" Wang Dong stomped his foot as if his tail had been stepped on, turned around and left, his steps so fast it was almost like he was running away.
This wasn't her dormitory after all, so she couldn't use the same "dormitory rules" to regulate Lin Feng as she did to Huo Yuhao.
The sudden sound from not far away made Lin Feng unconsciously frown.
"Those whose names are called, step forward: Tang Si, Xiao Liu, Ma Lv... Huo Yuhao."
Zhou Yi stood in front of the first class's line, her voice cold and hard.
"You have repeatedly failed to meet the physical fitness standards. Starting tomorrow, you no longer need to attend classes. You have been expelled from the college."
"Teacher Zhou, please give us another chance!"
"No, teacher..."
The seven students who stepped forward from the group were pale-faced, and three of the girls couldn't help but cry.
Huo Yuhao lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white.
Lin Feng didn't want to get involved in his class's affairs, but when he heard the name "Huo Yuhao," he stopped in his tracks.
After all, he was his senior brother. Although his aptitude was somewhat inferior, he still had some potential for development.
He looked at the arrogant old woman, his eyes growing cold.
A mere Soul Emperor, relying on her husband Fan Yu's position in the Sea God Pavilion and the Soul Guidance Department, has been so arrogant and domineering in the outer courtyard.
Everyone says that the classes she teaches have an extremely high pass rate in the assessments. But now it seems that she simply dismissed all the less promising students early on, leaving only the geniuses.
The real skill is to cultivate mediocre people into talents; what kind of operation is this?
"Professor Zhou Yi," Lin Feng's voice was not loud, but clear enough for everyone to hear, "I suggest that you should not expel students so arbitrarily."
"Are all the students taught by Mu Jin so disrespectful to their teachers?" Zhou Yi's gaze swept over them like a cold blade.
"If you insist on doing this, I don't mind reporting to the dean," Lin Feng met her gaze, his tone calm, "from teaching sixth grade to teaching first-year students, and if you're demoted any further, you'll be disqualified from teaching."
"You dare—!"
Zhou Yi was hit where it hurt and instantly flew into a rage.
Six spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—suddenly rose from beneath her feet, unleashing the overwhelming pressure of a Soul Emperor.
The dozen or so students who were nearby immediately turned pale and retreated.
Lin Feng did not retreat even half a step, and directly released his original martial soul.
No spirit rings appeared, but an aura as solid as a mountain and as fiery as fire rose steadily from his body, actually rivaling Zhou Yi's oppressive aura and not at a disadvantage.
Zhou Yi's pupils contracted, and she was shocked.
This freshman was able to withstand her oppressive aura without batting an eye!
"Don't embarrass Dean Yan! Lin Feng."
"Well done! No wonder you're Teacher Mu's student."
"Brother Lin, please don't let them get into a fight!"
From the crowd watching in the distance came shouts of encouragement; they were clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Wang Dong's eyes widened in disbelief. She finally began to truly grasp the weight of the words "Dean Yan's personally taught disciple".
After a few breaths of stalemate, Zhou Yi's expression changed several times.
Her gaze swept over Huo Yuhao behind Lin Feng, then fell back on the unfathomable young man in front of her. Finally, she let out a cold snort, and her oppressive aura slowly receded.
"Good, very good. Dean Yan has truly taken on a fine disciple." Her voice was loud, yet carried a cold compromise. "I know Huo Yuhao is your fellow disciple, but out of respect for Dean Yan and Fan Yu, he can stay. But the others cannot."
"Okay." Lin Feng also concealed his aura. "I have no objections."
Since the other party had offered him a way out, he stopped being aggressive.
Sometimes, letting things slide is more effective than a complete falling out.
"Lin Feng, thank you!" Huo Yuhao rushed over immediately, his eyes filled with sincere gratitude.
"We're all from the same school, let's not talk about these things." Lin Feng patted his shoulder, his voice softening. "But you'd better perform well with Teacher Fan Yu from now on. If there's a next time, I might not be able to protect you."
"I know, I will!"
"Lin Feng." A clear voice rang out from behind.