As soon as this classic line came out, the freshmen instantly shut up. Otherwise, the next line would be "It's so funny, why don't you come up and tell everyone about it?" Or even worse, "It's so hilarious, I want you all to laugh to your heart's content for no less than 10 minutes."
Seeing that the chicken couldn't be slaughtered anymore, trying to pick on someone else would greatly discount the effect.
Since the freshmen were being so tactful again, the chief instructor let them off easy and arranged for the instructors to go find the classes they would be leading.
Depending on the number of students, each class was assigned a varying number of instructors.
For the next month, they would be both instructors and squad leaders, leading the students into the wilderness and fusion zones to hunt monsters.
Qi Yuan snuck over to the instructors of Class 1 of the Combat Major, tagging along with them.
The lead instructor waved his hand impatiently: "Why are you still following us? We don't need teaching assistants today."
"The counselor said I'm an instructor and told me to follow you guys."
"You?"
The lead instructor remembered that Shen City University had said it would embed an instructor yesterday.
Seeing that this young man had considerable potential, the corner of his mouth still twitched. No matter how good he was, he was still just a kid.
You can't just gold plate a military instructor, can't he just obediently be a teaching assistant?
"What year are you in?"
If he was a junior or senior, he could lead a small team to get some experience. If he was a sophomore, he could just be a mascot.
Instructor Wang had already figured it out in his heart, but unexpectedly, the other party gave him a "surprise."
"Freshman. I'm a new student this year."
The lead instructor doubted he had heard wrong: "Freshman?"
"Freshman. I'm a new student this year."
Instructor Wang was speechless. Where did this rich spoiled kid come from that he would think of a lame trick like becoming an instructor to get out of military training?
The other instructors of Class 1 Combat Major also had odd expressions, looking at Qi Yuan with disdain.
They had thought this young man was pretty decent from how calm he was under the chief instructor's aura.
Turns out he just didn't care because of his family background.
The arrogant genius and the arrogant rich kid gave off completely different feelings.
The lead instructor's face was ugly. He scolded, "Why don't you train with the other students?"
Although they had taken strict protective measures for the training, there was still a chance students could die.
When Instructor Wang thought about students encountering danger and asking the rich spoiled kid for help, only for the useless brat to delay rescue time, he was filled with rage.
He didn't care about other people's lives at all!
Seeing the instructor's expression and hearing his tone, Qi Yuan naturally understood.
Most likely, the imaginary prestigious Qi family had been imagined by these instructors again.
He was feeling a bit complicated to be doubted for once.
Qi Yuan said, "The school said my ability level is too high and not suitable for bullying...I mean training fish."
"..."
The instructors were speechless. It would have been better not to explain. How much higher could it go?
If he was a graduate, they wouldn't question it.
New students were generally still at E-rank. D-rank was already pretty good for a genius.
They could give a top genius C-rank at best with their capabilities, and could still suppress him.
The lead instructor licked his flaming lips and coldly laughed. "What rank?"
"A-rank. Here's my ability certificate."
Qi Yuan wasn't blind. He could see their suspicious looks, so he directly handed over his certificate.
It was quite refreshing to be doubted for once.
His mood was a bit complicated.
The instructors' expressions froze as they solemnly took the certificate to look it over in turns.
After checking it over once, they did not find any traces of forgery and were shocked speechless.
"With your capabilities..."
The lead instructor was about to say something, but closed his mouth again.
A member of the Pillar Program was so terrifying!
No wonder the Dragon Country officials expended such effort to find talent all over. So the difference between people could be so huge!
The school arranging him as an instructor must also be to avoid embarrassing them...
Instructor Wang returned the certificate to Qi Yuan. He said in a negotiating tone, "Why don't you just watch us train the new students?"
"No problem, I'll listen to you guys."
Qi Yuan was more than happy to be a slacker.
The instructors also didn't delay any longer and led Class 1 Combat Major to the designated indoor training hall.
When Qi Yuan's figure appeared, Class 1 Combat Major's atmosphere instantly ignited.
Even with the dignified instructors right in front of them, the whispering freshmen could not be silenced for a time.
"What's going on?"
"Rich spoiled kid?"
"Doesn't he need to train with us?"
"I don't accept this!"
Most of the freshmen admitted Qi Yuan was very strong, but suddenly changing into an instructor was a bit unacceptable.
I can't do it so I shouldn't go up. Even if he's stronger than me, he shouldn't go up either!
At their age, they were at the peak of passion for justice and loathing for the world.
Ability and authority were not enough to make the freshmen convinced. It provoked their rebellious mentality.
Some young masters were also muttering in their hearts about what kind of background the Qi family had that even Shen City University had to give way.
"Listen up! I don't care if you accept it or not. If you don't accept it, bear with it. There's no time to compare yourself to decide who's the boss during life or death crises. "
Instructor Wang ignored their words and sternly rebuked, "Obeying orders is what you should do."
Sometimes, the team leader would appoint a team member as temporary team leader in an emergency. If the other members didn't accept this or that either, they wouldn't be able to continue the mission.
Instructor Wang was both rebuking and teaching them.
With their wishes completely ignored, most of the freshmen felt stifled and their faces turned red from the heat.
Instructor Wang also understood the freshmen's thoughts very well. When their anger reached its peak, he leisurely opened his mouth, "Whoever was first place at Shen City High School, step out."
It was time to pick a representative to crush the sharpness of these freshmen.
Zou Ziyi lowered his head and stepped forward.
"Do you not accept this?"
Instructor Wang paced to Zou Ziyi's side, using his dignified aura to oppress him.
Only to see Zou Ziyi's utterly sincere face: "No, I completely obey the organization's arrangements."
Instructor Wang was taken aback upon hearing this, empathizing with the awkwardness the chief instructor had felt. He gave a couple dry chuckles.
"...Young comrade's awareness is quite high, very good."
The freshmen this year were just too outrageous, he really couldn't train them.
Instructor Wang was speechless.
He and the instructors led Class 1 Combat Major to a certain indoor training hall.
Qi Yuan and a few instructors sat on the floor watching Instructor Wang teach them standing and sitting postures.
Since they were all Combat Majors, the freshmen had pretty good physical fitness.
Without needing to spend too much time, they looked proper.
"Sit!"
After Instructor Wang gave the order, the freshmen sat down in unison.
"Rest in place for ten minutes. Listen to me explain the arrangements for after."
"This afternoon, you'll fight one-on-one and we instructors will divide you into teams based on your abilities. After the teams are divided, you'll participate in the later military training content in small team format. Friendly reminder to prepare wilderness survival supplies. Each training project will last for several days."
After he finished speaking, he dismissed them to handle lunch and prepare for the afternoon matches.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
