Afternoon.
"Team."
"Assault, Agility Assault, Control, Support, Defense."
"The Shrek Seven Devils are the best team on the entire continent, not only because of each individual's excellence, but also because of their superb tacit cooperation."
"After getting to know each other this morning, you've also seen how other students performed in combat. Now, based on your mutual ideas, form three-person teams and report them. This will be your team for the freshman assessment three months from now. I will make relevant adjustments based on your abilities."
The moment Mu Jin's voice fell.
Everyone in the class subconsciously looked towards An Zhen and Ning Tian.
An Zhen had forcefully defeated Wu Feng, who possessed the Red Dragon Spirit, and he also had a record of defeating sixth-year seniors before.
Ning Tian's powerful support ability from her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda naturally goes without saying, and she was also a three-ringed Spirit Master.
Mu Jin stood on the podium, watching quietly.
As long as the team configuration had no major issues, she would basically not interfere with the students' choices.
This situation was actually very unfair to some students. Geniuses never liked to associate with fools, and excellent people always attracted each other. A team consisting entirely of Spirit Masters above level twenty-five, and another team of stragglers who just barely passed Shrek's passing line—this situation was basically bound to occur.
However, their performance in the freshman assessment was related to each student's future, so she naturally could not force some excellent students to help more mediocre students pass, because that would be unfair to those excellent students. Perhaps by choosing their teams according to their own wishes, they could achieve better results in the assessment, but their performance would be mediocre due to someone holding them back. Moreover, they had no such obligation.
She had already provided the platform.
One's connections were also part of one's strength, and this part depended on the students' own abilities.
"An Zhen."
The blonde girl turned around, extended her fair, jade-like hand, and her azure eyes, like gems in a clear blue sky, spoke with a serious tone, "I want to invite you, Wu Feng, and me to form a team and win the championship of this freshman assessment."
This was not a sudden idea.
It was premeditated.
Ning Tian had arrived at the Academy on the first day of freshman registration. As the child of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's Sect Master, Ning Tian knew what her Sect relied on to stand tall on this continent for tens of thousands of years. As the young mistress, cultivating her own connections was of utmost importance, and Shrek Academy, a place that gathered almost all the geniuses from across the continent, was the best location for this.
After learning about An Zhen's deeds, she had set her sights on him.
"Alright."
An Zhen wasn't too concerned about teaming up, but if his teammates were soft and sweet girls, that would be even better.
The strongest individual in the class and the strongest support had teamed up, bringing along a very strong assault-type Spirit Master.
Although Wu Feng seemed weak when facing An Zhen, after the Red Dragon Girl recovered in the morning, she directly used practical actions to establish her position in the class.
The class monitor ignored the disappointed and resentful gazes of the other students, and didn't even say anything to her new teammates, instead pulling a soft pillow directly from her desk.
Ning Tian, Wu Feng: ?
Other students: ?
The students all looked at Teacher Mu Jin on the podium.
Although the teacher had just allowed free discussion to choose teammates and form teams, wasn't it a bit too presumptuous to just sleep in class like this?
"Student An Zhen's situation is rather special. In this Spirit-activated mode, he can cultivate without delaying class, and this has already been confirmed by Director Du," Mu Jin said.
Although she found it very strange.
But after all, it was what the higher-ups said, and whether it was real or faked, time would tell.
"How strange."
The Red Dragon Girl complained with a look of disbelief, but she didn't reach out to poke the young man's back. Disturbing someone while they were cultivating was a very impolite act.
…
"Campus Adjustment Mode."
In the Virtual World, the handsome young man stood up from his seat.
NPC doll cultivation.
Although opening the Virtual World in the dormitory could completely envelop the girls' dormitory upstairs, and the size of the Virtual World was determined by his soul strength, there would be no spiritual probes or anything similar, it was more like a higher-dimensional envelopment. However, he had been accompanying little Yu Tong and Wang Dong'er every night recently.
"In the classroom, the atmosphere feels better, eh."
More exciting.
"You agree, don't you, Ning Tian."
The young lady's skin was exceptionally well-maintained, fair and tender, with a faint, delicate fragrance. Her shoulder-length hair instantly transformed into a waist-length golden waterfall. Her waist was slender enough to be held in one hand, and though the girl's curves weren't as full as Wu Feng's, they were still quite substantial.
A form-fitting white dress accentuated her tall and slender figure. A fluffy cat tail sprouted from her perky, small buttocks, and snow-white cat ears appeared on Ning Tian's head. Her delicate feet were clad in thin white stockings.
"Then become a little cat."
"Meow~"
A hint of liveliness and dependence appeared in her sky-blue eyes. Her white-stockinged feet stepped onto the blanket An Zhen had laid out. With both hands on the ground, her white-stockinged buttocks rested on the soles of her feet, which were also covered in white stockings.
The adorable pet pounced into its master's arms.
The noble and elegant young lady.
A well-behaved little cat.
The huge contrast had a unique allure and beauty.
The young man's fingers gently pinched the soft cheeks of the white-stockinged cat girl. His slender fingers entered her cherry-red mouth, and like a beloved toy, the little cat instinctively sucked.
"You won't get anything by sucking on fingers."
"This is a very serious matter, even related to whether you can pass the freshman assessment three months later."
On the podium, the teacher lectured sternly.
Below the podium, the young man held a cat girl.
An Zhen, feeling a little restless, tightly embraced the delicate body in his arms. His hands held her two white-stockinged feet. "How can a cute little cat not have a cat teaser?"
"Meow meow meow?"
…
Ning Tian's azure eyes were filled with confusion as she watched her bare feet, pale and tender, rub against each other.
"It's better to let some emotions out."
An Zhen stretched lazily.
The World was so beautiful.
The adorable Huo Yutong, the exquisite Wang Dong'er—spending time with beautiful girls was indeed enjoyable, but An Zhen also had worldly desires. Having thoughts about young girls was despicable, but at this age, the girls looked similar to those in high school in his previous life.
An Zhen was a normal male.
A boy in his prime, full of energy.
"Hmm?"
An Zhen suddenly detected a hint of abnormality. He gently raised his hand, and a meditating young man with closed eyes appeared before him.
It was his NPC doll.
"The meditation speed seems to have increased."
A silver spiritual light flashed across his dark eyes. In an instant, countless regularly flowing fluorescent lights were reflected in An Zhen's vision. Those flowing fluorescent lights were precisely the World's energy being refined and absorbed, as well as the spirit power within his body.
His meditation speed had indeed increased.
It had gone from one-tenth of the full speed when Huo Yutong was present to six-tenths.
"It's not that the Virtual World has increased its enhancement, but rather that the Virtual World is resisting the pressure from the Douluo Plane."
Undoubtedly, at this time, the Douluo World had not yet given birth to a Plane Master, a being similar to the Will of the Heavenly Dao. Without subjective consciousness, all actions relied on instinct. The resistance to the Virtual World would not increase the pressure, just like placing a stone on an ant's head—regardless of whether the ant resisted, the stone remained the same size. It was somewhat akin to an artificial intelligence that only acted according to rules.
As for how An Zhen knew?
The World's instinct, probably.
Just as humans are born knowing how to drink milk with their mouths.
"But resistance always comes at a cost."
In his nimble black eyes, emotions and humanity were being continuously stripped away, literally.
An Zhen did not stop the Virtual World's resistance.
He could control it, but there was no need.
"It's an unexpected good thing, though."
The young man, resisting the Great World for the first time, said with a smile, his expression one of pleasant surprise at the sudden opportunity. If one ignored the coldness in his eyes, which held no emotion, he would truly be a lovable young man.
Growth only comes with pressure.
An Zhen could clearly perceive the expansion of the Virtual World at this moment; his soul power was slowly accelerating its increase.
Methods for improving soul power were still relatively few in this World.
At this time, a specialized cultivation system had not yet formed, and even a detailed level classification had not yet emerged.
Aside from Spirit-type Spirits, there were consuming Immortal Herbs, Purple Demon Eye, Tianmeng Iceworm…
"By resisting pressure and enduring the tempering of the Great World, one can accelerate the improvement of soul power."
"However, this method should not be used frequently, or the resistance should be controlled to a certain degree, a degree that won't result in too much loss of emotion."
He needed to control the intensity of the resistance.
He needed an NPC to act as an emotion restorer.
An Zhen reached out and pulled the red-haired short-haired girl who was listening to the lecture. A pair of dog ear hair accessories appeared on Wu Feng's head.
Her curvaceous figure was enveloped by the white school uniform, and beneath her knee-length skirt, her long, strong legs were adorned with a pair of slightly constricting over-the-knee black stockings.
This was the bet An Zhen made Wu Feng fulfill.
He wasn't some bad guy who bullied girls; how could he do anything excessive?
Taking off her ankle boots, her slender calves were gently placed on the young man's thighs. An Zhen's fingers gently hooked the edge of the constricting black stockings, pulling them open and releasing them. The elastic silk material directly snapped back onto her firm, strong thighs.
It's a bit suggestive, isn't it?
His right hand, with five fingertips, caressed the delicate black stockings, tracing down her straight, slender calves, past the graceful, flexible curve formed by her heel and ankle, to the soft yet elastic sole of her foot and her round, full toes.
To be honest, An Zhen didn't have any particular preference for feet.
He simply appreciated beautiful things.
Holding the bare-footed cat girl and the black-stockinged dog girl, watching the teacher lecture from the podium, the young man half-reclined on a comfortable large bed, making this judgment.