She wasn't afraid of being tired.
What she feared was being expelled.
After all, His Highness the Holy Son was standing right there watching.
If she were kicked out of the academy for "slacking off," would His Highness be disappointed in?
She didn't know why,
but just two days ago, Zhou Yi had been all smiles with her.
Today, however, the woman suddenly seemed to target her, spewing all unpleasant words without restraint and even doubling the usual training load for the entire class.
Neuvillette, as the teaching assistant, merely watched quietly from the side.
Huo Yutong didn't know the reason,
but he was clear.
The reason Zhou Yi was targeting Huo Yutong was most likely because yesterday, he had taken the young girl to request a change of instructor.
Of course, maybe Fan Yu hadn't meant anything by asking about it—perhaps just out of curiosity—
But when those words reached Zhou Yi's ears, it was naturally interpreted as being opposed to her.
So this morning, she came in fuming and vented all of it on the students.
"Teacher Zhou, is this really necessary?"
Neuvillette's tone was calm.
"I can't help but feel that you're carrying a certain… nameless anger when you train them."
"Hmph, what would you know?"
Zhou Yi's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain composed.
"You're just a teaching assistant. When you first start instructing them, you should have an attitude of learning from the job. How can you sit there and nitpick?"
She even rolled her eyes at him.
"Is that so? Well, I don't think there's much to learn from this."
Neuvillette didn't mince words.
"If it's just about exercising, anyone can train anywhere—so why come to Shrek Academy for it? I don't see the point of what you're doing."
"Hmph, how could it be the same?" Zhou Yi sneered.
"After every training session, I invite an auxiliary-type Soul Saint instructor to heal and restore them. Which other academy can offer conditions like that?"
"I see. But tell me—can the kind of internal injuries left behind by prolonged, high-intensity training truly be healed by a single Soul Saint?"
Neuvillette's voice was flat, his hand resting lightly on his staff.
"You… are you deliberately picking a fight?!"
Finally, Zhou Yi couldn't hold it in any longer.
This was an attack straight to the face,
And she truly couldn't take it.
The "little fairy" Zhou Yi couldn't understand at all—
What did it matter to her if they had hidden injuries? It wasn't her problem…
Wasn't her only responsibility to ensure an outstanding pass rate for the assessments?
Her wrinkled, gloomy face glared fiercely at the expressionless Neuvillette for a long time
before she finally let out a cold snort, turned on her heel, and left.
Neuvillette didn't bother to stop her.
He would settle accounts with this old hag slowly.
When the academy expelled her,
he believed this "naïve" little fairy would definitely "see the light" and beg the academy in tears to let her stay.
Because she would certainly know—
Once she lost the academy's protection, those former students who hated her enough to flay her alive and drink her blood… would show her exactly what that meant.
"Alright, that's enough. Everyone, stop."
Neuvillette clapped his hands.
Several students had already collapsed,
and the rest looked like they'd been pulled straight out of a river, drenched in sweat from head to toe.
Huo Yutong was still running at the front.
Her physical fitness wasn't outstanding,
but within her delicate frame was a terrifying well of endurance—like a sponge that could always be squeezed for a little more.
But Neuvillette knew this kind of pressure came at the cost of overdrawing her future potential.
Damn it.
This Zhou Yi… deserves to be punished.
When the students heard his calm voice, they exchanged uncertain glances.
They didn't know who this handsome upperclassman was,
but after so many days under Zhou Yi's oppressive regime,
they all feared this devilish homeroom teacher from the bottom of their hearts.
So when it came to obeying Neuvillette's instructions,
they hesitated—if they listened, would Zhou Yi expel them later?
And if that happened,
how could they face the disappointed eyes of their family elders?
They didn't dare gamble.
Still, the stabbing pain in their bodies and the crushing mental fatigue left them bewildered.
But then, the class monitor—Huo Yutong—who had always obeyed Zhou Yi without question, stopped the moment this senior spoke.
That made the others curious.
"Sigh."
Neuvillette let out a quiet breath.
He tapped the ground lightly with his staff.
A pale-blue ripple spread outward, instantly covering every member of the class.
"Huh…"
They all froze, startled by the soothing warmth that washed over them.
"Whoa, I don't feel tired at all anymore!"
"My goodness, this feels even better than when the Soul Saint instructor heals us—it's like it seeps right into your bones from the inside out…"
"This must be water-element… It's so comfortable."
"I'm your new teaching assistant,"
Neuvillette said once he saw everyone had stopped moving.
"Today's physical training ends here. You're all dismissed."
"Dismissed? Just like that?"
They were still a bit dazed.
But since Zhou Yi had already left early,
they broke into small groups and wandered off.
Wang Dong came over, dragging Huo Yutong and another petite, pretty girl to stand in front of Neuvillette.
"Teacher, I didn't expect you to come be the assistant for our class—what a coincidence!"
The handsome boy grinned sheepishly.
"Haha, the academy assigned me here. It is quite a coincidence."
Neuvillette smiled faintly.
"So, how are you finding the dorms?"
"Heh, of course I'm comfortable there."
Wang Dong scratched his head,
then suddenly pushed the other girl forward.
"This is Xiao Xiao. The three of us plan to form a team for the upcoming academy assessment. Check this out—she's a twin martial soul user!"
At those words, Neuvillette's gaze swept over the petite girl, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
By the looks of it, she was indeed the one from the original story—the girl with the flute and the cauldron—
a future member of the Shrek Seven Devils, with talent to match.
"Twin martial souls are rare indeed. You're certainly gifted."
Neuvillette nodded.
"Hehehe… so, could you maybe give us some special training? That way, we'll be ready for the assessment!"
Wang Dong rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Ah, that's why you were waiting for me here…"
Neuvillette glanced at Huo Yutong, then at Xiao Xiao.
Neither spoke outright, but from their expressions, they hoped for it too.
"Alright. I happen to be free these days, and it's my job to guide you anyway—so it's not a conflict."
"Yes! Awesome!"
Wang Dong cheered.
Huo Yutong, head lowered, let out a quiet breath of relief.
She wasn't actually after special training—
Just being able to stay near His Highness made her happy.
Xiao Xiao, on the other hand, truly hoped Neuvillette would train them.
From Wang Dong, she had heard bits of this senior's legendary experiences.
If they could have him personally instruct them,
their strength would surely make a qualitative leap!