Is it wrong for me to do it?

The head of discipline talking to Zhang, the counselor, wasn't making it up.

She didn't dare fabricate a false order from the law enforcement agency; instead, the governor's office secretary personally called to inquire.

After the counselor left, she thought for a long time before finally dialing the governor's office.

I waited a long time before I heard Zhou Ruoxi's voice.

"What is it?"

"Your Excellency, I just asked the counselor of Class 2, and he swore that he did not protect Yang Ding. Should I join forces with the student council to conduct a thorough investigation into this kid?"

An impatient sigh came from the other end of the phone, "Xiang Lan, are you bored and have nothing better to do?"

"I...I was just responding to the call from the law enforcement bureau, wasn't I?"

"Who instructed you to use the student council to investigate a student from Class 2C? Who gave you permission to bypass the principal and call my office directly?"

"..."

"Don't interfere in this matter anymore. I have other plans."

"I will secretly monitor the weekly tests, so please rest assured, Governor."

"Beep beep beep..."

The discipline director was a little flustered. Although she was paid by the empire, this was Jiangling City.

She had always wanted to curry favor with the Zhou family, but never had the chance.

This time, he could have both curryed favor with Zhou Ruoxi and gotten rid of Yang Ding to avenge his brother, but the governor changed his mind at the last minute.

"That old geezer, the principal, is nowhere near as reliable as me!"

"Why is Your Excellency, the high and mighty Governor, so interested in Yang Ding?"

"Is it because of Ye Rou? Yes, it must be because of Ye Rou."

"Or does she think the imperial high command is plotting against the Zhou family?"

The old woman, who had a lot on her mind, frantically tried to guess the emperor's intentions, and couldn't help but smile smugly at the thought.

"Hmph, Yang Ding, you think marrying such a beautiful wife like Ye Rou will make you rich and powerful?"

"In this grand game of empire and city-states, you're at best a pawn with no way back, destined for certain death."

When Zhang, the counselor who had been wrongly accused, arrived at the classroom, she first glanced at Yang Ding, then at Xiang Tianyou and Huang Bingbing, and couldn't help but curse in her heart.

I initially thought it was a trash squad, human bait for the enforcement team to use as bait, something to just get by with, since they were all food for the White Walkers anyway.

As it turned out, there were many hidden talents among them, none of whom were easy to deal with.

If a few people die in the cave at the end of the month, will his role as counselor be implicated?

"You're free to move around. You can discuss martial arts techniques or go out to practice swordsmanship and fight."

Zhang, the tutor, was having a headache and was planning to find a colleague to switch classes before the news leaked, so as to get rid of this hot potato.

While the students rushed outside, Yang Ding continued practicing his Nine Sword Forms.

Huang Bingbing was pretending to practice the Thunderbolt Saber, even though Zhou Ce was using double short spears.

Xiang Tianyou leaned closer, with a fawning smile.

"Bingbing, let's practice together."

Huang Bingbing was unwilling to participate, saying, "I'm not interested."

"Let's be frank. Yang Ding and I are definitely going to split up. Whom do you support?"

Huang Bingbing smiled slyly, "That depends on who's willing to be my dog."

Xiang Tianyou also had his pride. "Can't we be friends? We're all classmates, why put it so harshly?"

Huang Bingbing took out a dark-colored pill.

"This is a second-tier pure beast pill. Its energy is equivalent to eating ten pounds of second-tier beast meat. It costs ten thousand yuan per pill in the weapon market. As long as your body can handle it, I can give you one every week."

"One a week?"

"That's right. If you make rapid progress in the future, you can easily have ten or even a hundred times more resources."

"Bingbing, 40,000 yuan a month is already an astronomical figure. Even if the cost is ten or a hundred times higher, not many people in Jiangling City can afford it. What kind of family background do you have?"

"You don't need to ask that. The condition is that you have to be my dog. I'll make you kneel, I'll make you die, I'll make you lick my feet."

Xiang Tianyou, who only wanted to live off a woman, couldn't hold back when he heard about athlete's foot.

"Hmph, this is going too far. My aunt is the Dean of Students at Jiangling University, and my family background is not bad. Why should I bow and scrape in front of you?"

"Do as you please. You don't have much time left. There are over 2000 boys in Class C. You'll have to wait in line if you want to be my dog. A man should learn to seize opportunities."

"If you have such a family background, why are you in Class C, adventuring with us?"

"Can't I do what I want?"

Huang Bingbing's wicked smile is both irresistibly charming and sends chills down your spine.

Xiang Tianyou glanced at the grinning Yang Ding. They were both living off women, so why was this kid so happy?

At noon, Yang Ding swaggered into the Class A canteen with Mao Jian.

The Class A dining hall is the highest-level dining hall among all students at Jiangling University, and the free training ingredients provided are on par with those in the instructors' dining hall.

Only students in the Martial Arts A-level class and the Supernatural A-level class can eat here.

Because there were relatively few people, it wasn't particularly crowded.

Mao Jian looked at the meat coupon in his hand and felt a pang of heartache. "The daily lunch allowance for the Class A canteen is 1500 yuan."

"That's right, starting with Tier 2 beast meat."

"That's incredibly extravagant. Each student spends 50 yuan a year on cultivation ingredients, which is all the hard-earned money of ordinary people at the bottom of society."

"Those from wealthy families spend at least a million each year, but these cultivation ingredients are all hunted by awakened individuals outside the Great Wall in the North, so they have nothing to do with the lower classes."

"If I could visit the Wall in my lifetime, I would die happy."

Yang Ding smiled. He was going to go sooner or later anyway, and if the war became urgent, Ye Rou and Fang Jing would both have to go.

The conversation between the two was overheard by a senior student in the queue behind them. This guy was a third-year student who was standing in the front row on the day of the forced pairing and recognized Yang Ding at a glance.

"Who gave you permission to come to the Class A cafeteria?" the senior student shouted angrily, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear him.

Yang Ding knew that marrying Ye Rou would make him the enemy of the entire school, but he didn't intend to argue. He just shook the hostage in his hand.

"So what if you have a hostage? If you're not in the top tier, then step back."

"Sorry, we've been waiting in line for a long time," Yang Ding replied.

Mao Jian was terrified. He was a senior in the top class of the third year of university, with good talent and family background. His cultivation level was comparable to his mother's.

"Never mind, it's okay if we eat later."

"The student council is here to maintain order, so don't be afraid of him," Yang Ding said.

The boy laughed loudly and pulled an armband from his pocket: "I'm in the student council, aren't you pissed off?"

The noise startled the students nearby, and Fang Jing came out of the line carrying two lunch boxes.

"Yang Ding, what happened?"

"Jing-jie, what are you doing here?" Yang Ding asked.

"I'll buy Da Long's training ingredients for this month; the ones from the student cafeteria are cheaper."

She's only twenty years old this year, and with her petite face and figure, wearing a high ponytail, a white T-shirt and jeans, and clean, clear eyes, she exudes youthful energy. You wouldn't guess she's a young woman at all.

The students at the martial arts academy didn't recognize her either.

"Hey, you're pretty popular with pretty girls, huh? You're not really good at serving women, are you?"

Fang Jing wanted to hear the reason, but she got angry when she saw the boy being so rude.

"How did you get into the student council with such a foul mouth?"

"Beautiful lady, would you like to have a sniff?"

The boy, with his mouth open and spitting out foul breath, closed his eyes and pressed himself against Fang Jing.

Fang Jing pushed away Yang Ding, who was trying to help her, with her left hand, and drew two fingers above her head with her right hand, creating a crack more than a meter long in the void.

Then, with a gentle touch of her slender fingers, the crack enveloped the boy's head, swallowing him whole.

The boy vanished into thin air in full view of everyone.

The crowd erupted in excitement, "Holy crap, a space-type ability user, and an A-level expert at that!"

"Jiangling University only has one A-level expert, which is Instructor Fang from the Space Department."