Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

The playground is behind the white teaching building, and it's 300 meters long.

One hundred laps, thirty kilometers.

Luo Yun stood on the starting line, looking at the wide track in front of him, and took a deep breath. The freshmen next to him had different expressions; some looked blank, some gritted their teeth, and some had already started cursing.

"Run." Zhou Yi's voice came from behind, neither loud nor soft, but everyone heard it clearly.

The crowd surged out.

At first, everyone ran very fast. Those who could enter Shrek Academy were no ordinary people; their physical strength was much stronger than that of their peers, and everyone was able to maintain formation for the first few laps. By the tenth lap, the differences began to show—some people did not slow down, while others were already panting.

Luo Yun ran at the front of the group, his breathing steady and his steps firm. The miniature meridians in his arms came into play at this moment, and his soul power flowed slowly through his muscles, like an invisible force propelling him forward. The ice marrow from the far north had not only transformed his martial soul but also his body. This level of running was not easy for him, but it was definitely not tiring.

On the fifteenth lap, he overtook the person in front and began to lead the race.

By the twentieth lap, he was already more than half a lap ahead of the second-place player.

Chen Jiyong ran in the middle of the group, his face flushed red, sweat dripping down his chin. He wasn't fast, but his pace was steady, one step after another, calm and unhurried. Each time Luo Yun passed by him, he would slow down and ask if he was alright. Chen Jiyong nodded, panting, and waved for him to go ahead.

The 30th lap, the 40th lap, the 50th lap.

The number of people on the track dwindled—not because they'd been expelled, but because they couldn't run anymore. Some were squatting by the roadside retching, some were gasping for breath while holding their knees, and some simply plopped down on the ground to rest before continuing. Zhou Yi stood at the edge of the track, watching expressionlessly, neither urging them on nor saying a word.

Luo Yun crossed the finish line first. The second-place finisher was a full three laps behind him.

Luo Yun walked to the edge of the track, found a shady spot to sit down, and drank a large gulp of water. His legs were a little sore, but far from their limit. He glanced at the freshmen still struggling on the track and silently calculated in his mind—it would take at least half an hour to complete a hundred laps.

Lap 70, lap 80, lap 90.

One by one, the freshmen rushed across the finish line. Some collapsed to the ground as soon as they crossed, while others cried as they ran.

Chen Jiyong also crossed the finish line. His legs were weak and he was staggering as he walked, but he had indeed finished the race. He walked over to Luo Yun, plopped down, and looked like he had been pulled out of the water. His clothes were soaked, his hair was plastered to his forehead, and he was panting heavily.

"I...I actually...finished the run..." He couldn't even speak properly, but his mouth was wide open, and he was grinning like a fool.

Luo Yun handed him the water bottle, and he took it and gulped down a large mouthful.

When the last student crossed the finish line on the 100th lap, it was nearly an hour later. He hadn't run; he had almost walked the last ten laps, but he had indeed finished. No one was stopped midway; everyone ran the entire course.

More than forty people lay sprawled on the edge of the playground, looking as if they had just finished a battle.

Zhou Yi stood in front of them and waited for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, until everyone's breathing had calmed down a bit, before she spoke.

"Wang Hao, Li Lei, Zhang Tianci, Liu Ziyang, Chen Yu, come out."

Five people stood up from the crowd, their faces pale. They looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Zhou Yi didn't even ask them why; she simply pointed in the direction outside the playground.

"Go to the academic affairs office to complete the withdrawal procedures. You have been expelled."

"Teacher Zhou, I—" Wang Hao wanted to say something.

"You should know why, don't make me repeat myself." Zhou Yi's tone was flat, as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

The five men shut their mouths. They lowered their heads and slunk away.

The playground fell silent. The remaining people watched the five figures disappear into the distance, and no one dared to speak.

Zhou Yi's gaze swept over the remaining people. She remained silent for a few seconds, then said, "Rest for an hour, go back to your dorms and get ready, then meet in the classroom."

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In the classroom, the remaining students sat in their seats, and no one spoke.

Zhou Yi stood on the podium, picked up the chalk, and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"Classification of Soul Masters"

She turned around and looked at the audience.

"The fact that you were able to get into Shrek Academy shows that you already have a certain understanding of Soul Masters. But I still have to ask—what are the different types of Soul Masters?"

There was a few seconds of silence from the audience. A girl in the front row raised her hand.

"Attack-based, Agility-based, Control-based, Defense-based, Support-based, Food-based"

"Yes, the offensive type focuses on direct combat and destructive power. The agile type prioritizes speed and retreats after a single strike. The control type restricts opponents and dominates the battlefield. The defensive type protects teammates and absorbs damage. The support type buffs allies and weakens enemies. The food type leans towards support and assists allies," Zhou Yi said, writing keywords for each category on the blackboard.

"This is the traditional classification method. A long time ago, from the day a Soul Master awakened their Martial Soul, their fighting style was basically determined. An offensive style is an offensive style, and a control style is a control style; it's almost impossible to change."

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the classroom.

"But that was before."

She wrote three more words on the blackboard—Soul Guidance Device.

"The advent of soul tools changed everything."

She raised her hand, her right hand sliding across the bracelet on her left wrist. The bracelet flashed, revealing a palm-sized metal object, which she held up for everyone to see. It was a Tier 1 Soul Guidance Ray Gun, with a silver casing and simple magic array patterns engraved on its surface.

"This is a first-tier soul-guided ray gun. A three-ring support-type soul master wielding it can unleash attack power approaching that of a two-ring offensive-type soul master. A four-ring control-type soul master, if proficient in soul-guided tools, can even contend with a five-ring offensive-type soul master on the front lines."

She placed the ray gun on the podium.

"I'm not advising you to abandon your Martial Soul and switch to Soul Tools. Martial Soul will always be the foundation of a Soul Master. But you must understand that in this era, relying solely on Martial Soul is not enough. In the future Soul Master world, the importance of Soul Tools will only increase."

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then people began to whisper among themselves.

Zhou Yi did not stop her. She picked up the roster on the table and turned to the first page.

"Now let's talk about something else."

Her gaze fell on Luo Yun.

"Luo Yun".

Luo Yun stood up.

"From today onwards, you are the class monitor."

"Teacher, I have a question," a tall boy in the back row stood up abruptly, his face flushed red. "We're all freshmen, why was he appointed class monitor without any consideration? Shouldn't we at least have had everyone vote?"

Zhou Yi glanced at him. "What's your name?"

"Zhao Chen".

"Zhao Chen. Twelve years old, class of nineteen." Zhou Yi's tone was flat, as if she were reading a report. "Do you think you're qualified to be class monitor?"

Zhao Chen opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Zhou Yi didn't look at him, but turned her gaze to Luo Yun.

"Luo Yun. Eleven years old, level twenty-three. Also—" she paused, "he's also a level two Soul Master."

The classroom fell silent again.

The people who were just talking suddenly fell silent.

At eleven years old and level twenty-three, plus the badge of a level two Soul Master—this configuration is indeed unmatched by many freshmen.

Zhou Yi glanced at the audience. "Does anyone have any objections?"

No one spoke.

"Okay." She looked away. "Vice class monitor, Su Xiaowan."

The girl in the front row who had just answered the question stood up. She was short, had a ponytail, delicate features, and bright eyes.

Zhou Yi closed the register.

"The class monitor's responsibilities are to assist me in managing the class, maintaining discipline, and organizing training. The vice class monitor's responsibilities are to assist the class monitor and act as class monitor when the class monitor is absent. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me."

"That concludes today's lesson. Luo Yun, please stay behind after class."