Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 120 Who is in favor and who is against

how can that be!

Cai Yue'er was incredulous. She could sense that Su Qiu hadn't used any soul power or martial spirit; he was simply fishing.

Not only that.

With a flick of the wrist and a tug of the wrist, Su Qiu caught one fish after another.

There are no gaps.

Just like purchasing goods.

"How did you do that?!" Cai Yue'er, who couldn't understand what was happening, was starting to question her own existence.

"It's simple, luck." Su Qiu chuckled, satisfied with seeing Cai Yue'er's defenses crumble, and left.

That's right, he came here on purpose to provoke Cai Yue'er.

That blond-haired kid holds a grudge.

Back in the dormitory, Su Qiu saw Tang Wulin standing there, with a boy standing next to him.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Tang Wulin quickly stepped forward: "Brother Su Qiu, this is Yuan En, a senior in the second year. He wants to have a pair of boxing gloves made."

"Make a pair of boxing gloves?" Su Qiu asked in surprise. "Why do you need me? Don't you know how to forge things too?"

Tang Wulin scratched his head: "Senior Yuanen's martial soul will affect his size and make him grow larger. To create gauntlets that are suitable for him and can grow larger, we need spirit alloys."

"Hehehe, I don't know how to use spirit forging yet."

Spirit forging allows the metal to integrate into the human body, and then, no matter how much the body changes, the metal will change accordingly.

Tang Wulin, having lost the Golden Dragon King, is still far from achieving the level of Spirit Forging.

"Is that so?" Su Qiu stroked her chin, her gaze falling on the boy.

Yuanen Gloves
Su Qiu tilted his head and asked, "Yuan En Ye Hui?"

The boy's breath hitched, and he couldn't help but look down at himself, wondering how he had been recognized.
Tang Wulin's eyes widened as well. Su Qiu had mentioned this name yesterday; it was that waitress girl.

"You, you, you!" Tang Wulin looked at Yuanen Yehui, stammering and unable to speak.

Is this boy the same person as the pretty girl from yesterday?!
Yuan Enhui's expression darkened slightly, his eyes hardening: "How did you figure that out?"

"Guess," Su Qiu smiled, "The Spirit Forged Gauntlets, right? I'll take them. You can give me whatever contribution points you want."

"No, I don't want it anymore." Yuan Enhui shook her head, turned around and left. She felt very insecure right now.

Under Su Qiu's holy blue pupils, she felt as if she had been completely seen through.

"The Fallen Angel Martial Soul must be causing you a lot of pain. I can help you resolve it."

Yuan Enhui paused, leaving behind the words, "No need."

They then continued on their way.

Watching the other person's departing figure, Su Qiu fell into deep thought.

The key to subduing the Yuanen family lies in this Fallen Angel Martial Soul.

The Yuanen family's biggest concern now is whether Yuanen Yehui's Fallen Angel Martial Soul will summon the Demon Gate and connect to the Demon Dimension after she cultivates to the Title Douluo level.

Moreover, the Yuanen family's hatred for the Demon Realm runs deep; it's a clan hatred.

If Su Qiu can resolve this, winning their hearts will be a piece of cake.

Coincidentally, Su Qiu really could solve it.

What demon dimension? We'll just use light cannons to wipe it out.

If they dare to invade, I will make sure they suffer a crushing defeat!

Tang Wulin, who had listened to the whole thing from the side, recalled Le Zhengyu's insistence yesterday and muttered to himself, "Fallen angel."

"This is not good. Is she really an evil spirit master?"

“Hey, it’s not that serious.” Su Qiu corrected him earnestly: “Tang Wulin, remember this, there are no evil martial souls, only evil soul masters.”

"Right, right?" Tang Wulin looked bewildered. He felt an indescribable awkwardness coming from Su Qiu's mouth.

Classes started the next day.

"Today we're electing class officers." Wu Changkong coldly looked at the entire class and explained, "Generally speaking, the class officers include one class monitor, two vice class monitors, one forging committee member, one design committee member, one production committee member, and one maintenance committee member. These correspond to the four main sub-professions." "Elections are voluntary, based on ability and public recognition. Let's begin." As soon as Wu Changkong finished speaking, the classroom fell silent for two seconds before erupting into a flurry of chatter.

At this moment, Su Qiu walked onto the podium.

He came to Shrek Academy to recruit talented people, so he'll definitely be the class monitor.

Looking at the students below the stage who were all staring at him with surprise and uncertainty, Su Qiu sighed slightly. These were all outstanding talents who would work for him in the future.

Su Qiu leaned against the edge of the podium, his azure eyes sweeping across the room, his tone carrying an undeniable confidence: "I'll be the class monitor."

"Who is in favor and who is against?"

The discussion was instantly silenced, and the freshmen looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

They had actually noticed Su Qiu long ago; the scores given to her during the assessment were all from Su Qiu.

He is also ranked second on the list of geniuses.

It turned out to be my classmate?!
How can anyone compete with that? It's obvious that Su Qiu must be a young master with an incredibly powerful background!
"I object!"

A furious shout broke the silence. Someone abruptly stood up, their eyes filled with resentment: "Why did you become class monitor without any qualifications? Elections are about ability and recognition. You didn't even give a reason. How can everyone respect you?"

Immediately, almost all the students looked at him with admiration.

What a man!

The man was also a little confused, not understanding why everyone was looking at him like that.

He actually entered the academy through a special talent program in a secondary profession, and he didn't pay attention to the genius rankings, so he had never met Su Qiu.

"Reason?" Su Qiu raised an eyebrow, offering no explanation, and instead turned to Shen Yi, saying, "Write down his name and give him a disciplinary action."

Su Qiu is about to start using her power ruthlessly!
Power is meant to be used!

Shen Yi was awestruck, his gaze sweeping over Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong continued to pretend he hadn't seen it.

Left with no other choice, Shen Yi, his face flushed, pulled out the student roster and wrote: "Lin Hao, openly defied a candidate for class officer and disrupted classroom order, hereby given a warning."

Darkness, so very dark!
"Forget it, no need to write it down, Lin Hao. Don't do it again."

Su Qiu changed the subject, a smile appearing in her eyes, and patted the podium: "I was just joking. You can't just give punishments casually."

"I don't have that authority."

You're kidding me!
How could a joke make a teacher so cooperative?

Lin Hao stood there, his face turning pale and then red, unsure whether to be angry or relieved.

"Alright, anyone have any objections?"

The classroom was completely silent; no one dared to speak.

Na'er jumped up. "I agree!"

She started to lie through her teeth: "After spending so much time together, everyone has seen how outstanding Su Qiu is. I've always thought he was the class monitor in all his right!"

How long have we been together?
It's only the beginning of the school year!

Some people quietly complained that Na'er's flattery was too obvious.

However, with Na'er taking the lead, the other freshmen followed suit.

"Agree!"

"We have no objection to Su Qiu being the class monitor!"

"As expected by all!"

"Very well, thank you all for your kind words." Su Qiu raised her hand to suppress the cheers.

Having demonstrated their power, it's time to offer some incentives.

He took out his Level 6 Blacksmith badge and put it on his chest.

"Now that I'm the class monitor, you can ask me for help if you encounter any problems with the materials for your battle armor."

The badge of a Level 6 blacksmith is dazzling.

A series of gasps erupted from inside the classroom.