Early next morning.
Perhaps the dawn had caused some kind of change, or perhaps the wind-resistant barrier of the divine banyan leaf had strengthened, and the strong wind that raged throughout the night had mostly subsided.
On the way to school, the road was full of broken branches and leaves, and many trees were even blown down. The city seemed to have suffered a disaster.
The temperature is also much lower than yesterday.
The oncoming cold wind was even more biting.
Passers-by were all wrapped up tightly, and many even had their faces covered with scarves, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
Cheng Han doesn't care about this.
He carries the residual seal of true flame, which is equivalent to carrying a warm baby with him.
cold?
nonexistent!
While passing by a small road, Cheng Han noticed that a large tree that was thicker than an adult's waist had been blown down by the strong wind and lay right in the middle of the road.
He turned around and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around him, he muttered: "As a model citizen who has repeatedly assisted the government in combating crime, I cannot ignore it."
Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to move it without the combined efforts of five or six adults.
But for Cheng Han, this is not a problem at all.
Cheng Han stopped his bicycle and waved his right hand a few times. A thread of flames flashed away so fast that it was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.
A puff of green smoke came out.
The tree trunk was cut into several sections in an instant.
He then used the skill of a mountain mover to effortlessly lift blocks of wood weighing hundreds of kilograms and threw them to the side of the road.
"Pah! Pah!"
Cheng Han clapped his hands a few times and said with a smile: "If you do one good deed every day, you will wait for the palace...that's wrong, you have three thousand merits!"
*
Although there was a short delay on the way, Cheng Han arrived at the school a few minutes earlier than usual.
There is no other reason.
The bicycle that the little girl bought from her father was worth the high price of two months' salary for ordinary people. It was really smooth to ride, and she could ride faster without realizing it.
Entering the classroom, he slowed down.
Because there was a female classmate on duty who was vigorously wiping his desk.
The other party noticed that he was coming and said quickly: "Cheng Han, just wait a moment and it will be wiped right away."
Cheng Han smiled back and said politely: "No need to worry, I'd like to bother you."
The female classmate was a little flattered: "I am responsible for cleaning today. This is my job."
She moved a lot faster, first wiped it carefully with a wet rag, and then replaced it with a dry rag to wipe away the remaining water stains.
The female classmate turned her head and said attentively: "Cheng Han, that's it."
Cheng Han nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
The female classmate showed a big smile: "It's not hard!"
By comparison, it can be clearly seen that other desks have some water stains, which will definitely make the clothes wet if not wiped dry, while Cheng Han's desk is clean.
The same goes for the ground.
Around his desk, his classmates were more diligent in sweeping, while other places were more or less careless.
This is a trivial detail, but it reflects something profound - even if students are in the same classroom, invisible hierarchies still exist and can be seen everywhere.
It’s not just reflected in words and deeds.
It is deeply rooted in the souls of all people.
Let’s take another typical case - Wen Jie.
Because of Qian Qingqing, this guy has always been at odds with Cheng Han, and has said many strange things secretly.
And with Cheng Han rising like a comet, Wen Jie was completely marginalized in the class. His classmates who used to be close to him no longer interact with him very much now.
Sometimes Cheng Han felt a little pitiful when he looked at him alone and lonely.
*
The third class in the morning.
Yan Dongshan, the head teacher, reported a strange news: "The Council of Ministers has promulgated a new law. From now on, no one is allowed to hunt night owl, and violators will be severely punished.
"The fine for killing one is ten silver coins, and the fine for killing two is thirty silver coins, and the sums are added up in sequence. If you don't have money, you have to do hard labor."
Yan Dongshan reminded: "Everyone, please be careful and don't use your slingshot to shoot birds. If you accidentally kill a night owl, your parents' work will be in vain for half a month."
Cheng Han looked strange when he heard this.
Last night, the night owl group was remotely controlled to help the official workers kill a believer of an alien god. Today, laws are being introduced to protect the night owl. What does this mean?
Is this a message of goodwill to the mysterious person?
Qian Qingqing muttered: "I think the officials in the council hall are out of their minds. Why do they even care about such a trivial matter?"
The little girl thought for a while and gave an evaluation: "Vegetarian meal with corpse!"
Cheng Han echoed absently: "That's right!"
But he had different thoughts in mind.
Is it really a vegetarian meal?
If you think about it deeply, it seems to have a deeper meaning.
The Divine Advent Group knows that the inner ghost is extremely good at controlling the night owl. They cannot tell which night owl is the inner ghost's eyes and ears, and they will only hide away when they see the night owl.
Once the law is fully implemented, the number of night owl within Qinglin City will definitely increase.
In this case, do the Ability God believers still dare to cause chaos in Qinglin City?
Of course not!
In other words, this is actually a very clever strategy.
On the one hand, it conveyed goodwill to the mysterious man, and on the other hand, it borrowed the name of the mysterious man to greatly intimidate the believers of the alien gods.
Kill two birds with one stone!
Cheng Han couldn't help but secretly praise: "There are many smart people in the officialdom!"
*
In this world, a wide variety of mushrooms are the most common food.
Especially in the long cold winter, when there are fewer types of vegetables and the yield is not high, mushrooms directly dominate the common people's dining tables.
Mushrooms account for a high proportion of the food Qian Qingqing "feeds" his tablemates on a daily basis.
Of course, given the little girl's family background, most of them buy expensive high-end goods.
A large-scale mushroom farm was built underground at the No. 15 Middle School, and the curriculum also included a course on "Practical Mushroom Cultivation Techniques."
Students are accustomed to calling the underground farm "mushroom cave" and the course "mushroom class".
Cheng Han feels that this course actually treats students as free labor and teaches them some relevant knowledge.
There happens to be a mushroom class in the afternoon.
Since the farm is two hundred acres high and can accommodate multiple classes, three classes are in class at the same time today.
Ten minutes before class.
The entrance to the mushroom farm was already filled with students.
Cheng Han is also one of them.
As the most popular star in the school, he naturally became the target of onlookers from the other two classes and enjoyed the attention of countless eyes.
All kinds of strange sounds floated into his ears.
"You don't look handsome, but you have so much temperament!"
"I think it's quite handsome, I just like this type!"
"I heard that yesterday Cheng Han slapped Jun Changkong and sent him flying more than twenty meters. Today Jun Changkong was so scared that he didn't dare to come, for fear of being beaten again."
Cheng Han's mouth twitched.
More than twenty meters?
The training hall in Lan Tower is not even twenty meters long. What bastard could spread such outrageous news?
If he had no other purpose, he would never come here in advance and be watched like a rare animal.
Very annoying!
After a while.
Cheng Han silently made a deduction.
A stream of information flashed by.
He tilted his head slightly, glanced at the crowd without trace, and quietly used the "imprinting" technique to "engrav" a face in his mind.
This person is a student in Class 8, Grade 3, named Mondart.
This guy's appearance is a little different, his pupils are light green, and his hair lacks a hint of gold, while the other students all have black hair and black pupils.
Zhou Yang, the dead ghost who was killed by the official workers last night, had a strange Satyr name - Thoris Gil.
Cheng Han felt that Mondart looked a bit like Sartre's name.
This mushroom class happened to be with Class 8 of Grade 3, so he came here in advance to wait, just to take a look at the other person's face and capture a "relevance".
"Squeak~"
The big iron gate at the entrance of the farm suddenly opened.
The crystal energy lamps in the underground passage all lit up.
The students immediately fell silent.
A young teacher came out and asked strangely: "There are still five minutes until class starts. Why are there so many people waiting at the door today?"
The person immediately reacted and laughed: "I understand. Class 2 of Grade 3 is here today. Everyone is here to see classmate Cheng Han, right?"
Many students nodded.
Cheng Han was speechless.
The young teacher's temperament is quite humorous: "Classmate Cheng Han should be here, right? You are the first monitor of Lanlou in the past six years. Mushroom Cave welcomes you very much!"
The man smiled and made a gesture: "Squad leader Cheng, please enter the farm first and clear the way for us."
In the eyes of everyone, this is an honor.
Cheng Han was so overwhelmed that he quickly refused: "No, let other students go in first."
The young teacher felt a little regretful, but did not force it: "Okay, everyone, let's go in."
The flow of people immediately started moving and slowly poured into the passage.
Cheng Han stood still.
More than ten seconds passed.
Suddenly, an exclamation came from the passage: "Ah~"
Then there was a cry of extreme fear: "Ghost eyes! I saw ghost eyes!"
Judging from the voice, the speaker is Wen Jie.
The crowd instantly burst into a huge commotion.
Cheng Han's heart trembled, and a word suddenly came to his mind - stampede!
Nearly a hundred students were crowded in this passage. If everyone rushed to escape, it would definitely lead to a serious stampede.
