Chapter 121
The detailed rules displayed on the expanded interface temporarily drew everyone's attention away from Qin Su.
As the browsing time lengthened, low murmurs could be heard intermittently from inside the room.
"A lottery for the senior class? Doesn't that mean the Class Monitor doesn't have to draw lots themselves? No wonder no robots came to our class to draw lots today."
"I wonder which lucky class will be chosen to pick us."
"If you said that on your own, it would be incredibly narcissistic, to the point that you'd be ridiculed by the upperclassmen and drowned in netizens' spittle. Luckily, our Class Monitor is Qin Su, so everyone will just think what you said makes no sense."
The students didn't react much to the earlier rules, but when they saw the last rule, the students in Class 6) raised their eyebrows, tears welling up in their eyes with surprise, and their eyes all turned to Qin Su's seat.
The rules indicate that in this joint operation between students from different years, the average level of students from the higher grades is generally higher than that of students from the lower grades.
Lower-grade students, from Class Monitors down to the students themselves, must obey the orders of higher-grade students.
(Class 6 students. "...
Forgive them; it's simply unimaginable that Qin Su would obey orders from others.
What if... there's something wrong with the issued orders? If Qin Su leads them through the process and something goes wrong, who will be responsible?
"The thought that our fate isn't decided by our Class Monitor, but rather falls into the hands of some unknown person fills me with fear."
"We can just say this within our own class, but don't tell anyone else. If someone hears you say something so tactless, you'll get punished."
"Ultimately, the majority of students in our Class of 26, except for the Class Monitor, were simply too weak, dragging down the average level of the Class Monitor. Otherwise, based on the average level, the Class Monitor's position as the most capable student would be unshakeable."
Zhang Minglang's eyes remained fixed on Qin Su. Someone like Qin Su, who always gave orders, would he really obediently follow commands? If the instructions were wrong, Qin Su would argue back... right? And how would the other person react?
"?"
Why are you all staring at him so intently?
After reading all the rules, Qin Su found nothing that would make his classmates focus all their attention on him. Confused, he shook off his doubts and happily waited for the senior Class Monitor to draw lots.
He had absolutely no interest in participating in a lottery, a process where he had to rely on luck if he didn't cheat.
Let whoever wants to smoke, smoke; as long as it's not him, it's fine.
"Have you all finished reading?" Zhang Minglang shifted his gaze from Qin Su's calm face to the other students in Class 6.
It seems that Qin Su showed absolutely no unusual emotion regarding the last rule.
Given his prior experience in a real-world scenario at the end of last semester, Zhang Minglang insisted that "Qin Su is definitely plotting something again."
"I've finished watching."
"Yes, teacher."
[Hoping that class will be so lucky]
[The Class Monitor has basic knowledge, but the other class members (referring to Qin Su) don't (doge)]
Trust me, the rules are simple, but Brother Su's final "answer" will definitely be anything but simple. Let's wait and see!
Qin Su: "..."
Other streamers would link up in three, two, one, but when it came to him, whenever this "streamer" wanted to "rest," it didn't matter; the "Viewers" would just turn the tables and increase the difficulty and intensity of the challenge without warning.
With no prior knowledge of the joint operations and a complete uncertainty about the future, Qin Su can only remain on high alert, ready to improvise and surprise the Viewers with his unprepared and unconventional actions.
"Very good," Zhang Minglang said. "The first joint operation this semester will be announced in about half an hour. Which class from the Class of 25 cohort will be selected for our (Class 6? Before that, let's do a simple Tactical Analysis question."
Half an hour is just enough time to finish writing.
"Huh? Is that polite, Teacher Zhang?"
"No way!"
"If you don't understand, just ask. Teacher, are you a devil?"
Upon hearing the devastating news, everyone let out a mournful wail.
[A hellish scene unfolds during a PE class: the math teacher suddenly appears in the classroom, pulling out a stack of exam papers from behind his back.]
[This scene is very relatable; a friend of mine started to get emotional. For my friend's mental health and to protect their noble character and qualities, I strongly suggest deleting it.]
Fearing he would receive another long, incomprehensible message and waste his time, Zhang Minglang ignored everyone's cries and ruthlessly sent the questions to each student's Optical Brain with a single click, reminding them. "You have 25 minutes to answer the questions. Note that you should not write any nonsense on the test paper. If I find more than three lines of nonsense, you will lose 10 points from this quiz."
"Raymond, what are you pouting for? I'm talking to you."
Zhang Minglang glared at Raymond. During the holiday, he had asked the students to analyze how to Purge a certain insect in the least destructive and time-consuming way. Good heavens, Raymond had filled the test paper to the brim. Upon closer inspection, it was all about discussing the usability of different parts of the insect's flesh based on the local terrain and climate. Apart from 'eating,' he couldn't find any content he wanted, wasting ten minutes of his time.
Raymond covered his mouth with his hand, not daring to utter a sound.
"..."
According to the Class Advisor, Raymond not only has a big appetite and a love for food, but he can also analyze food based on its origin, climate, and parts, etc. This makes him a perfect "mukbang" blogger to promote Insect Meat! Qin Su secretly kept this in mind.
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The students from the Class of 25 who drew lots finished reading the rules for their first joint operation of the semester. When they reached the last rule, their expressions were almost identical to those of the Class of 26.
"Two tigers cannot share one mountain. Haven't the teachers heard of this saying? What kind of rule is this? I clearly remember when we were freshmen, we teamed up with upperclassmen, and the rule was that the two Class Monitor competed, and the winner was chosen. How come it changed when we became upperclassmen?"
"We feel like we've been set up, but we have no proof."
"Don't overthink it. The rules regarding command were different in the previous two administrations."
"Although the opportunity to cooperate with Qin Su is rare, it is based on the premise that there is no 'antagonistic' relationship between us and Qin Su."
"I've been drawn into the same class as Qin Su. I don't know if that's good luck or bad luck."
"They're all so stubborn. A little flexibility would be okay. They can outwardly listen to our seniors, but secretly listen to Qin Su."
"... You're dreaming. Do you really have the ability to persuade Qin Su to cooperate like this?"
Such discussions arose in almost every class of the Class of 25.
Before everyone could discuss it for long, the robot in charge of drawing lots arrived as scheduled, and each class Class Monitor drew lots as usual.
In order to find out as soon as possible which class would draw Qin Su in the lottery, the students of the Class of 25 graduating class tacitly exchanged information in private groups and Forums.
A total of 60 classes were drawn, but no one was drawn from Class 6 of the Class of 26. The classes that had already drawn saw that they had no chance with Class 6 of the Class of 26 and complained in their own classrooms.
"I'm sorry, it was just bad luck of mine that caused our class to miss the precious opportunity to fight alongside Qin Su."
"Oh no, it must be because I forgot to pray before drawing lots."
"Damn it, my luck is terrible!"
"If God gave me a billion chances, I'd be lucky enough to win one of them."
"I've given up. Once Unlucky One, always Unlucky One. Unlucky One can't sneak into Europe, sob sob."
The homeroom Class Advisor were used to this kind of hypocrisy, and when they were actually given the opportunity to "manage" Qin Su, they were afraid and wanted to escape.
Once they were sure they had lost this opportunity, they became unhappy.
Class 66 of Class of 25.
When Class Monitor Alec, the class monitor, saw the class that had been drawn, he raised his hand to cover the robot's mouth and the answer, making the robot leave so he could announce the results himself.
The robot nodded and removed Class of 26 (Class 6), which had already been drawn, from the remaining lottery pool as it left.
After watching the robot leave, Alec turned to look at his classmates.
"My dear classmates, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
Alec recalled the rules he had seen not long ago, and silently gasped. He didn't show it on his face, but instead asked his classmates, trying to make a witty joke to make himself feel better.
"Of course it's good news." As everyone said this, a sense of anticipation was already building in their hearts.
Alec smiled, "Just now, I drew Class 6 the Class of 26 cohort as my partner for this semester's joint operation."
"..."
"Wow, no wonder our Class Monitor is so incredibly lucky!"
"Class Monitor, I love you to death!"
After a brief silence, cheers erupted. Everyone was happy for a minute, and then someone nervously asked Alec.
"Class Monitor, you've finished telling the good news, so what's the bad news?"
Alec smiled wearily and said the same thing, but with a different meaning. "I was drawn from Class 6 the Class of 26."
(Class 66 looked at Alec in silence and with sympathy.
Because they also knew very well that this was bad news specifically for Class Monitor Alec.
As classmates, they had the opportunity to fight alongside Qin Su, get close to him, and observe Qin Su every move up close every day. They wouldn't offend Qin Su, and as bystanders, they could still get close to their idol.
Class Monitor Alec was different. According to the rules, he was the one who gave orders, which meant he had to issue commands to Qin Su. Just imagining it made them all feel a chill down their spines for Alec.
Not to mention... Alec is a beta without Pheromones.
Putting aside individual ability, in terms of 'natural talent,' Alec lost to Qin Su.
What if Alec says something that offends Qin Su...? Just thinking about it puts immense pressure on Alec.
"Alec, I'll be working hard for you from now on."
"Sorry, Class Monitor, we shouldn't have secretly shown how happy we were in front of you."
Their happiness at this moment was obtained by 'sacrificing' the feelings of the Class Monitor. (Class 66 members apologized to Alec.
Amidst a flurry of comforting words from his classmates, Alec helplessly, "That's enough. Although I haven't had close contact with Qin Su, I've heard that he's very kind to all his teammates. Rather than being afraid, what if I get more from Qin Su?"
At worst, when giving Qin Su the order in a low voice, he could secretly wear a tie under his Combat Suit and say "Go to hell" in a respectable manner.
As he spoke, Alec didn't forget to send the message to the Class of 25 Class Monitor group, which immediately drew a lot of sour comments.
[?]
[Class 66) was randomly selected from Class 6)? I don't believe there's nothing fishy going on here. I suggest a thorough investigation.]
[This is truly amazing, I'm really impressed.]
[I strongly suspect that Class 66) was chosen because of the auspicious number '66']
[Hehe, congratulations to Class 66! (rolls eyes)]
[I understand now, I lost to Class 66 because I was from Class 44 (suddenly realizing)]
[Well-reasoned and irrefutable]
[Hello? Then what about our Class 6 of Class of 25? Aren't we worthy?]
[Get lost! You've already got the chance to exchange with Qin Su's class, what more do you want?]
When will it be our (Class 88's) turn? I'm waiting online, I'm so anxious!
[They are all related to the number 6. Class 66) is destined to be with Brother Su. I even suspect that Brother Su chose Class 6) not only because of He Muzhi, but also because of the number 6.]
[As it turns out, the number 6 represents good fortune and success everywhere.]
[A group of 'old sixes']
Qin Su, who knew the lottery results in advance through the live chat. "..."
The number 6 has a certain mystical significance.
The results were in, and Zhang Minglang looked at the freshly released news, his eyes turning to Qin Su.
Qin Su lowered his eyes, seemingly engrossed in answering the questions, oblivious to everything else around him.
Time was up, the answer link was closed, and the students in Class 6) quickly shifted their attention away from the question and looked impatiently at their Class Advisor.
"Teacher Zhang, have the results come out yet?"
"It's out already, so much time has passed."
Which class was selected to be ours?
Amidst a barrage of questions, Zhang Minglang, who had initially intended to announce it, hesitated, remembering Qin Su's uncanny foresight in every practical exercise last semester, even predicting the final destination and preparing training sessions for the students in advance. He swallowed his words for the moment, changing his tone to. "Qin Su, which class do you think it is?"
In one sentence, everyone's attention was drawn to Qin Su.
If it were someone else, they would think the teacher was joking; how could someone who didn't participate in the lottery and was waiting for the results possibly know?
If it's Qin Su...
Nothing is impossible! This isn't the first time Qin Su has made a successful prediction.
"... (Class 66." Qin Su said the answer he copied from the comments.
(Class 6: "?"
They are (6), but the Class Monitor said (66), which seems too casual.
(Class 6 students looked at Zhang Minglang with questioning eyes.
"!"
Although Zhang Minglang already knew that Qin Su was a 'god,' he was still shocked to hear Qin Su give the correct answer without any hesitation.
Zhang Minglang's expression said it all, and the people in Class 6 were astonished.
"It seems that's really the case."
"Wow, Brother Su seriously suspect he knows the script of life and can tell fortunes." Raymond covered his face with his hand and asked He Muzhi, "Why don't you and I go together and ask Brother Su if he can tell our fortunes?"
He Muzhi: "... I'll politely decline."
The thought of consulting Qin Su for fortune-telling made him feel awkward and embarrassed. As for Reynolds... etc.
How did Raymond lead him astray and make him actually believe Qin Su can tell fortunes?
He Muzhi was too thin, so he slapped his forehead, trying to clear his head.
"... I'm the one who got rejected, why are you slapping yourself on the head? Does my word really give you that much of a headache? I'm not thinking..."
"Stop, please." He Muzhi interrupted Raymond.
Raymond kept his mouth shut, but his heart wasn't dead; he still hoped that even if He Muzhi didn't go, he could go himself.
"Do we have the honor of knowing how you found out?" Zhang Minglang knew perfectly well that he didn't have much influence with Qin Su, so he openly dragged along the students from Class 6 who had been carried by Qin Su several times.
"What I saw."
Qin Su glanced at the comments in the upper left corner without making a sound. As long as his popularity remained, countless messages about this world would be scrolling there almost constantly.
"Did someone report that the class monitor or Class Monitor connected to the Lottery Robot?"
"Who cares? Even though the Class Monitor is sitting in the classroom, if Class Monitor wants to know, he can know everything that's happening outside. God."
Qin Su: "..."
No, he can't. He only knows what the comments mention; the comments are the gods.
Zhang Minglang's thoughts were similar to his students'. After calming down, he said to them, "Qin Su was right, it is indeed Class 66)."
Although they had anticipated this, getting the answer they expected still caused everyone's admiration for Qin Su to rise in favor of him, and the barrage of comments was filled with words like "Qin God Su".
"Now that the results are in, starting today, our Class 6 of the Class of 26 cohort will follow the instructions of Class 66 of Class of 25 and complete our daily training according to their schedule."
Having learned from last semester's experience, Zhang Minglang wasn't worried that Qin Su the students without a teacher present.
"I'm adding you all to the same group chat as Class 66 now. From now on, Class 66's Class Monitor Alec, will announce any arrangements in the group chat."
"As for the destination of the actual Purge, the teacher doesn't know yet either. Let's wait and see."
After Zhang Minglang finished speaking, the students in Class 6 saw that a new group had appeared in their Optical Brain group list.
That's all for today, dismissed.
No sooner had Zhang Minglang left than Qin Su got up. He was about to meet with Class 66, and time was of the essence. He had to hurry back to the dormitory to check on the members of Class 66 and make up for any omissions.
The students joined the new group and were socializing with the seniors from Class 66) through the Optical Brain, so they were not surprised to see Qin Su leaving.
They were a little surprised to see Raymond chase after him.
"No, where is Raymond going?"
"I don't know, but given Raymond's thought process, it wouldn't be surprising if he did something."
He Muzhi, the only one who knew the truth. "..."
Only Raymond would do something as ruthless as chasing after Qin Su to ask for his fortune told.
Difficult to assess.
Before Raymond could speak, Qin Su, who had already heard his footsteps, stopped and turned to face Raymond in order to finish the fight quickly.
Seeing Qin Su suddenly turn around, Raymond slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly, calling out obediently, "Class Monitor."
Qin Su cut to the chase and asked, "What is it?"
"Class Monitor, you just said you could tell. Do you know how to tell fortunes?" Raymond's voice lowered unconsciously. "Could you tell my fortune?"
Seeing Raymond's furtive and hushed demeanor, Qin Su suppressed the urge to twitch his forehead and take a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm, and simply said, "Trust science."
Like the other students, Raymond has his own exciting life and complete social relationships in the Comic World, but the Comic World does not describe their future; it only features the Protagonist Group and the villains.
Of course, there was nothing about Qin Su either.
Furthermore, given his ability to consistently and accurately turn himself into Unlucky One person every time he tries to indulge in metaphysics, he'd rather just play around with it himself than do things that harm others unless absolutely necessary, in order to accumulate good karma for his own future pursuit of European success.
"Um?"
Raymond scratched his head, puzzled, but then he heard Qin Su say goodbye, and he subconsciously replied that he was going to say goodbye as well.
After watching Qin Su's figure disappear, Raymond stood on the suspended corridor for a long time, and even after He Muzhi patted him on the shoulder from behind, he still couldn't figure out what Qin Su meant.
Just then, He Muzhi arrived, and Raymond relayed Qin Su's He Muzhi to him, asking for his opinion.
"Tell me, what does the fortune-telling the Class Monitor gave me mean?"
"Fortune telling?" He Muzhi accurately caught the key phrase. "Just four words, how can that be considered fortune telling? I remember it requires birth date and time, but you didn't tell the Class Monitor. I'm starting to think the Class Monitor is trying to persuade you against feudal superstition?"
"Hey, you don't understand, do you? Why would the Class Monitor need to look at those things? You're not just jealous of me, are you? You're just being sarcastic."
He Muzhi: "..."
When he said something superfluous.
He Muzhi didn't speak, so Raymond took his silence as consent. He patted He Muzhi on the shoulder and, while walking back to his dormitory, texted his parents to tell them that Qin Su had granted him the fate of 'believing in science'.
To quickly unravel its mysteries, Raymond even set these four characters as his Optical Brain skin.
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In the group chats of Class 6) and Class 66), since they were merged into one group, Alec frequently checked the group messages and searched for Qin Su's posts. Only after confirming that Qin Su had not said a word did he release information about the Training Ground, time, etc., for the first meeting between the two classes before everyone had even rested.
The moment the message was posted, Qin Su, who was looking at the data, saw it, read the content, and replied instantly. He didn't even look at what the other students were saying; he only knew that he had completed the 'received' check-in task and was instantly immersed in the data.
After reading the message, the other students noticed Qin Su's "Received" comment below the latest announcement. Understanding the importance of this, they didn't reply, avoiding posting a Qin Su to prevent it from being buried and hidden from others. They quickly took a screenshot and set off.
When they encountered Qin Su's affairs, they were spontaneously infected by Class 6) and contracted a disease of 'feeling uncomfortable if they didn't show off things related to Qin Su '.
"..."
Alec watched as Qin Su replied "Received" less than a second after the announcement was sent, and then no one else spoke. Only the two Class Monitors, who were considered to be at odds by everyone due to school rules, were left speaking in the group chat. He swallowed hard.
Is this a show of force from Qin Su?