Chapter 93

Next, the names the students had written on the screens in front of them were displayed one by one on another large screen, matching their names with the actual names displayed on the screen.

Teachers: "..."

This was the first time in their years of work that such a situation had occurred; they had witnessed history firsthand.

Students: "...!"

[As planned and expected!]

[Ahhh, this feels so good, it's heavenly!]

[The question is, how did Brother Su manage to write his name, which has quite a few strokes, in just two seconds?]

[It's obvious he signs his autograph a lot. Who needs to practice their autograph so often? It's either celebrities or people who handle things. Cross out celebrities, the answer is obvious.]

[Without this, there would be no harm. This Boss 1's signature gives off a very different vibe; it's strikingly cool.]

[Such beautiful and strong handwriting! Even though there are 118 'Qin Su' characters, I recognized at a glance which one was written by our Su Bao, hehe. It's really impressive to show this off!]

[Help! Someone save Raymond's elementary school-level handwriting! It's unbearable to look at!]

When the signature was displayed, Qin Su clearly saw a slight fluctuation in the Life Points trend chart in the upper right corner. The Native Favorability and the number of comments were both increasing because of the simple signature.

"..."

The principle that details determine success or failure applies everywhere.

In the Real World, Jiang Lu saw the manual signature under Qin Su's name on the large screen in the comic book page, and all his doubts vanished at that moment.

He had seen Qin Su's name written in the book before, but it looked completely different from this signature.

Qin Su's name on the book is written in a vigorous and unrestrained style, like a dragon in motion; the signature shown in the comic exudes a sharp and steady demeanor.

He said it himself: how could people in the Real World live in Comic World? He's just obsessed with comics.

"Uh... this... it's really hard to refute." Zhang Minglang was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and a look of pride appeared in his eyes.

If someone else used these words, it would probably provoke dissatisfaction, but since Qin Su used them, there was no problem; everyone below agreed.

'Qin Su' was written by them from the bottom of their hearts; no one forced them to write it at gunpoint.

As Zhang Minglang finished speaking, it was clear that many people below were unconsciously nodding in agreement.

"Qin Su has been chosen as one of the Commanders as expected. Let's give Qin Su a warm round of applause."

Loud applause erupted in the room.

Qin Su was a little embarrassed, but he didn't show it on his face, hoping it would end quickly.

This time, heaven heard his prayers; the applause lasted for about three seconds before being stopped by the Class Advisor.

Zhang Minglang: "There's no other way; we can't possibly have 118 Commanders. Now, apart from Qin Su, the other 117 Class Monitor, please write down the name of the Class Monitor you think is qualified to be a Commander within the 30-second Countdown."

As is customary in the past, this step usually only needs to be completed once, but this time an extra attempt is required.

"Remember, Qin Su is definitely not in this situation!"

Zhang Minglang emphasized this again, which drew knowing smiles from the teachers and students.

When the 30-second Countdown ended and the students were presented again, most of them wrote their own names since Qin Su was not present, while a few wrote other people's names.

Of these names, Blumer stood out with 17 votes.

After Zhang Minglang congratulated him, Blumer was the first to applaud loudly, his gray eyes narrowing with a smile.

Facing Qin Su, he knew it was a game he was destined to lose. Once he understood this, he felt less burdened and simply let things take their course.

Zhang Minglang: "The Commander has been chosen. Next is a free draw. Except for Qin Su and Blumer, the other 116 Class Monitor will press the button together after the three-second Countdown ends."

A flat button with a gray metallic sheen appeared on the desktop.

"After pressing the button, the screen will display that class with number 1 belongs to Qin Su's camp, and class with number 2 belongs to Blumer's camp."

Whether they can be with Qin Su this time depends entirely on luck, not on their abilities.

Once this principle was understood, various styles and types of prayers immediately filled the room.

For better results, the students did not perform a single prayer, but instead took turns practicing the prayer methods they knew.

The main theme is to leave no one out, instantly turning into a large-scale metaphysical event.

"..."

Witnessing this scene, Qin Su immediately felt at peace.

It turns out he wasn't the only one who secretly indulged in feudal superstitions; judging from everyone else's current behavior, they were just as eccentric as him in private.

Teachers: "..."

Weren't we taught from a young age that there are no ghosts or spirits in the world, and that we should believe in science instead of ghosts and spirits? Where did these kids learn that?

[Ah, they actually believe in this stuff? Aren't they worried that the insects they killed will become ghosts and come back to haunt them?]

[It's just metaphysics for psychological comfort; they don't really believe in it. Instead of worrying about them, you should worry about whether the twin-tailed girl you killed will turn into a cockroach ghost and roam your house at night.]

Zhang Minglang didn't give everyone much time for mystical talk; he started the Countdown shortly after he finished speaking.

Three seconds passed in a flash, and the result appeared very quickly after the button was pressed.

The probability of being controlled by the numbers 1 and 2 is 50%, and they will randomly appear under each Class Monitor's button when they are pressed, depending entirely on luck.

"Yes!" Lailisi clenched her fist.

Qiu Yongyan didn't understand; he was wholeheartedly devoted to Qin Su: "No, why? Am I not sincere enough?"

"Hahaha, that's so me!"

"It's all fake, it's all fake!"

"I suspect your chosen candidate cheated, but I have no proof."

"Why can you get 1 but I can't? If I go back with this result, won't my classmates beat me to death?" Su Zhanghua, heartbroken.

The person who drew number 1 chuckled, while the Class Monitor, who missed out on the Third Practical Exercise with Qin Su, wore a long face.

Blumer, despite being 'disliked,' remained cheerful and continued to smile.

He's ranked after Qin Su, which is a sign of everyone's approval of him, so how could he not be happy?

[After checking, I realized that Mu Bao and his friends are finally reunited.]

[There's a content and honest person here.]

[Fortunately, He Muzhi wasn't allowed to draw lots, otherwise, given his luck, he would definitely have ended up on the opposite side of Qin Su.]

[He Muzhi: Please delete this; I'm feeling a little uncomfortable about it.]

After giving everyone about twenty seconds, Zhang Minglang his throat and waited for the room to quiet down before continuing, "Commanders, please remember, the school will not announce the Purge targets before we arrive at the actual battlefield."

"From the moment this begins, all courses are temporarily suspended. The training period lasts for one month until the end of the Third Practical Exercise. Every Class Monitor must obey the orders of their respective Commander. The type of courses or training to be conducted each day is entirely determined by the Commander."

"That concludes today. You are free to do as you please." With his task completed, Zhang Minglang's demeanor shifted from serious to relaxed. "The teachers can leave now. If you have any requests, please feel free to ask your Class Advisor; the school will accommodate them."

Zhang Minglang looked at the other homeroom Class Advisor present.

Everyone tacitly stood up one after another, even though they were very curious about how Qin Su would arrange things, leaving space for the two newly appointed Commanders.

With classes suspended for a month, the Class Advisor were curious whether the Commander, chosen by the students themselves and on whom they had placed high hopes, would cause chaos without teacher supervision.

Zhang Minglang didn't know what others thought, but he believed that things wouldn't get chaotic at all. The Class of 26 with Qin Su was unlike any other cohort before.

After Qin Su distinguished himself at the Fourth Military Academy, many students in the Class of 26 graduating class who originally intended to coast along as before either transferred to other schools to avoid Qin Su's brilliance, listened to their parents and attended classes diligently, ready to show off in front of Qin Su at any time, or simply drifted along.

The position of 'Class Monitor', which used to be easily secured by maneuvering, now requires real ability to hold onto.

A rare all-around talent, it's hard to mess things up.

Within two minutes, only 118 people remained in the large space.

As soon as their respective Class Advisor left, the eyes of the 116 Class Monitors subconsciously turned to the Commanders they had drawn.

Lailisi looked at Qin Su, her voice trembling with suppressed excitement. "Commander, what should we do now?"

She no longer had to gossip about Qin Su from He Muzhi. From this moment on, they would see each other every day, and she and her friends would be at the forefront of the 'observation platform' just like He Muzhi.

The others remained silent, their gazes fixed intently on Qin Su, waiting quietly.

Upon hearing the words "Commander," Qin Su felt so embarrassed he wanted to tear off his vacation villa.

However, Qin Su did not suggest that Lailisi change her address. He needed to get used to it, and the students needed to call him that more often. This would help them psychologically accept his identity and make it easier to give orders in the future.

After Lailisi finished asking her questions, Qin Su stood up and gave his first order as Commander: "Class Monitor who drew the number 1, come with me."

"Good!"

OK!

Amidst the responses, Qin Su, under the watchful eyes of everyone, was the first to step out of the classroom.

In this way, Blumer won't have to look for another classroom. Since he doesn't really have any plans for today, it's better to give the space to Blumer, who obviously has plans, so as to save them the time of searching again.

Behind Qin Su followed a large group of Class Monitor who had chosen the number 1.

Soon only Blumer and the remaining 58 Class Monitor remained in the room.

Now that things have come to this, the Class Monitor, no matter how unwilling they were, could not change the situation and looked at Blumer.

Blumer: "Well, I have my own rhythm, so I won't follow suit."

"Hmm, it depends on your pace."

"You're the Commander, so naturally I'll listen to you."

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, all following Blumer's instructions.

They were all in the same group. Originally, there were 117 people in the group, but after Qiu Yongyan became the Class Monitor of Class 7), he also added him. They often chatted and had a general understanding of each other's personalities and abilities.

Blumer seems to be good at everything, but in reality, he has his own ideas and principles, and his abilities are not bad either. This is why he was able to get the most votes after Qin Su was excluded.

"Thank you all for your support. Now that Qin Su has left, let's not move. Let's talk here, shall we?"

As Qin Su's opponent in their Third Practical Exercise, Qin Su took the initiative to leave with his teammates, clearly not wanting him to know his plans. He had the same intention; if Qin Su hadn't left, he would have left on his own.

58 people responded in succession.

"Su Zhanghua..." Blumer called out the name and began making arrangements, "You are..."

--

Qin Su found a small, empty classroom, stood at the front with his back to the podium facing the class Class Monitors, and whispered to them, "Sit down."

During the brief intervals between the Class Monitor sitting down, Qin Su adjusted a piece of skin on his Optical Brain to be visible to everyone, right in front of them.

People rarely see Qin Su's Optical Brain skin, and once it is turned on, it attracts countless eyes.

They saw Qin Su create a group chat with 10,000 members, but none of them understood how Qin Su had mentally manipulated it. Each of them received a link on their Optical Brain.

Immediately afterwards, they heard Qin Su's icy voice. "Send this to your respective class groups and have your classmates click to enter."

Everyone nodded in agreement and invited their students to the group chat.

Qin Su was not only the Commander of 59 Classes, but also the Class Monitor of Class 6. He sent the link to the group and attached the text he had just read.

Everyone is on the same side, and it's easier to communicate in the same group.

Qin Su dared to make a move, no matter what it was, and the students in Class 6 dared to make a move. They were convinced that Qin Su would never cheat them, including Sophia Jeffrey and others who had been deliberately targeted by Qin Su with his "unpredictable mood".

Qin Su: "..."

In the actual battle, he showed them through his actions that they should never easily trust him. Who knew that the four of them would pick the answers so quickly, without a moment's hesitation.

Qin Su felt a sense of powerlessness, as if his efforts had been in vain, yet the reason they trusted him so much was himself.

Qin Su's feelings were complicated.

However, he doesn't intend to correct him. He's not the same person he used to be; his thoughts have changed, and naturally, his views on his classmates have changed as well. His classmates' current state is in his favor.

In less than a minute, 59 Classes, each with 400 to 500 students, had joined the group, and the number of people in the group almost instantly exceeded 25,000.

Among the nearly 30,000 people in the group, apart from Class 6), the first thing the other 58 classes did upon joining the group was to look up the group members.

Everyone was excited to see Qin Su at the top of the list.

Despite their excitement, many students tacitly restrained their emotions, refraining from speaking in the group chats containing Qin Su, to avoid Qin Su discovering their childish side, and instead running to their own class groups to scream.

In front of their idol, they need to be mature and composed, and emulate Qin Su.

I absolutely must not let Qin Su discover my erratic remarks.

[Has this good thing finally come to us? Class 6) is no longer the only one getting the chance (fireworks)]

[Ahhh, it's Qin Su! It's Qin Su!!]

[Class Monitor, I love you!]

[The Class Monitor is both skilled and lucky!]

[I'm two-faced, to be honest, I'm like that in front of Crush too (covers face and smiles bitterly)]

[Presenting your most perfect self to your idol, it really feels like you're acting.]

There was only a notification that someone had joined the group, but no one had spoken. Qin Su glanced at the number of people, closed his Optical Brain, and said to the 58 Class Monitor, "Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, each of you will lead your class's students to the H-281 Training Ground for daily training according to your class's own habits. I will give you another notification at nine o'clock in the morning."

Everyone had witnessed the self-disciplined extra training the Class of 26 of students had undergone for over a month, so Qin Su had no doubt that they would slack off.

"Take a good rest for the rest of the day. Dismissed."

The next month will be busy with many tasks and a tight schedule. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, everyone will not have any extra rest time except for weekends.

Qin Su also shared his words in the newly created large group.

Qin Su started the conversation, and the previously silent group instantly became active. People kept sending messages that sounded like "received." The group messages quickly reached 999+, and if you didn't think to pause, the speed at which the messages were being sent was too fast to see.

"Good."

"Yes!"

"Receive."

He deliberately chose an empty room to discuss such a simple matter. Although everyone was puzzled, they did not suspect anything, believing that Qin Su was keeping it a secret to prevent the opponent from knowing the plan before the training even began.

The crowd landed in response, and Qin Su nodded slightly to them before turning and striding away.

Once out of the 'Viewers's' sight, Qin Su sent a message to his Class Advisor.

According to the rules, during this month, the school will fulfill any requests that he and Blumer, as the Commander, make.

Zhang Minglang: "?"

After reading the text, Zhang Minglang was completely confused, not understanding Qin Su's requirements, but he did as instructed.

After watching Qin Su's figure disappear from sight, the dozens of people, who had been holding back their words, immediately started chatting, making all sorts of guesses.

"I suspect that the reason Qin Su didn't tell them the specific training plan was because our training plan wasn't suitable for Blumer and his team. Just like in the Second Practical Exercise, Qin Su clearly knew that the training content of Class 6) wasn't suitable for other classes, and refused to let us learn it. It's fortunate that we didn't learn it last time, otherwise we would have been completely unsuitable for the practical battle."

"No, no, no, I think you're wrong," Lailisi retorted. "When two teams are competing, the rules must be the same for it to be fair. In that case, Qin Su's method would also work for Blumer's team."

"That's right."

Why is that?

"I suspect that Brother Su is afraid that if we find out in advance, we'll have second thoughts."

"Couldn't Qin Su have simply given us the 'calm before the storm' so we could get some rest?"

Comic book Viewers and comic book characters seem to have the same thought process, so their guesses are pretty much correct.

Qin Su: "..."

Wrong, all wrong.

He only found out today which classes belonged to his camp, and he hadn't yet made a complete plan based on the talents in each class.

Feeling guilty.

In this situation, the more he says, the more mistakes he'll make. He might accidentally ruin his future by saying something wrong, so it's better to keep it mysterious and let everyone have room for their own imagination.

--

Back in his dorm, Qin Su took a shower, spent a minute drying his hair, took out several bottles of different flavored nutrient solutions from the wall-mounted refrigerator, placed them on the table, and pulled out a chair to sit down.

The chair automatically adjusts to the most suitable posture and spacing based on height and body type, ensuring no injury. Qin Su had already retrieved the list of outstanding students in various aspects from the 118 classes that he had prepared beforehand.

Using technical filtering, Qin Su rearranged the members of his camp by class, and opened several new pages to begin editing.

Time passed by, and before Qin Su knew it, only one bottle of nutrient solution remained on his desk.

Originally, only a few pages of the interface were open, but now, looking around the entire dormitory, Qin Su saw layers upon layers of different skins covering everything.

Qin Su swallowed the blueberry-flavored nutrient solution, glanced at the time, and realized it was 5 a. m. in the Comic World, Optical Brain mother was still awake.

Qin Su: "..."

He was the same.

Forced self-discipline is also a form of self-discipline.

'Finally finished.'

Qin Su got up from his chair and moved to a back position, carefully checking for any omissions and errors from beginning to end while stretching his limbs.

During the planning process, he would get up and walk around the dormitory every two hours, taking the opportunity to clear his mind and rest between physical activities. Now, when he gets up from the chair, he doesn't feel very tired.

After prolonged mental activity, Qin Su felt as if a fly had entered his mind, buzzing and flapping its wings wildly, making him feel like it was about to explode.

An hour and a half passed, and Qin Su, suppressing the nausea he felt, saved and closed each of the pages he had checked.

It was 6:30 in the morning. In the half hour that followed, Qin Su washed up again, picked up his clothes from the tray in front of the robot and put them on. Before leaving the dormitory, Qin Su activated the dormitory's self-cleaning mode and quickly boarded the Train.

Not wanting to use his brain anymore, Qin Su's mind went completely blank as he took a shower, temporarily becoming truly indifferent to everything around him, relying solely on his instincts.

At 6:50 a. m., Qin Su arrived at the H-281 Training Ground.

The students from the 58 classes other than Class 6 did not forget that Qin Su was not only their Commander but also the class Class Monitor Class 6, indicating that Qin Su was very likely to appear at the training ground at 7 o'clock to train Class 6.

Although Qin Su had asked their respective Class Monitor to lead them in early morning training without expressing any intention to personally lead them, most of them were still so excited that they arrived at the training ground early in the morning. Unexpectedly, they encountered Qin Su, who had arrived at the training ground early as well.

"The perk of arriving early! But I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like Brother Su is even harder to approach today."

"Who cares? I never intended to get close anyway. As long as I can see it, that's enough. The old saying is true: the early bird catches the worm."

"So what do you think about the early bird getting eaten by the bird?"

"You're just being argumentative, trying to settle personal scores by bringing up boxing again."

The chattering of students from different classes reached Qin Su's ears. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw them moving closer to him, but they always maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

In less than three minutes, Qin Su found himself surrounded by a sea of people.

Compared to yesterday, he now remains calm even when surrounded, having spent several hours making plans. He continues to clear his mind, his expression and body still numb, seizing every second to rest.

Look, look all you want. Today he is fearless and has no worries about revealing the slightest flaw.

The sense of accomplishment made Qin Su feel much better, as his throbbing head suddenly felt much better.

At 7:00 a. m., no matter how reluctant the students were, they quickly returned to their respective class lines and began their two-hour morning training session according to the instructions of their Class Monitor.

Qin Su secretly took a deep breath, instantly gathering his scattered thoughts. His indifferent pupils cleared in an instant, and the figures of the students, who had been blurred in his retina, became clear.

If he could, he would rather do ten physical labor sessions than engage in such a short period of intense mental labor.

Mental torment is far more likely to make him irritable than physical torment.

After calming down, Qin Su led Class 6) in morning training.

(Class 6 didn't know why, but they felt that Qin Su was colder than usual today, which made them feel inexplicably scared, even though... Qin Su's tone of voice was no different from usual.

At exactly 9:00 AM, after all classes finished their morning training, Qin Su sent a message in the group chat right on time:

[Ten-minute break.]

That was just a short sentence; nothing more was said.

The Optical Brain received the notification, and after everyone checked it, their gazes turned to Qin Su's location.

Cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

'How strange. We clearly know that Qin Su is kind to us, yet we still dare not even think of getting close. Why?'

'Between Qin Su and everyone here, including He Muzhi, it seems there will always be an insurmountable distance between us...'

I understand the feeling of alienation.

[A superior's gaze sweeps over, seemingly oblivious to when they will withdraw their attention.]

[Of course it's because Qin Su hasn't opened up to you. He disdains you, and you can't get into his heart, you bunch of fools.]

Too lazy to manage his pupil size, Qin Su concealed his true emotions by lowering his eyes and silently replied to the comments floating in the upper left corner:

No, there's no sense of alienation. There's a real distance between him and everyone here that few people can bridge.

Even if he could exploit a spatial bug to transport people to his world, he absolutely cannot do that. The persona he cultivates in this world prevents him from ever revealing his true self; handing over his weaknesses to others would be tantamount to digging his own grave.

In the future, the indigenous people may ask him about themselves, and his answers to them will most likely be a mixture of truth and lies.

The look in Qin Su's eyes grew increasingly deep and mysterious.

"What's Commander Qin thinking? Why does it feel colder and colder?"

"Aren't you satisfied with our morning training just now?"

"I don't know. Just be careful from now on and don't do anything bad."

When the time came, Qin Su quickly composed himself, suppressing the complex emotions in his heart. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he silently regained his composure, put on his mask, and said, "Come with me."

Qin Su didn't tell anyone where they were going, and no one asked. Hearing Qin Su's cold voice, they followed him without thinking, led by their Class Monitor, their minds filled with excitement at finally getting a glimpse of the training plan.

Soon, Qin Su led the students to a classroom that was covered by square partitions on all sides.

Like a single interrogation room, once inside, students cannot see each other.

What's going on?

Just as a similar thought crossed their minds, nearly 30,000 people received a unique serial number sent by Qin Su on their Optical Brain.

At the same time, a map path appeared between their Optical Brain and their numbered locations, making their already confused minds even more bewildered.

Upon seeing the final product, Qin Su Optical Brain the message "Thank you, teacher" to the Class Advisor via his personal terminal. He then walked to the front of the classroom, connected to the Indoor Official Blog via his Optical Brain, and addressed the bewildered students who had entered. "Dear students, please take your seats according to your assigned numbers within five minutes."

As the comments scrolled by, the students quickly went to their positions as instructed by Qin Su.

In the past, everyone sat either in tiered seats or on the ground, so they could see each other. Now, as soon as they sat in their assigned seats, they found themselves 'isolated' and felt a surge of tension.

[?]

[I don't know why, but it feels so familiar]

[Could it be... we have to take an exam?]

[In this situation, it's a bit much, but shouldn't insect extermination training focus on combat skills?]

Qin Su silently gave a thumbs-up to the comments about 'exam' in his mind.

You guessed right, he really wants to take the exam.

Currently, apart from the school, none of the students know what kind of insects they will face in their Third Practical Exercise.

It could be one kind, or it could be countless kinds.

Given the uncertainty and the fact that it concerns countless students, many of whom he might need in the future, Qin Su decided against infiltrating and instead chose to 'take them all'.

The teachers in each class taught the Zerg very well, and since there was no written test data, Qin Su was unsure how well the students in each class had learned.

He needs to conduct a unified assessment to understand the students' grasp of Zerg knowledge in each class, identify any gaps, and fill in the gaps. Even if it's not useful in this practical application, it might be useful in the future.

When the time came, the students, filled with curiosity, received another link on their Optical Brain.

Qin Su's commanding voice echoed throughout the classroom and overhead, "Click the link and begin answering the questions. You have three hours to complete the questions."