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A large group of people held out until noon, each letting out a huge sigh of relief. Ignoring their exhausted bodies and trembling legs, they went off to eat in high spirits. Finally, they could rest for a while.

By the time everyone returned from the cafeteria one after another, they found Zhang Song waiting in the classroom early, with piles of medicine packets stacked behind him.

"He Zhao, hand one out to each person."

Sure enough, nothing good came from being class monitor. Whenever the homeroom teacher had the slightest matter to deal with, he would definitely call on him to help.

In front of every student's cushion in the Pure Cultivation Class stood a large wooden barrel steaming with heat. From the ceiling above each barrel hung a cloth curtain, meant to shield the body and prevent any accidental exposure. After all, there were female students in the class.

"Come get them yourselves."

Hearing this, the students immediately lined up obediently and took their own medicine packets one by one.

After the matter of handing out Tribute Rice that morning, they understood that once the new homeroom teacher delegated authority to their class monitor, the monitor's words became unquestionable authority. The dark-skinned current homeroom teacher definitely would not interfere.

"Yours."

Someone surnamed Zhang took out a packet, clearly a size larger than the medicine packets in the other students' hands, and handed it to Ruthless He Zhao, who had stepped forward to receive his.

Was such open and blatant special treatment really good for maintaining class harmony?

"Soak the medicine packet in the wooden barrel. After five minutes, you may bathe. There is one thing I need to warn you about: at the very least, soak for one hour. Anyone who soaks for less than sixty minutes will