Are You a Devil?

"..."

Including Zuo Haoran, everyone was dumbfounded.

In the dead silence, the homeroom teacher entered the classroom with a beaming face.

"Students, let's pause morning self-study for a moment. I want to properly praise Chu Feixiong from our class. Not only are his grades good, but he also has a strong sense of honor for the class collective!"

He stepped onto the podium, tipped back his neck, and gulped down a mouthful of tea from a transparent glass bottle. After chewing the tea leaves twice, he finally sensed that something was off. "Class monitor, what's going on?"

It felt as though Zuo Haoran had a rotten egg lodged in his throat. He could neither spit it out nor swallow it.

Meng Chao stood up and lowered his head. "Teacher Wang, I made a mistake. Scold me."

"Meng Chao, what have you done this time?" The homeroom teacher was suspicious.

Chu Feixiong had just told him that Meng Chao had recently worked hard to improve himself and had a very good attitude toward studying. He had been quite pleased. What kind of trouble was this now?

"It's like this. Didn't I encourage Chu Feixiong to form a study group yesterday? I originally thought it would be a good thing, letting the whole class improve together."

Meng Chao said awkwardly, "But after school, Chu Feixiong came to me and said this Super Raging Bull Force was too advanced. Even he himself only understood it halfway. What if he taught everyone astray and delayed their National College Entrance Examination? How could he possibly compensate for that?

"He only agreed in a rush of excitement. After calming down and seeing the matter getting bigger and bigger, he's an honest kid, so the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He asked whether I had a way to call it off."

The homeroom teacher and the students were all listening intently. "Mm, and then?"

"I thought so too. If we really misled people, even slaughtering the two of us wouldn't be enough to pay for it. So I came up with a rotten idea and pretended that the Super Raging Bull Force came from the Deep Web—I took a fall over that last year, didn't I? That's what made me think of it."

Meng Chao looked as though he wanted to cry but had no tears. "Fei Xiong is so honest that he actually believed my nonsense and really told some classmates that. Then, some turtle bastard, some thousand-cut, bullet-riddled wretch with sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet, who eats human food but doesn't shit like a human, who digs up childless graves and kicks widows' doors, a creature doomed to die without descendants, leaked the matter!"

So that was what had happened. The students suddenly understood.

For a moment, countless complicated gazes fell upon Zuo Haoran.

Zuo Haoran's handsome face turned red, then green, green to white, white to black, as though he had been poisoned.

The homeroom teacher coughed hard. "Student Meng Chao, manners. Watch your manners."

"I'm sorry. I was simply too remorseful and too angry, which was why I uttered such crude words. As everyone knows, I'm normally refined and courteous."

Biting his lip, Meng Chao asked with thirty percent hope and seventy percent sobbing in his voice, "Teacher Wang, there's nothing wrong with this Super Raging Bull Force?"

"Of course there's nothing wrong with it!"

The homeroom teacher cleared his throat, his face glowing red. "Did everyone hear that? It was all a misunderstanding! Chu Feixiong's Super Raging Bull Force is absolutely not some crooked cultivation art from the Deep Web. It is an upright and balanced, step-by-step, extremely orthodox basic force-generating method. So long as you practice under a teacher's guidance, everyone can cultivate it without worry!"

The homeroom teacher was riding high on the spring breeze, and his voice was far louder than usual.

After being scolded by the dean of students last night, he had asked several boarding students about it. There really was a Super Raging Bull Force that could instantly increase one's strength by several percentage points. At first hearing, it definitely did not sound like anything good.

He had been so anxious that he had not slept a wink all night.

The National College Entrance Examination was now becoming increasingly strict in its control of banned drugs and crooked cultivation arts.

If this sort of thing was not stopped in time and serious consequences resulted, forget being a homeroom teacher—he would not even get to remain a teacher.

Calling Chu Feixiong in that morning, he truly had intended to scold him harshly and then order him to disband the study group.

Who could have expected that Chu Feixiong would demonstrate the Super Raging Bull Force once and blind the homeroom teacher's eyes on the spot.

No one understood the value of this basic force-generating method better than a senior-year homeroom teacher.

In terms of combat power, the homeroom teacher might not compare to monster hunters who walked the Deep in the Mist all year round.

But in terms of teaching standards and the eye for analyzing basic cultivation arts, many Transcendents were not even a match for him, a seasoned educator!

The homeroom teacher immediately realized that he had stumbled upon treasure.

Especially after watching Chu Feixiong practice it a few times, he vaguely gained some insight himself. Even his own strength was stirring eagerly, ready to burst forth from his bloodline.

The homeroom teacher was astonished and overjoyed.

If Chu Feixiong was willing to share such a formidable force-generating method with the entire class, how much would Class 6's average National College Entrance Examination score increase?

Scores, scores, scores—they were not only the students' lifeblood, but the teachers' lifeblood too.

There were eight senior-year classes at Ninth High School. Setting aside the two Rocket Classes, among the remaining six Parallel Classes, which one was not holding back its strength and itching for a contest?

If Class 6 could stand alone at the top, hehe, promotion, a raise, marrying a fair, rich beauty, and reaching the pinnacle of life...

The ambitious homeroom teacher decided on the spot that he would firmly stand by his own student. Even if he had to lock horns with the dean of students, he would not hesitate.

"So that's how it is."

After hearing the homeroom teacher's explanation, Meng Chao finally let out a long breath. Patting his chest, he smiled. "Good, good. The rain has passed and the sky has cleared. Wait, things have become so awkward. I wonder whether Fei Xiong is still willing to teach us?"

His face scrunched up again.

The students' hearts tightened as well.

"Fei Xiong, just now everyone believed slander and didn't trust you. They wanted to withdraw from the study group. After being wronged by us like this, aren't you feeling terribly aggrieved? Maybe even disheartened enough that you don't want to teach us anymore?" Meng Chao stared at Chu Feixiong.

Chu Feixiong was still confused. "Huh?"

The students were confused too. They had only hesitated just now; they had never said they wanted to withdraw!

"I know you're an honest person, but honest people are the most likely to burrow into a dead end. You must be very angry right now. You're only holding it in because of appearances and don't want to make a scene, right?" Meng Chao blinked frantically.

"I..."

Big White Bear scratched his head. "I hadn't reacted just now, but now that I think about it, I am a little aggrieved."

"Student Chu Feixiong!"

The homeroom teacher was horrified. The soap bubbles of promotion, a raise, marrying a fair, rich beauty, and reaching the pinnacle of life burst one after another in his mind.

The students, meanwhile, glared furiously at Zuo Haoran.

Damn it, it was this pretty-boy. First "crooked cultivation art," then "National College Entrance Examination cheating," acting as if he had all the evidence, leading them straight into a ditch.

Thinking about it carefully, Meng Chao's analysis was completely right. He must have been the one who reported it. What the hell was this guy?

Zuo Haoran stood there like a wooden chicken, unable to defend himself with a hundred mouths—though it was not as if he had been falsely accused.

"Teacher Wang, we should still find a way to soothe Chu Feixiong's wounded heart."

Meng Chao said seriously, "Otherwise, if he feels awkward and leaves out something crucial while teaching, and everyone fails to learn the real thing, what then?"

The students sucked in a cold breath.

That was right. When it came to passing on knowledge, teaching skills, and resolving doubts, whether someone was serious or not made an enormous difference. Only Chu Feixiong knew the Super Raging Bull Force. If he withheld even one move or half a technique, who would know?

At once, the students hated Zuo Haoran so much their teeth itched.

The homeroom teacher immediately said, "Student Chu Feixiong, you've made such a great contribution to the class collective. Everyone, including me, is deeply grateful to you!"

"Teacher Wang, gratitude alone isn't enough. I think there should be material incentives too. Chu Feixiong is thin-skinned and embarrassed to ask, so since I made such a huge mistake, I'll shamelessly ask for him—if this is going to be promoted publicly, then it's no longer merely a student's own matter. Doesn't the school have any rewards? Something like allocating more cultivation resources?" Meng Chao fixed his eyes on the homeroom teacher.

By now, he did not have the ordinary high school student's fear of the homeroom teacher.

They were more like negotiating opponents in the business world—fair trade and mutual benefit!

The homeroom teacher's expression became awkward.

If the Super Raging Bull Force could be spread throughout the entire school, the school naturally would not be stingy with rewards.

But he wanted to monopolize the top spot, at least for this National College Entrance Examination, and bring Class 6 to prominence first.

Since he did not want the other classes to know, it would be impossible to obtain any additional resource allocation from the school.

"I heard the school already allocates extra cultivation resources to every class as compensation for the time and energy class officers expend managing the class. If Chu Feixiong is going to endure his grievance and teach everyone the Super Raging Bull Force, the time and energy he wastes will only be greater than that of ordinary class officers. Wouldn't it be perfectly reasonable to shift some resources over from there?" Meng Chao's eyes lit up, as though he had casually thought of a solution.

The students began discussing among themselves.

The school did give every class a pool of additional resources, but not every class officer received them. According to the rules, only the class monitor did.

The class monitor was usually the strongest person in the class. The rules were open and transparent. Whoever was unconvinced could challenge the class monitor and settle it with their fists. No one had any objections.

The homeroom teacher frowned deeply.

The dean of students' intention in placing his own nephew in Class 6 was obvious. Although he was not afraid, he did not want to offend someone so directly.

"Teacher Wang, don't let yourself be troubled by imaginary worries. In another class, they might fight until their heads were bloodied over this tiny bit of cultivation resources, but our class definitely won't."

Meng Chao said, "Our class monitor is warmhearted, has a strong sense of honor for the class collective, and cares deeply about everyone. For the welfare of the entire class, never mind all of it—he would definitely hand over at least half his cultivation resources without the slightest hesitation, right, Class Monitor?"

Zuo Haoran stammered, unable to say a word.

The students could not help snickering, and the classroom filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Wang Tao, do you think the class monitor would hesitate?" Meng Chao turned to the chubby boy.

The chubby boy gave a few cold snorts.

"Gu Fang, you tell us. What kind of person is our class monitor?" Meng Chao asked the prettiest girl in the class.

Among the memory fragments, during a high school reunion, Gu Fang had been the most ravenously eager to throw herself at Zuo Haoran. When drunk, she had even admitted that she and Zuo Haoran had shared an ambiguous relationship in high school.

Gu Fang's face reddened. Lowering her head, she said, "The class monitor isn't a stingy person."

"See? Our classmates' eyes are bright as snow." Meng Chao looked at the homeroom teacher, then stared at the class monitor again.

His gaze was like a whistling arrow. In an instant, every student's gaze turned into heart-piercing arrows. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—ten thousand arrows flew at once, shooting the class monitor full of holes.

Zuo Haoran discovered that even Gu Fang was looking at him with a complicated expression. His mind buzzed. Slamming his hand on the desk, he said, "Teacher Wang, so long as it benefits the class collective, I have no complaints whatsoever!"

On the surface, he was righteousness incarnate, but inwardly, his heart was bleeding. If he had known, he would not have run his mouth and provoked Meng Chao. In just a few sentences, half the cultivation resources his uncle had painstakingly secured for him had been taken away.

This Meng Chao was simply a devil!