Are You a Devil?

"……"

Including Zuo Haoran, everyone was dumbfounded.

In the silence, the head teacher walked into the classroom with a beaming smile.

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

He walked to the podium, raised his neck and took a big gulp of tea from the transparent glass bottle, chewed two mouthfuls of tea leaves, and finally noticed something strange, "Class monitor, what's the situation?"

Zuo Haoran felt like a rotten egg was stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it.

Meng Chao stood up and said with his head down, "Teacher Wang, I made a mistake, please scold me."

"Meng Chao, what's wrong with you again?" The head teacher was suspicious.

He had heard Chu Feixiong say that Meng Chao had been working hard recently and had a good attitude towards learning. He was quite happy, so what was going on now?

"It's like this, didn't I instigate Chu Feixiong to start a study group yesterday, originally thinking it was a good thing for the whole class to improve together."

Meng Chao said embarrassedly, "But after school, Chu Feixiong came to me and said that this set of Super Raging Bull Force is too high-end, and he himself only understands it vaguely. If he teaches everyone wrong and delays the college entrance examination, how can he afford it?

"He only agreed on impulse. After calming down, he saw that things were getting bigger and bigger. He is an honest child, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, so he asked me if there was any way to stop it."

The head teacher and the students listened attentively: "Yes, and then?"

"I thought so too. If we really mislead others, we wouldn't be able to compensate even if we were both killed. So I came up with a bad idea, pretending that the Super Raging Bull Force came from the Deep Web—didn't I suffer a loss last year? That's what I thought of."

Meng Chao wanted to cry but had no tears, "Feixiong is honest, he actually believed my nonsense and really told some classmates that. As a result, I don't know which bastard, a thousand cuts, shot to death, sores on his head and pus flowing from his feet, eating human food but not shitting human waste, digging up graves and kicking widows' doors, a son-of-a-bitch, leaked the matter out!"

So that's how it is, the students suddenly understood.

For a time, complex gazes fell on Zuo Haoran.

Zuo Haoran's handsome face turned red and then green, then white, then black, like he was poisoned.

The head teacher coughed hard: "Student Meng Chao, manners, pay attention to manners."

"I'm sorry, I was too self-blaming and too angry to use vulgar language. As everyone knows, I am usually gentle and refined."

Meng Chao bit his lip, with three parts hope and seven parts crying, "Teacher Wang, is there no problem with this set of Super Raging Bull Force?"

"Of course there's no problem!"

The head teacher cleared his throat and said with a radiant face, "Everyone heard that, it's all a misunderstanding! Chu Feixiong's set of Super Raging Bull Force is definitely not an evil cultivation method from the Deep Web, but a moderate and peaceful, step-by-step, very authentic basic power exertion method. As long as it is under the guidance of the teacher, everyone can practice with confidence!"

The head teacher was smug, and his voice was much louder than usual.

After being scolded by the director of education last night, he asked a few boarding students, and there really was a set of Super Raging Bull Force that could instantly increase strength by several percentage points. It didn't sound like a good thing.

He was so anxious that he didn't close his eyes all night.

Now the control of prohibited drugs and evil cultivation methods is becoming more and more strict in the college entrance examination.

If this kind of thing is not stopped in time and causes serious consequences, don't even think about being a teacher, let alone a head teacher.

Calling Chu Feixiong in the morning was indeed to scold him severely and order him to disband the study group.

Unexpectedly, Chu Feixiong performed the Super Raging Bull Force once and blinded the form teacher on the spot.

No one understands the value of this basic power exertion method better than a senior high school form teacher.

In terms of combat power, the form teacher may not be as good as the monster hunters who travel in the depths of the mist all year round.

But in terms of teaching level and the insight to analyze basic cultivation methods, many Superhumans are not as good as him, an experienced educator!

The form teacher immediately realized that he had found a treasure.

Especially after watching Chu Feixiong practice it a few times, he vaguely understood something, and his own strength was eager to burst out from his blood.

The form teacher was shocked and overjoyed.

Chu Feixiong is willing to share such a powerful power exertion method with all the students in the class. How much will the average score of Class 6 increase in the college entrance examination?

Scores, scores, scores are not only the lifeblood of students, but also the lifeblood of teachers.

Among the eight senior high school classes in Ninth High School, not to mention the two Rocket Classes, which of the remaining six Parallel Classes is not trying to compete with each other?

If Class 6 can take the lead, hehe, promotion, salary increase, marrying a rich and beautiful woman, reaching the peak of life...

The ambitious form teacher decided on the spot to firmly stand on the side of his own students, even if it meant going against the director of studies.

"So that's how it is."

After listening to the form teacher's explanation, Meng Chao finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and smiled, "That's good, that's good, the storm has passed. Wait, things have become so stiff, I wonder if Feixiong is still willing to teach us?"

His face wrinkled again.

The students also felt a sense of tension in their hearts.

"Feixiong, everyone mistakenly believed in slander just now and didn't believe in you, wanting to withdraw from the study group. You were wronged by us like this, are you feeling very aggrieved, even disheartened, and don't want to teach us anymore?" Meng Chao stared at Chu Feixiong and said.

Chu Feixiong was still in a daze: "Huh?"

The students were also stunned. They were just hesitant just now and didn't say they wanted to withdraw!

"I know, you are an honest person, but honest people are most likely to get into a dead end. You must be very angry now, but you are just embarrassed to express it, right?" Meng Chao blinked desperately.

"I..."

The big white bear scratched his head, "I didn't react just now, but now that I think about it, I am a little aggrieved."

"Student Chu Feixiong!"

The form teacher was shocked. The soap bubbles of promotion, salary increase, marrying a rich and beautiful woman, and reaching the peak of life shattered in his mind one by one.

The students glared at Zuo Haoran.

Damn it, it was this pretty boy who kept saying "evil cultivation method" and "cheating on the college entrance examination" with a serious look, leading them astray.

Thinking about it carefully, Meng Chao's analysis was correct. He must have reported it. What is this guy!

Zuo Haoran was dumbfounded and couldn't defend himself—of course, he wasn't wronged either.

"Teacher Wang, we still have to find a way to comfort Chu Feixiong's injured heart."

Meng Chao said seriously, "Otherwise, if he feels uncomfortable, he might omit some key points when teaching, and everyone won't be able to learn the real stuff, what should we do?"

The students gasped.

Indeed, there's a big difference in how seriously someone takes the task of imparting knowledge, teaching skills, and resolving doubts. Only Chu Feixiong knew the Super Raging Bull Force. If he held back a move or two, who would know?

Instantly, the students' hatred for Zuo Haoran intensified.

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

"Teacher Wang, mere gratitude isn't enough. I think there should be some material incentives. Chu Feixiong is shy and embarrassed to ask, but since I've made such a big mistake, I'll be shameless and ask on his behalf—since it's going to be publicly promoted, it's no longer just a student's own business. Does the school have any rewards, like leaning cultivation resources towards him?" Meng Chao stared at the form teacher.

He no longer had the fear of the form teacher that ordinary high school students had.

They were more like negotiating opponents in the business world, engaging in fair transactions for mutual benefit!

The form teacher's expression became unnatural.

If the Super Raging Bull Force could be rolled out across the school, the school would certainly not be stingy with rewards.

But he was determined to take the lead, at least to bring Class 6 to the forefront in this college entrance examination.

Since he didn't want other classes to know, it was impossible to get resource leaning from the school.

"I heard that the school originally allocated extra cultivation resources to each class to compensate the class cadres for the time and energy they spend managing the class. If Chu Feixiong really has to endure grievances and teach everyone the Super Raging Bull Force, the time and energy he wastes will only be more than ordinary class cadres. Wouldn't it be reasonable to allocate a portion of resources from here?" Meng Chao's eyes lit up, as if he had inadvertently thought of a solution.

The students discussed animatedly.

The school did give each class an extra sum of resources, but not every class cadre received them. According to the rules, it was only given to the class monitor.

The class monitor was usually the strongest in the class. The rules were open and transparent. If anyone was not convinced, they could challenge the class monitor and speak with their fists. No one had any objections.

The form teacher frowned.

The meaning of the director of studies putting his nephew in Class 6 was self-evident. Although he was not afraid, he did not want to offend anyone like this.

"Teacher Wang, don't worry unnecessarily. If it were another class, they might fight tooth and nail for these cultivation resources, but our class certainly won't."

Meng Chao said, "Our class monitor is warm-hearted, has a strong sense of class honor, and cares about everyone. For the benefit of all the students in the class, not to mention all of them, he will definitely take out at least half of the cultivation resources without hesitation, right, class monitor?"

Zuo Haoran stammered and couldn't speak.

The students couldn't help but snicker, and the classroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Wang Tao, do you think the class monitor will hesitate?" Meng Chao turned to the little fatty.

The little fatty snorted a few times.

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

In the fragments of memory, when the high school classmates reunited, Gu Fang was the most eager to pounce on Zuo Haoran. When she was drunk, she frankly said that she had an ambiguous relationship with Zuo Haoran in high school.

Gu Fang blushed and said with her head lowered, "The class monitor is not a stingy person."

"Look, the students' eyes are discerning." Meng Chao looked at the form teacher and then stared at the class monitor.

His gaze was like a whistling arrow. Instantly, all the students' eyes turned into heart-piercing arrows, shua shua shua shua, a volley of arrows, shooting the class monitor full of holes.

Zuo Haoran found that even Gu Fang was looking at him with complicated eyes. His mind buzzed, and he slammed the table: "Teacher Wang, as long as it's beneficial to the class, I have no complaints!"

On the surface, he was righteous and awe-inspiring, but in his heart, he was bleeding. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have been so cheap-mouthed and provoked Meng Chao. In just a few words, half of the cultivation resources that his uncle had worked so hard to get for him were ruined.

This Meng Chao, he's simply a devil!