Cheng Han Became a Big Shot

At 7:20 in the morning.

Cheng Han arrived at school.

Twenty minutes earlier than usual.

According to Class 2's rules, the entire class was divided into nine groups that took turns cleaning every morning. Today happened to be the turn of his fourth group.

When Cheng Han reached the classroom door, two boys were just carrying out a trash bin.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, and the boys proactively stepped aside.

One of them even gave him a flattering smile.

Cheng Han nodded in greeting. "Morning."

The two boys replied with flattered surprise, "Good morning!"

Cheng Han's expression remained calm, though he felt rather strange inside.

He understood that this was surely the aftermath of yesterday's blade strike that killed the Grass Hound. In the eyes of the entire class, he had become an undisputed Powerhouse.

In short, his status had risen enormously.

Cheng Han entered the classroom, put down his schoolbag, picked up a broom, and began sweeping the dust from the floor.

When several early-arriving students saw that he was about to sweep their way, they hurriedly stood up from their seats and voluntarily moved their chairs aside to make it easier for him to clean.

After Cheng Han finished sweeping, they even politely said, "Thank you."

Without exception.

Their attitude was very much like little lackeys paying respects to a big shot.

Cheng Han did not put on airs and amiably replied, "No need to be so polite."

All of this was merely the sort of small detail ordinary people would not notice.

Yet those details revealed something of human nature.

Three minutes before class.

As usual, homeroom teacher Yan Dongshan entered the classroom early.

The entire class quieted down.

Cheng Han also put down the Lotus Leaf Cake in his hand.

Naturally, it was food routinely fed to him by the little girl.

Yan Dongshan cleared his throat and said, "Students, I have something to announce. Fang Han has taken a long leave and will not be coming to school again."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked as though they had expected it.

Fang Han had now become the school's biggest joke. If he dared set foot on campus again, the strange looks from others alone would be enough to drive him mad.

Yan Dongshan continued, "Fang Han previously served as the Class Inspector. Since he has left, this position must be reassigned."

The so-called Class Inspector was primarily responsible for supervising the conduct and discipline of the whole class, and possessed considerable authority.

For example, during daily cleaning, the inspector did not need to do the work personally and was only responsible for inspection. If anything was found unsatisfactory, the inspector could demand that it be redone.

Thus, in the eyes of the students, this was a position of great power second only to the Class Monitor.

Yan Dongshan swept his gaze around the room, then directly called out a name. "Cheng Han, you will serve as the next Class Inspector."

Cheng Han stood up and answered, "All right."

Yan Dongshan beamed. "I believe student Cheng Han will certainly become an outstanding Class Inspector."

After saying that, he took the initiative to clap.

Clap! Clap!

As though this were a signal, the entire class began applauding.

Quite a few gazes were filled with envy.

Not only did the inspector possess substantial authority, they also received a scholarship from the school every year. Every student coveted the position.

Cheng Han once again felt deeply moved.

He had merely revealed a little of a Powerhouse's potential, yet he immediately received goodwill and respect from others. Even the homeroom teacher was no exception.

Qian Qingqing smiled brightly. "Cheng Han, please look after me from now on."

Cheng Han returned her smile. "Of course!"

Wen Jie secretly glanced at Cheng Han's back and felt deeply regretful over the offensive things he had said to him before.

What if Cheng Han caught something on him later and used it as an excuse to retaliate? For a time, the Youth was consumed with worry and nearly wished he could transfer to another middle school.

On the ninth day of every ten-day period, Fifteen Middle School held a Grand Assembly Drill. It was usually scheduled before lunch and lasted half an hour.

The Grand Assembly Drill was somewhat similar to the radio calisthenics of his previous life, though its actual content was different.

Today was the day of the Grand Assembly Drill.

One of the Class Inspector's responsibilities was to lead everyone to the field, report to the supervising teacher, then monitor and record the students' performance.

For Cheng Han, this was an excellent opportunity to observe students from other classes.

Sitting in the classroom, it was impossible to see anyone's physique.

But in an open area, their heights and builds would be obvious at a glance.

The inspector bore the duty of supervision and needed to stand behind the students, making this the perfect vantage point.

"Ding-ling~"

The dismissal bell rang.

Cheng Han stood up and said loudly, "Everyone, assemble in front of the teaching building immediately. If you need to use the restroom, take care of it quickly. If there is an emergency, come directly to me."

As he spoke, he silently connected with the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame. His voice acquired a strange quality that made people feel warm and unconsciously obey his words.

The students immediately began moving.

Cheng Han looked around, his gaze passing over a short boy named Yan Hong before pausing briefly.

The boy was thin and frail, his face somewhat pale, while his lips carried a faint bluish tint.

Cheng Han frowned and silently said, Deduction.

A moment later, a stream of information flashed through his mind.

The result showed that if Yan Hong participated in the Grand Assembly Drill, he would faint in ten minutes, temporarily interrupting the drill and causing Class 2 to lose ten points.

Cheng Han strode over and asked, "Yan Hong, where do you feel unwell?"

Yan Hong froze for a moment. His lips moved a few times, but he said nothing.

Cheng Han asked directly, "Do you feel palpitations and shortness of breath? Cold sweat on your back? A burning pain in your stomach from time to time?"

This was precisely the information provided by the Eye of Omniscience.

Yan Hong nodded with a look of astonishment.

Cheng Han pressed a hand on the other boy's shoulder and said with concern, "You don't need to attend the Grand Assembly Drill today. I'll request leave for you."

He turned his head and shouted, "Wan Tengjiao, Yan Hong isn't feeling well. I suspect he has acute gastritis. Can you take him to the Infirmary?"

Wan Tengjiao was Class 2's Class Monitor, and Cheng Han had his own considerations for asking her to handle this.

Yan Hong was rather timid by nature, while the Short-Haired Girl was capable and efficient. Having her take him for treatment would avoid a great deal of trouble.

Wan Tengjiao stopped and readily agreed, "All right! I'll go right away!"

Several nearby students looked over.

Cheng Han urged them, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and come with me to the field."

That small frown carried an imposing air without anger. The students did not dare delay and quickly left the classroom.

Five minutes later.

All forty-five students of the class entered the field in neat formation.

Cheng Han held a flag and walked steadily at the front, without the slightest trace of nervousness on his face.

As he passed the Rostrum, he called out clearly, "Report! One student from Class 2 Grade 3 is ill, and one is accompanying him. Two are absent in total. The remaining forty-five are all present."

His voice was firm and powerful, and his enunciation exceptionally clear, allowing the dozen or so teachers on the Rostrum to hear every word.

This confident and composed performance was nothing like that of a newcomer serving as inspector on his first day. He seemed more like a seasoned veteran with hundreds of experiences leading a team.

Quite a few students thought of Fang Han, who had been forced to drop out, and silently compared the two. All of them felt that Cheng Han's performance was far superior.