Cheng Han Could Eat Even More Than I Imagined

Half an hour later, the Grand Assembly Drill ended.

Unlike the other students, Cheng Han did not hurry to the Canteen. Instead, he first went to the Infirmary.

As soon as he reached the entrance, he spotted Wan Tengjiao.

The short-haired girl sat upright in a chair, her back straight and her hands resting flat at her waist. It was obvious that she was practicing her breathing technique.

It had to be said that this girl was indeed quite diligent when it came to cultivation.

A single bed stood nearby, and Yan Hong lay motionless upon it with his eyes tightly shut.

Hearing the footsteps, Wan Tengjiao opened her eyes and greeted him. "So it's you."

Cheng Han glanced at Yan Hong and asked, "How is he?"

Wan Tengjiao quickly replied, "The school doctor examined Yan Hong just now. He really does have acute gastritis, so your earlier judgment was correct. Seeing how badly he was hurting, the doctor gave him some Sleep Aid Soup. He's asleep now. The doctor went out to buy herbs and probably won't be back for another half hour."

Cheng Han nodded lightly.

Perhaps because this world possessed Source Energy, the effects of its various herbs were unbelievably potent. Most common illnesses could be easily cured with only a few doses of medicine.

Wan Tengjiao praised him again. "You made the right decision. If Yan Hong had attended the Grand Assembly Drill, he definitely would have fainted halfway through. Our class evaluation score would have been deducted by quite a lot too."

Cheng Han answered casually, "I'm an inspector. It's my responsibility."

Wan Tengjiao sighed with emotion. "You're so much better than Fang Han. That guy only knows how to throw his weight around as an inspector and order his classmates about. He's never taken the initiative to care about his classmates like you have."

She had not thought Fang Han was all that bad before. But now that she had personally witnessed Cheng Han's actions—his calmness in the face of the Grass Hound and his timely discovery that a classmate was sick—she had someone to compare him to. Naturally, Fang Han now seemed utterly worthless.

Cheng Han smiled faintly and changed the subject. "Go eat. I'll stay here and look after Yan Hong."

Wan Tengjiao nodded. "All right!"

She stood up and left briskly.

Fifteen minutes later.

Wan Tengjiao returned to the Infirmary carrying two exquisite lunch boxes.

She handed one over. "I brought you lunch."

Cheng Han paused for a moment, then accepted the lunch box. "Thanks!"

Wan Tengjiao smiled. "You're straightforward. That's good!"

Cheng Han curled his lips. "I'm hungry."

Everyone in the class knew that the short-haired girl's father served in the Black Armor Army, and her family was far from ordinarily wealthy. Her mother had bought a house outside the school and hired a cook specifically to prepare Wan Tengjiao's lunch.

Since a rich girl was willing to treat him to a meal, why put on airs? Wan Tengjiao pursed her lips in a smile and said nothing more.

Cheng Han opened the lunch box and began eating with his head down.

There were four dishes inside, all of them things ordinary people rarely got to see. Every one looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful, and the flavor was no worse than that of an upscale restaurant from his previous life.

Before long, the school doctor returned.

After chatting with him for a few moments, the two left the Infirmary.

When Cheng Han returned to the classroom and had only just sat down, he heard Qian Qingqing's voice beside him. "I heard you stayed in the Infirmary for a long time and kept taking care of Yan Hong?"

He nodded. "Yes."

Qian Qingqing asked again, "I didn't see you in the Canteen. You haven't had lunch, have you?"

Cheng Han hesitated for a moment before giving an "Mm."

The little girl was clearly at odds with Wan Tengjiao. Since she often fed him snacks, he felt it was best not to tell her the truth, or she would definitely be unhappy.

Qian Qingqing pulled out a pile of snacks from her Drawer and stuffed them all into his hands. "You must be starving right now. Hurry up and eat!"

The corner of Cheng Han's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile. "Thank you."

Although he was already quite full, he had no choice but to accept the snacks and stuff them into his mouth to cover up his lie.

Qian Qingqing asked with concern, "Is this enough? Should I go out and buy some more later?"

Cheng Han firmly shook his head. "This is completely enough! No need to buy more!"

If the little girl really bought another pile of food, he would be stuffed to death in the classroom today.

Qian Qingqing blinked her beautiful eyes. "Really?"

Cheng Han swallowed a piece of pastry with effort and nodded repeatedly. "Absolutely!"

Only then did Qian Qingqing abandon the idea. "That's good, then."

Cheng Han let out a huge sigh of relief.

Qian Qingqing chattered on, "Everyone says that you barely know Yan Hong, yet you took such good care of him. There isn't a more responsible inspector in the whole school."

From that statement, it was clear that the matter had already spread throughout the class, and his classmates had truly come to acknowledge him.

Cheng Han rubbed his stomach and modestly replied, "It was just my duty."

Elsewhere.

Wan Tengjiao pretended to glance casually in a certain direction.

She withdrew her gaze and muttered softly, "I underestimated you. You can eat even more than I imagined."

Earlier, she had been worried Cheng Han would not have enough to eat, so she had specifically told the cook to pack a great deal of extra food in his lunch box. She had never expected that Cheng Han would still have room for snacks.

During the final self-study period that afternoon, Cheng Han could not be bothered to do his homework, so he simply did some "private work."

He recalled the Imprint Diagram in his mind, then carefully compared it with the outlines of the figures in the Illusion. After half an hour, he narrowed the list down to twelve suspects.

That number was somewhat lower than he had expected.

However, compared to the several hundred people he had initially singled out, finding the mastermind behind the Grass Hound incident among twelve people was far easier, was it not? Cheng Han visualized the Imprint Diagram, locked onto Target Number One, and silently said, "Deduction!"

Although he had never seen the man's face and did not even know his name, his back was the best "associated object." The Eye of Omniscience could use it to obtain useful information.

A chill immediately crept across his scalp.

Illusions followed one after another.

The result showed that Target Number One had attended a botany practical class the day before yesterday, but he had not tampered with the Soft Silk Vine.

Cheng Han pressed on and performed Deduction three times in succession, eliminating another three suspects.

Then, Target Number Five finally produced a different result.

It failed! No Illusion appeared!

Being unable to deduce a result was precisely the biggest problem!

Cheng Han's expression turned grave. "The Illusion is so blurry most likely because he has some special power protecting him. The Eye of Omniscience is too low-level to see this person's true face. This failed Deduction means Target Number Five may also possess special power. That instead proves he is very likely the mastermind behind this."

To be safe, Cheng Han performed Deduction twice more.

The first time, he deduced Target Number Six.

The Illusion appeared as expected.

That meant the skill was functioning normally.

The second time, he deduced Target Number Five again.

It failed once more!

Once might have been a coincidence.

Twice in a row meant it was inevitable.

Cheng Han was greatly invigorated. "It really is this guy!"

"Ding-ling~"

The dismissal bell rang.

The students, who had long been unable to sit still, surged out of the classroom.

The school only gave them one day off every ten days, and tomorrow happened to be a rest day. Naturally, everyone was eager to get home early.

Cheng Han greeted the little girl, slung his bag over his back, and walked out of the classroom.

After walking more than ten meters down the corridor and passing Class Two of Fourth Grade, he turned his head for a glance and used the "Imprint" technique to etch the scene into his mind.

Cheng Han turned back as if nothing had happened. As he continued forward at an unhurried pace, he examined the Imprint Diagram.

When his gaze swept over a desk, something suddenly stirred within him, and a piece of information flashed through his mind.

Qin Zi Cheng! Found you! Cheng Han chuckled. "Although you have special power protecting you, so I can't perform Deduction even after seeing your back, your desk doesn't. I can still drag you out."