Cheng Han Had Actually Hidden His Strength

Cheng Han had barely stepped into the classroom when he noticed that there were far fewer people than usual. Even Qian Qingqing, who normally arrived early, was nowhere to be seen.

The students who had shown up all looked rather grim after undergoing the Profound Tortoise Stone test.

The classroom was somewhat quiet, lacking its usual bustle.

Cheng Han set down his schoolbag, looked at several classmates beside him, and asked, "Did a lot of people take leave?"

As the class inspector, it was his basic duty to understand his classmates' circumstances.

A boy rushed to answer, "I heard something happened in Jinglin Neighborhood. Some students in our class live around there, so they were probably affected."

Another girl chimed in, "I heard a strange howl early this morning, and it made me feel awful all over. I wanted to take leave too, but my dad insisted that I come to school."

The class inspector was a figure of authority in the class, and Cheng Han's recent performance had been especially dazzling. It was only natural for his classmates to want to curry favor with him.

Wen Jie, seated in the back row, wanted to answer as well, but he was half a beat too slow and could only close his mouth.

He had always found Cheng Han unpleasant to look at, but ever since Cheng Han became class inspector, Wen Jie had completely lost any desire to compete with him and instead wanted to ease the tension between them.

Perhaps because Cheng Han had started the topic, the other students began discussing the strange events of the day as well, and the classroom became lively again.

"When I was going upstairs this morning, I saw that Class Two of Fourth Grade had actually been sealed off. The other classes were fine. What's going on?"

"Could something have happened to someone in Class Two?"

"Could be!"

Cheng Han said nothing.

Qin Zi Cheng was a student of Class Two, Fourth Grade.

The other students in that class had truly suffered an undeserved disaster.

One student sighed. "A demon appeared at the Textile Factory a few days ago. Qinglin City really feels more and more dangerous."

His words struck a chord, and many students voiced their agreement.

"I think so too."

"Ordinary people are really so powerless."

Some students said nothing, but they all wore worried expressions.

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Han said loudly, "Everyone, I don't think there's any need for us to be so pessimistic."

He was now considered an authority figure in the class, so everyone quieted down and listened to him.

Cheng Han spoke eloquently. "Looking at it from another angle, would failing to discover them mean they didn't exist? Obviously not! The authorities rooted out those lurking in the shadows and eliminated a large number of demons, making Qinglin City safer. Isn't that a good thing?"

He activated the Spirit Universe Imprint with his mind. A faint supernatural power radiated outward, quietly influencing his classmates' subconscious minds and, in turn, changing their moods.

Cheng Han raised his voice. "If the authorities had done nothing for a long time, that would have been the worst outcome. The enemy would not have been contained, and their strength would inevitably have grown greater and greater. They might even have caused even more destruction."

The imprint had just been restored considerably, and its effect was far stronger than before.

The students' expressions visibly brightened.

Many of them nodded repeatedly.

Cheng Han looked around and concluded, "So I think there's really no need for us to worry so much..."

Before he could finish, a shout of praise interrupted him.

"Well said!"

The voice came from outside the corridor.

It was their homeroom teacher, Yan Dongshan.

He strode inside, clapped a few times, and praised him again. "Cheng Han's words make a great deal of sense."

Wan Tengjiao hurried in behind him.

The Short-Haired Girl stole several glances at Cheng Han, deeply impressed.

She thought to herself that if it had been her, she definitely would not have been able to raise her classmates' morale with just a few words.

Yan Dongshan announced some news. "I'm sure everyone has heard that the classroom of Class Two, Fourth Grade has been sealed off, and all of that class's students have been moved elsewhere.

"I just learned from the Principal's Office that the authorities had previously discovered something suspicious. However, after a thorough inspection, they confirmed that it was merely a false alarm."

Upon hearing this, most of the students immediately breathed sighs of relief.

Cheng Han blinked.

The other students could not detect the flaw in his words, but Cheng Han was the mastermind behind this entire affair and immediately understood the authorities' intentions.

Without a doubt, the authorities did not intend to make Qin Zi Cheng's matter public. They would most likely use an excuse such as "transferring schools" to explain his disappearance.

Although many civilians near the scene had witnessed that supernatural battle with their own eyes, the authorities certainly had supernatural means of "altering memories." They only needed to send someone to handle it, and the matter would be suppressed.

Yan Dongshan delivered another piece of good news. "There are too many matters to deal with at school today, and quite a few students have taken leave. This morning's classes are temporarily canceled and will be replaced with self-study."

Many students became cheerful.

Everyone understood that if the teachers had no time to supervise them, self-study was basically just free time.

Yan Dongshan instructed, "Wan Tengjiao, Cheng Han, the two of you will be responsible for maintaining order in the classroom."

The Short-Haired Girl immediately replied, "Understood!"

Cheng Han nodded. "Understood."

As soon as their homeroom teacher left, a small commotion broke out in the classroom.

Wan Tengjiao frowned slightly and tried to stop them. "Everyone, school is a place for learning, please..."

Cheng Han shook his head and interrupted her. "Today's circumstances are special. As long as they don't go overboard, there's no need to be overly strict about discipline."

Wan Tengjiao wanted to argue. "But..."

Cheng Han said seriously, "Balance between work and rest is the proper way. It applies to studying, and it applies to cultivation as well."

He pronounced the word "cultivation" with particular emphasis.

Yesterday, he had carried out Deduction several times in a row. He had discovered that even when his mental strength was full, the further he went, the blurrier the Illusions became. Yet after one period of deep sleep, their clarity improved greatly.

This proved that proper relaxation was by no means a bad thing.

This girl was practically starting to resemble a cultivation fanatic. Considering that lunch she had treated him to last time, he had only given her this indirect advice.

The atmosphere in the classroom immediately became tense.

After all, it was not a good thing for the class's number one and number two figures to clash.

Wan Tengjiao understood the implication. She pursed her lips and took the initiative to yield. "All right, Cheng Han. You're right. We'll do as you say."

The Short-Haired Girl said nothing else and sat down by herself.

After a moment of silence, the classroom once again filled with buzzing conversation.

With his sharp hearing, Cheng Han caught fragments of remarks about himself.

"Monitor Wan has never been convinced by anyone. She used to argue with Fang Han all the time, but this time she was actually willing to listen to Cheng Han. That's really strange."

"I only realized today that Cheng Han is actually this impressive!"

Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

What a bunch of gossips! ... After lunch.

The lockdown was lifted.

Most of the students who had taken leave returned to school, and normal teaching order resumed.

The first class in the afternoon was Meditation Class.

In the past, Fang Han and Wan Tengjiao had been the focus of their classmates' attention.

But during this lesson, Cheng Han became the absolute center of attention.

His astonishing progress during his previous two Meditation Classes had been deliberately leaked by Qiu Yuan, while the Patrol Officer's praise that morning had spread throughout the entire class.

At this moment.

Inside the Meditation Room, Cheng Han sensed the numerous furtive glances around him and felt utterly helpless.

I'm not even a pretty girl. Is this really necessary?

Qiu Yuan gave a light cough. "Everyone, I intend to adjust the observation order. Cheng Han will be placed alone in the first group. The original first group will become the second group, and so on."

One person per group was an extremely unusual arrangement.

Yet no one objected.

Cheng Han had a bad feeling, and the corner of his eye twitched.

Why is Teacher Qiu suddenly making this arrangement? What exactly is he trying to do?

Qiu Yuan's tone suddenly turned serious. "Cheng Han, when you observe the Profound Spirit Wall this time, I hope you will show all your strength and hold nothing back."

The entire class erupted.

Wan Tengjiao also looked shocked.

She had heard that Cheng Han's observation time last time had been forty-four seconds, a result that ranked among the top three in the class. Could it be that he had actually hidden his true strength?

Cheng Han sighed deeply to himself.

Can't you just let me be a low-key middle school student?