Getting into Lan Lou Makes It Easier to Find a Pretty Girlfriend

Fifteen Middle School had an unusual class called the "Prep Class," though the students preferred to call it the Imprint Formation Class.

As the name suggested, only students who had successfully condensed a Source Sense Imprint could join it.

During the last class every afternoon, while the other students studied on their own, the students of this class gathered for training.

Cheng Han arrived at the Prep Class's training venue—Lan Lou—five minutes early.

It was a standalone two-story building situated in a corner of the campus, surrounded by evergreen plants and boasting a rather tranquil environment.

Lan Lou had a beautiful semicircular design and far better decorations than the other classrooms. There were even two rows of statues at its entrance.

At first glance, it looked more like the residence of a wealthy family.

All of this fully demonstrated the Imprint Formation Class's special status.

To lower-grade students, it was a place shrouded in legend; to upper-grade students, it was somewhere everyone longed to enter.

To put it simply.

No matter how ugly you were, as long as you qualified to enter Lan Lou, finding a pretty junior girlfriend at Fifteen Middle School was definitely no difficult task.

Of course.

There was no problem if you preferred senior girls instead.

Cheng Han unhurriedly approached the little building, climbed the nine marble steps, and entered the spacious hall.

The hall covered more than one hundred and fifty square meters, offering a broad view. Its floor was laid with pale yellow wooden boards, giving it a rather tasteful air.

Several students were already standing in the lounge area to the right of the hall, speaking quietly among themselves.

Tap! Tap!

When Cheng Han's footsteps reached them, they all turned to look at him.

No one greeted him.

Every face was cold.

Cheng Han immediately understood that he was being isolated.

To put it more precisely, this group had already reached a tacit agreement to join forces and exclude him.

The reason was not hard to guess.

In the end, it was because he had been in the spotlight too much lately. Today, he had even made Jing Jiuxiao look utterly miserable at the school gate, and Jing Jiuxiao held considerable status in the Imprint Formation Class.

Besides, he was a lower-grade student. How could these fourth- and fifth-year students possibly accept that? All these factors combined had led to this situation.

But it did not matter.

Those who drew no envy were mediocrities! Cheng Han withdrew his gaze and walked toward the other side on his own.

Just then.

A tall boy strode over and called loudly, "Junior, there's something I'd like to tell you."

Cheng Han stopped and turned to look at him.

The moment he heard the boy address him as "junior," he knew the fellow intended to use his status as a senior to pressure him. What followed would most likely be something meant to make things difficult for him.

Sure enough.

The tall boy said, "According to Prep Class tradition, every student who newly joins the Imprint Formation Class must be responsible for cleaning duties for one month."

Cheng Han said nothing, merely staring fixedly at him.

The tall boy continued, "The specific tasks include cleaning the entire hall's floor..."

Halfway through, his voice grew softer and softer until he could no longer continue.

He felt that although this famous junior did not say a word, the gaze directed at him carried an indescribable sense of pressure.

The tall boy gave an embarrassed smile, his tone becoming awkward. "Forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly felt the pressure vanish, and his entire body relaxed considerably.

The tall boy turned and left, secretly clicking his tongue to himself.

This junior was incredible!

He truly lived up to his reputation! Cheng Han started walking again.

Behind him.

A small argument broke out.

"Gao Lin, why did you chicken out?"

"If it were you, you'd fucking chicken out too!"

"I think you're just timid as a mouse. You didn't even dare raise your voice when facing a little junior."

"He even pulled off the Mountain Moving Hand, while your Mountain Moving Stance hasn't even reached the beginner level. How do you still have the nerve to call him a 'little junior'?"

The tall boy seemed annoyed and shouted again, "All you know is how to yap behind my back. If any of you think you can withstand the Mountain Moving Hand, go tell him yourselves!"

The group fell silent.

Cheng Han silently curled his lips.

He walked straight to a door on the left, reached out, and pushed it open.

On the other side.

Seeing what he did, the group could not help exchanging looks.

"How did he know he needed to go to the Locker Room to change into training clothes?"

"Could someone have told him beforehand?"

"Why do I have the feeling that Cheng Han has been here before?"

Normally, for students newly joining the class, the others would proactively tell them a few everyday things to keep in mind.

These people had deliberately not changed into training clothes and had withheld all information, intending to make Cheng Han look like a fool.

Unfortunately, their scheme ultimately came to nothing.

*Locker Room.

Cheng Han opened a cabinet in the corner, pulled open the bottom drawer, and took out a nameplate, a pen, and a small bottle of glue.

He wrote his name on the plate, spread glue across the back, attached it to the front of an empty locker, then took off his coat and trousers and placed them inside.

From today until he graduated and left, this would be his personal locker.

Cheng Han found a set of medium-sized training clothes in another cabinet and quickly put them on.

He rubbed the sleeves a few times and muttered, "The fabric is good, and the workmanship is excellent. It's much better than my own clothes. The Prep Class's benefits really are nice."

Any newcomer would have been at a complete loss in this situation.

But was this a problem for Cheng Han? No!

With the Eye of Omniscience, he had long deduced the situation he was about to encounter and figured out every detail that required attention. He did not need anyone's guidance at all.

Such trivial matters, and they thought they could make things difficult for me? Dream on! Cheng Han finished dressing and stepped out of the Locker Room.

He strode to the center of the hall and stood quietly in place.

This area happened to be where the entire class usually trained.

Watching this, the group all fell silent.

Everyone felt that the series of schemes they had discussed was like a joke in front of this famous junior.

It was downright embarrassing! The tall boy silently sighed. "Principal Jing Long will be here soon. Stop standing around and go change."

The "Principal Jing Long" he referred to was Gu Jinglong, the Vice Principal who had stepped in to settle the conflict at the school gate today.

According to school regulations, all Prep Class training was personally handled by the two Vice Principals, who rotated every ten days.

The group swarmed into the Locker Room.

When they saw the newly added nameplate, everyone's expressions became somewhat complicated.

This junior really knew everything!

*Not long afterward.

All the students had arrived.

Including Cheng Han, there were twenty-two people in total.

Compared to the school's enormous student body of more than two thousand, this proportion was pitifully small.

As usual, Gu Jinglong was the last to enter the hall.

There was a conspicuous scar on the left side of the burly man's forehead. It was said to have been left behind by an injury he suffered in battle while serving in the Black Armor Army.

Gu Jinglong had changed into training clothes. Standing before the students, he deliberately glanced at Cheng Han before speaking. "I believe everyone knows this student, Cheng Han."

Quite a few people nodded lightly.

More than knew him.

They had just gotten a thorough taste of this junior's methods. No wonder Jing Jiuxiao's scheme had failed and instead cost him dearly.

Gu Jinglong suddenly took out a wallet and announced loudly, "Student Cheng Han, I have brought your signing bonus and this month's subsidy."

The war group was fairly generous. Payments were calculated from the day of signing, and even if it was less than a full month, they still paid for the entire month.

Everyone grew curious.

They had heard that this kid had sparked a scramble between two war groups. Just how much had he gotten?

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