What a Silly Girl

Early morning.

As soon as Cheng Han stepped out of Shanyi Neighborhood, he spotted a familiar, pretty figure standing beside a brand-new bicycle.

It was Qian Qingqing.

The young girl waved her right hand vigorously a few times and called out with a flower-like smile, "Cheng Han, hurry up!"

Cheng Han waved back and quickly walked over.

Qian Qingqing pointed at the bicycle and smiled. "My dad bought this bicycle for you overnight. What do you think?"

On the way home yesterday, the young girl's father, Qian Yiqing, had said that he knew an old acquaintance who could buy bicycles at a discount, and had eagerly offered to purchase one on his behalf.

Cheng Han truly could not refuse such kindness, so he had no choice but to trouble Qian Yiqing.

He gave it a look and generously praised it. "It's very nice!"

The new bicycle was made from exceptionally solid materials, its quality was undoubtedly superb, and it looked good too. Compared to his smashed eighteenth-hand bicycle, it was more than just one level better. Cheng Han asked about the price. "How many Silver Coins?"

Qian Qingqing replied brightly, "The shop price is twenty-five Silver Coins. My dad got a ten-percent discount, so it was twenty-two Silver Coins."

There had originally been an extra fifty Copper Coins, but she had quietly rounded them off.

Then again, this was far from the first time the young girl had used her own money to subsidize her deskmate. Nor would it be the last.

Cheng Han spoke softly. "I'm not short on money now."

He silently made a deduction. The bicycle clearly cost as much as thirty-five Silver Coins, yet the young girl had immediately underreported the price by ten Silver Coins.

That difference was equivalent to half a month's wages for an ordinary person. Qian Yiqing would surely sigh repeatedly at how thoroughly his daughter was favoring an outsider.

Qian Qingqing blinked her beautiful eyes. "I know."

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Han did not expose her lie. Instead, he said, "On the next rest day, I'll treat your whole family to a barbecue."

He had a personal principle: one should not accept favors without giving something in return.

He possessed the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame. Its combat power was still uncertain for now, but when it came to barbecuing, it was truly formidable.

Cheng Han added seriously, "No refusing."

Qian Qingqing glanced at her deskmate and nodded. "Alright!"

Cheng Han changed the subject. "By the way, why are you the only one at the neighborhood entrance? Where's your dad?"

Qian Qingqing answered with a giggle, "Dad had something urgent to do today. He dropped me and the bicycle off at the entrance to Shanyi Neighborhood, then drove back to work."

Cheng Han's mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

He knew as soon as he heard it. What urgent business could Qian Yiqing possibly have had?

It was obviously the young girl's insistent demand.

Smack!

Qian Qingqing slapped the bicycle's rear seat and laughed sweetly. "I gave you a ride home yesterday. Today, you give me a ride to school. That makes us even!"

Without a doubt, this was the young girl's true objective.

Cheng Han looked at her charming face and could only concede. "Alright."

He swung onto the bicycle and called, "Get on."

Qian Qingqing grabbed the hem of her skirt with her right hand and lightly jumped onto the rear seat.

Cheng Han pushed hard on the pedals, and the bicycle set off smoothly.

The young girl asked with a smile, "How does it feel to ride? If it's not good, my dad can get you an even better one."

If she got him a better one, Qian Yiqing would bleed even more money. Having a daughter like this was truly heartbreaking.

Cheng Han replied with one word. "Good."

That eighteenth-hand bicycle had all sorts of minor problems, such as its chain often coming off. This new bicycle, however, was smooth as silk. It really did feel quite good.

More than ten seconds later.

Qian Qingqing asked carefully, "Cheng Han, can I hold your waist? This road isn't very flat, and I'm worried the bumps might throw me off."

Cheng Han gave a grunt of assent.

A blush appeared on Qian Qingqing's lovely face. Her hands trembled as she gently wrapped them around his waist.

Cheng Han asked again, "Are you cold?"

Qian Qingqing's tone was certain. "I'm wearing a lot. I'm not cold at all."

Cheng Han sighed inwardly.

How could she not be cold?

Over the last half month, every time he rode to school, he had used the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame to warm himself. Otherwise, his hands would surely have frozen stiff.

At that moment.

The young girl suddenly began humming a song.

Not only that.

She also lightly swung her slender legs.

It was clear that she was very happy.

Feeling the bicycle sway, Cheng Han suddenly recalled something he had heard in his previous life—better to cry in a Treasure Bull Car than laugh on a bicycle.

Yet this young girl was the opposite.

She would rather sit on a bicycle in the cold wind than ride inside a Crystal Energy Car.

What a silly girl.

The chilly morning wind lifted Qian Qingqing's soft hair and fluttered her skirt.

Shyness and laughter filled the young girl's eyes.

At that moment, she possessed a unique charm.

*When Cheng Han entered the classroom, he was once again greeted by a sea of staring eyes.

Many students wore looks of deep admiration.

Qian Qingqing noticed this and felt rather confused.

Only Wan Tengjiao noticed that the two had entered one after the other, with very little distance between them. A trace of dejection unconsciously appeared on her pretty face.

Qian Qingqing soon found out why and complained in a low voice, "Cheng Han, you actually became the Imprint Formation Class Monitor, and you didn't say a word about it yesterday? That's really not fair!"

Then, with a tone of shared pride, the young girl added, "But you really are amazing!"

Cheng Han responded calmly. "Whether I'm Class Monitor or not isn't important."

Qian Qingqing did not agree. "How could it not be important? The whole class is proud of you now. Even all the third-year students see you as an honor."

Cheng Han merely smiled.

Honor? That was only the appearance outsiders saw. As a third-year student managing a group of fourth- and fifth-year students, how could they possibly accept it so easily? Lan Lou was nothing but a muddy mess. It wasn't nearly as good as she imagined.

*During the afternoon training class, Cheng Han arrived at Lan Lou five minutes early as usual and quickly changed into his training clothes.

Once all the students had arrived, he clapped his hands sharply.

Clap!

The sound carried the power of the Spirit Universe Imprint.

With his current strength, using such a little trick was as effortless as moving a finger.

The students were affected, shifting their attention toward him with listening expressions.

Cheng Han said loudly, "I just went to the Teacher Building. Principal Jing Long said that today would be free training. He won't be coming himself, and I'll be responsible for supervising everyone's training."

As soon as he finished speaking.

A voice called out, "Class Monitor, I have quite a few questions about the third form of the Nine Elements Strengthening Body Technique, the Bell Holding Stance. I was planning to ask Principal Jing Long for guidance today. What should I do?"

The speaker was named Ren Yong, a fifth-year student. The way he said "Class Monitor" was dripping with mockery, clearly showing that he intended to cause trouble.

Cheng Han remained expressionless. "Keep your questions and ask tomorrow. Practice other moves today."

Last night, he had used the Eye of Omniscience to conduct a preliminary assessment of the Prep Class. Jing Jiuxiao, who had blocked his path at the school gate before, was very close to Ren Yong. This person had once helped Jing Jiuxiao come up with plans.

Ren Yong said discontentedly, "Since you're the Class Monitor, you should fulfill the Class Monitor's duties and help your fellow students solve their problems. Otherwise, what use does Lan Lou have for a Class Monitor?"

Cheng Han sneered and shot back without restraint, "If you fail to become a Warrior in the future, should I be responsible for that too?"

He emphasized his next words. "Cultivation is about overcoming difficulties. If you need to rely on others for everything, you might as well leave Lan Lou now and save some resources for the Black Armor Army."

The cultivation class had only just begun, yet the atmosphere had already become tense and hostile.

Ren Yong flew into a rage out of humiliation. "You—"

Cheng Han did not give him a chance to continue. He immediately connected his mind to the Spirit Universe Imprint and shouted, "Shut up!"

Ren Yong instantly felt as though a needle had stabbed his brain. The pain made his entire body tremble several times, and he immediately forgot what he had been about to say.

This was the effect of the Soul Flash Scythe, an incredibly powerful attack skill—it transformed spiritual power into a "scythe" and directly struck the opponent's Sea of Spirit.

That attack had merely been a small punishment, using at most ten percent of his strength.

With Cheng Han's formidable spiritual power of 20.3 points, if he went all out, this fellow would likely bleed from all seven orifices and collapse unconscious on the spot.

The other students who witnessed the scene wore varying expressions.

To be fair, a third-year student becoming the Prep Class Monitor had caused a huge stir throughout the school. It truly made them feel humiliated.

Several seconds passed.

Only then did Ren Yong recover.

He instinctively took half a step back, as though trying to increase the distance between them. Fear and shock mingled on his face.