The Cleaning Scandal

Chen Ming nodded slightly at Nana, who was touching his hand, and at her guess.

"I've trained, but I'd only call myself an amateur."

A subtle look entered Nana's eyes as she gazed at Chen Ming. Then she withdrew her hand and said, "In that case, you'll do. Be my class representative."

"Me?"

Chen Ming felt a few golden dragon scales appear where Nana had pressed his shoulder. But when he heard she wanted him to be the class representative, he froze.

He pointed at himself uncertainly and asked, "You mean me?" Nana answered with a serious nod.

"That's right. Come to my office after class."

Chen Ming hesitated. Was she going to treat me like her son? No way. I have the complete Golden Silver Dragon King Martial Soul, as well as the Life Tree and the Source of Destruction as my Martial Souls. I'm not letting anyone treat me like their son.

"Teacher Nana, he's all show. You should pick me as your class representative instead!"

"Teacher Nana, pick me! I'm really good at fighting!"

"Teacher Nana, pick me!"

Seeing that being the beautiful teacher's class representative meant getting to go to her office, several boys grew jealous and all clamored for the position.

"Quiet. Your fundamentals aren't as good as his."

Nana used her divine power to silence them. The boys immediately protested, eyeing Chen Ming, who was surrounded by Lan Mengqin, Dong Qianqiu, and the beautiful teacher Nana. They wished they could take his place.

"Teacher, I'm not convinced!"

"Me neither!"

Nana looked at the male students, none of whom seemed willing to accept it, and furrowed her brows slightly. She couldn't get angry at a bunch of kids, though, so she said helplessly, "Then let's go to the Soul Fighting Platform. I'll referee. No Soul Skills or Martial Souls allowed. You'll fight with the wooden weapons over there."

"I forfeit."

Chen Ming suddenly announced that he was forfeiting. Nana froze for a moment, then looked at him in confusion.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to be the class representative."

He said plainly that he didn't want the position. Nana fell silent for a moment, then sighed.

"Then forget it. The class representative isn't that important anyway. It makes no difference whether we have one or not."

Nana dropped the matter, and the other boys immediately came to hate Chen Ming.

What makes that kid so special?! Envy made them see red. They were green with envy.

The Ancient Martial Arts class soon ended. They'd spent the lesson laying a foundation and learning about Ancient Martial Arts, and the students hurried back to their classroom for the next class.

Before long, the final class ended. Chen Ming was just about to leave when Mei Qian stopped him.

"You're not going anywhere!"

"What? You want to fight me?"

Chen Ming raised an eyebrow. He was already Accumulating Momentum, ready to throw a punch.

"You didn't clean up properly yesterday, and the Sanitation Department recorded it. So you're cleaning again today."

Mei Qian spoke righteously as he pulled out his phone and showed Chen Ming a photo of the classroom littered with trash.

"Oh, so it was you. I see."

Looking at the photo, Chen Ming immediately understood. It seemed Mei Qian had been responsible for all that trash when he'd cleaned yesterday.

"Chen Ming, what's wrong? Aren't you coming?"

Dong Qianqiu noticed that Chen Ming hadn't followed and asked curiously. Mei Qian immediately spoke up ingratiatingly.

"Class monitor, he didn't clean up properly yesterday and got marked down by the student on duty. So he has to clean again today."

"What?"

Dong Qianqiu and Lan Mengqin both frowned at that. Something felt off, but Chen Ming didn't seem to care.

"You two go ahead. I'll handle it."

"...All right."

Since Chen Ming had said that, they had no choice but to leave. Mei Qian looked a little surprised that Chen Ming was so easy to push around, then continued ordering him about.

"Then make sure you do a proper job today, Chen Ming. Don't get marked down again."

"Heh, sure. And be careful on your way back to the dorm."

Chen Ming chuckled. You think you can mess with me? Just wait. Mei Qian saw how readily he agreed and assumed it was because of his position as vice class monitor. He lifted his chin and strutted out of the classroom like a victorious rooster.

He didn't notice Chen Ming's strange smile as he left. Chen Ming took a bucket and, after making sure no one was in the classroom, closed the door.

In the next moment, his black hair turned silver-white, and his black eyes became as bright as amethysts. Then he put on a hat and waved his hand.

A fierce wind and flowing water swept through the classroom, washing it clean and sending all the trash into the bucket.

Once he'd finished, Chen Ming turned off the lights and fans, then left the classroom. He pretended to be an ordinary student, gazing into the distance.

"Hey, junior, who are you waiting for?"

An upper-year male student approached eagerly and asked. Chen Ming frowned at first, then suddenly gave a mischievous smile.

"I'm looking for someone. Mei Qian, from Class One, first year. He said there isn't a man at Tiantou Technology Academy who's more capable or outstanding than he is. I think he sounds like a loser, so I came to see for myself."

"He's that cocky? All right, all right! Mei Qian, Class One, first year, huh?"

The upper-year student clenched his fists. Seeing the pretty junior admiring Mei Qian made his anger flare up instantly.

"Yeah. He said only an outstanding man like him was worthy of being friends with me."

Chen Ming kept fanning the flames, and the senior's face flushed with anger. He turned around and went to find Mei Qian.

Just as Chen Ming was about to enjoy the show, he saw Mei Qian sneaking over from a short distance away with several crumpled paper balls in his hand.

After making sure no one was in the classroom, Mei Qian went inside. Chen Ming gave a strange smile, drank a bottle of pale gray potion, and vanished instantly.

Inside the classroom, Mei Qian frowned at how clean and spotless it was. He had no idea how Chen Ming had managed it. He immediately dropped a few paper balls and took a photo.

"Let's see you show off now."

After finishing, Mei Qian felt much better. But when he turned around, he saw a phone floating a short distance in front of him. He froze.

The next moment, a sharp cry rang out.

"Ikū!"

"Ah!"

Thud!

Mei Qian screamed, followed by the sound of him hitting the floor. A moment later, Chen Ming appeared. He stuffed the unconscious Mei Qian into the trash can, tossed the trash inside, and put the lid on.

Once that was done, Chen Ming sneaked out of the classroom carrying the trash can, closed the door, lowered the brim of his hat with one hand, and hurried away with the can in the other.

Chen Ming darted through the teaching building and soon reached the academy's garbage disposal area. He dumped Mei Qian into an enormous trash bin.

He even arranged him in a peculiar pose, lying on his back amid the piled-up trash, legs raised and both hands making peace signs.

"Ugh, it stinks... I'd better take the pictures and get out of here."

Chen Ming had stuffed tissues into his delicate nose, but he could still smell the stench. His fine brows furrowed as he pulled out his phone and took a gazillion photos of Mei Qian.

He got shots from every angle—plenty to satisfy anyone. Once he'd taken enough, Chen Ming hurried away.