Regarding the codename, Su Wuming had little say in the matter. Besides, seeing how satisfied the group looked, he gave up on the idea of coming up with another one.
Once he was strong enough in the future, he would have to teach this bunch of people, who had slipped through the cracks of nine years of compulsory education, a proper culture lesson and help the Fallen Blossoms Society completely shake off cultural poverty.
After Mentor Mo Lan left a strand of psychic power on him, the Fallen Blossoms Society group hurried away.
Before leaving, they told him not to worry about the Hell Guild. Now that they had been exposed, they would not dare show themselves in the country anytime soon. He was told to focus on training without concern.
Hearing that, Su Wuming finally set aside a weight in his heart for the time being and turned back to chopping firewood.
Just as he was carrying an enormous bundle of firewood back, a familiar voice called out from behind him.
"Class monitor!"
"Zhao Qiansun?" Su Wuming craned his neck over the huge bundle of firewood in his arms and turned around.
"Damn! You're not dead? Pfft, pfft, pfft, slip of the tongue. It's good you're okay, good you're okay."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Qiansun did not get angry just because Su Wuming had copied his catchphrase.
Instead, he rushed over to Su Wuming in a few quick strides, then dropped to his knees with a thud.
Amid Su Wuming's baffled and shocked expression, he banged his head against the ground three times in a row.
"Is bowing to the class monitor some popular etiquette in our class?" Su Wuming held it in for a long while before blurting that out.
Zhao Qiansun: ...What the hell kind of etiquette was