I Think Only He Deserves to Be Our Class Monitor!

Qian Xunji was feeling fantastic.

He was so pleased that his face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum as he paced around his bedroom.

Then he turned and gave another order.

"Yue Guan, go to Spirit Academy tomorrow."

"Ask the Eldest Young Master what he needs."

"Give him whatever you can. Consider it my reward for his performance this time!"

Yue Guan's mouth twitched.

What the hell?

You changed your tune way too fast!

Just now he was your wretched son, and suddenly he's an unparalleled prodigy?

You flip faster than the pages of a book.

Before leaving, though, Yue Guan couldn't help asking,

"Your Holiness, should we keep putting pressure on the Eldest Young Master?"

Qian Xunji rested his chin on one hand and thought for a moment.

"Yes!"

"Don't stop!"

"Keep going until that boy gets competitive again."

"With talent like his, letting it go unused is a terrible waste!"

"If fighting gets him moving, find more people to provoke him!"

Yue Guan accepted the order and withdrew, silently worrying for Qian Renchuan.

The next day.

At Spirit Academy.

[Ding—]

[Detected bonded target "Huo Yuhao" cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Tenfold return triggered.]

[Congratulations, host. You have obtained: Soul Power +1...]

[Ding—]

[Detected bonded target "Qian Renxue" cultivating Soul Power. Tenfold return triggered.]

[Congratulations, host. You have obtained: Soul Power +1...]

The system notifications woke Qian Renchuan.

He gave a leisurely yawn.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Huo Yuhao had already left the bed across from him. He couldn't help sighing.

"What a relentless grinder."

Huo Yuhao was gone at the crack of dawn. Paired with the system notifications, Qian Renchuan knew exactly what he was doing.

He must have slipped off somewhere to cultivate again.

That was fine by Qian Renchuan. The harder his third brother worked, the sweeter his returns.

He sat up.

There was nobody in the dorm.

Zhao Mang and Li Yan had run off yesterday afternoon and never returned, so naturally there was no one to bring him breakfast.

With no other choice, Qian Renchuan got up at his own pace, washed up, and headed to the cafeteria.

Before long,

Qian Renchuan arrived at the cafeteria.

Just as he was about to get in line for food, he ran into a student from the Second-Year Class.

The student must have been one of those he'd beaten last night. There was still a medicated patch on his face.

The moment the student saw him, he shuddered as if he'd seen a ghost, then hurried away with his tray.

His eyes were full of fear.

Qian Renchuan was speechless.

These kids really couldn't take a hit.

Then someone in the line ahead spoke up.

"Q-Qian Renchuan, are you here for breakfast too?"

"Why don't you take my place? We can switch."

Qian Renchuan looked over in surprise.

The speaker was another student with a bruised, swollen face, clearly someone he'd beaten last night too.

Now the boy was smiling at him eagerly.

In an instant, Qian Renchuan understood why their attitudes had changed.

Last night's beating

had thoroughly cowed them.

He didn't stand on ceremony. He walked over and traded places.

"Thanks," Qian Renchuan said casually.

The student looked overwhelmed by the thanks and waved his hands.

"No need, no need! Please, Eldest Young Master, you go first."

"I really, really love standing in line. I'll go line up at the back again..."

Students from other classes watched the exchange with curiosity.

They found it strange.

The troublemakers from the Second-Year Class were usually so arrogant. Why were they being so polite to a six-year-old newcomer?

After breakfast,

Qian Renchuan walked straight to the Second-Year Class classroom with his hands in his pockets.

Inside,

most of the students were already there.

Many of the boys had bruised, swollen faces, and some had bandages wrapped around their arms.

They stood in small groups, talking quietly.

When Qian Renchuan came in, everyone turned toward him. The room fell silent at once.

Then they hurriedly cleared a path for him.

Gone was the arrogant provocation of yesterday, or even the days before.

Last night had beaten the nerve out of them.

More than a dozen of them had taken on one person, only to get thrashed. Who could stand up to that?

They had also begun to suspect something.

The Pope had tricked us!

Qian Renchuan wasn't useless at all. He was a true genius!

They didn't know why the Pope had done it, but they figured he must have wanted Qian Renchuan to make a show of strength.

With that in mind,

who among them would dare underestimate Qian Renchuan again?

In fact, as soon as Qian Renchuan reached his seat and was about to sit down,

a student beside him hurried forward and pulled out his chair, smiling ingratiatingly.

"Please... please sit, Eldest Young Master."

Qian Renchuan was speechless.

These guys had changed their tune way too fast.

Still, he sat down.

After a moment, he grew bored and decided to read a Picture Book.

But just as he took one out of his Storage Soul Tool, several hands shot toward him with a swish.

Each hand held a beautifully bound picture book.

"Eldest Young Master, read mine. It's good."

"Eldest Young Master, mine just came out. It's really exciting!"

"Eldest Young Master, take a look at mine. It's the latest Soul Master Compendium..."

Qian Renchuan turned to find several bruised boys beaming at him.

What???

What are you doing?

Honestly, I liked you better when you were acting all defiant yesterday.

Catching Qian Renchuan's look, the boys realized they'd been a little too eager and awkwardly pulled back their hands.

They still left the books carefully on his desk.

Qian Renchuan picked one up at random and flipped through it.

After only two pages, he cried out inwardly,

Holy shit, could this be any less subtle???

What kind of trash had these ten-year-old kids been reading?

Before long,

Instructor Zhao, who taught the theory class, came in carrying his lesson notes.

The classroom immediately fell quiet.

Instructor Zhao stood at the lectern and looked out at his battered students.

He was the homeroom teacher of the Second-Year Class.

He knew what had happened last night, so he didn't ask about it. Instead, he cleared his throat and made an announcement.

"Everyone, our class monitor, Huyan Ye, has taken an extended leave of absence for health reasons."

"That means the position is vacant for now."

"We need to choose a new class monitor to lead everyone."

"If you're interested, raise your hand."

Choose a class monitor?

Qian Renchuan had no interest.

He picked up a Picture Book from his desk and went back to reading with relish.

Instructor Zhao had barely finished speaking when someone raised a hand.

Seeing who it was, Instructor Zhao nodded approvingly.

"Good. Zhang Meng, stand up. Aside from Huyan Ye, you're currently the strongest student in our class."

"You certainly qualify to be class monitor."

"No..."

"Instructor, that's not what I meant..."

Zhang Meng hurriedly shook his head as he stood.

"I have someone to recommend. I think he's the only one who deserves to be our class monitor now."