Second-Year Class's New Class Monitor: Qian Renchuan!

At Instructor Zhao's words,

everyone in the classroom turned to look.

The one who had stood up was tall, but his face was bruised and swollen. It was Zhang Meng, the first person Qian Renchuan had knocked down the night before.

And it was true.

Zhang Meng was eleven, a level twenty-five Tool Martial Soul user, and the strongest in their class apart from Huyan Ye.

If they were choosing a new class monitor, Zhang Meng was certainly qualified.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhang Meng shook his head again and again.

"No, Instructor, I'm not putting myself forward."

"There's someone I have in mind. I think he'd make a perfect class monitor."

"Oh?"

Instructor Zhao looked puzzled.

"Who?"

Zhang Meng turned straight toward Qian Renchuan, who was reading a Picture Book in the back row, and called out,

"Eldest Young Master!"

"I think Eldest Young Master Qian Renchuan is more than qualified to be the monitor of our Second-Level Class!"

"He's the strongest of us all!"

"He's the only one we'd all follow!"

At those words,

everyone in the classroom froze.

Even Qian Renchuan looked up from his Picture Book in disbelief.

He slowly raised his head, his face full of confusion.

"What?"

"You want me to be class monitor?"

I spend every day sleeping and reading in class, and you want me to be the monitor?

Did I beat you idiots senseless last night?

But then everyone else in the class nodded along in agreement.

"Yeah, the Eldest Young Master can do it!"

"I think so too!"

"We all support the Eldest Young Master as our Second-Level Class monitor!"

"The Eldest Young Master is the strongest. He's the only one we'll follow!"

The classroom

filled with voices of agreement.

The students Qian Renchuan had beaten into submission were now nominating him in earnest.

After all, in the Soul Master World, strength was everything.

Qian Renchuan had taken down more than a dozen of them by himself. He was more than capable of being class monitor.

Even Instructor Zhao, standing at the lectern, looked toward Qian Renchuan with a questioning gaze.

Swish, swish, swish.

Everyone else looked at him too, their faces full of expectation.

But Qian Renchuan refused outright.

"Not interested."

"I have no interest in being monitor for a bunch of little brats and playing babysitter."

Huh?

Everyone froze.

Little brats?

Who are you calling little brats?

We're in our teens, and you're only six. Which of us is the little brat?

But none of them dared say it aloud now.

Especially those who had experienced his strength firsthand last night. Their bodies still ached.

The moment Zhang Meng heard Qian Renchuan refuse, he grew anxious.

"Eldest Young Master, you have to be the monitor!"

"I don't care. I won't accept anyone else as monitor, and I'm not worthy of the position myself!"

"That's right! We'll only follow the Eldest Young Master!"

Everyone else agreed wholeheartedly.

Instructor Zhao could only sigh at the sight.

He stepped down from the lectern, walked over to Qian Renchuan, and said quietly,

"Qian Renchuan, what do you think?"

Qian Renchuan sighed.

He had no choice but to look at them again.

Every one of them had a bruised, swollen face, yet their eyes shone with fervor.

It was as though no one but him could possibly be class monitor.

But then

an idea struck Qian Renchuan.

A thoughtful look crossed his face.

He had refused because he didn't want the responsibility or the hassle.

But on second thought, knowing Qian Xunji, he would probably be stuck at this academy for a long time.

If he didn't even become class monitor, what would he do when these people came to bother him every day?

He might as well find a compromise.

With that in mind, Qian Renchuan nodded.

"Fine."

"Who's the deputy monitor?"

Qian Renchuan had agreed.

Delight appeared on everyone's faces.

And now he was asking who the deputy monitor was?

Everyone turned in unison toward Qian Renxue beside him.

The older brother as monitor and the younger sister as deputy—what a fine story that would make.

Besides, everyone had seen Qian Renxue's strength yesterday. She wasn't much weaker than Qian Renchuan.

But Qian Renxue frowned deeply.

Deputy monitor?

I don't want to be some deputy monitor.

All I want to do is focus on cultivation. Being deputy monitor would only slow me down.

Qian Renchuan could naturally hear Qian Renxue's thoughts.

After hearing them, he nodded to himself.

Exactly.

Of course I can't make Qian Renxue deputy monitor.

I'm planning to leave all the work to someone else. If she becomes deputy, won't everything fall on her?

How will she have time to cultivate like mad?

And if she doesn't cultivate, how will I get my tenfold returns?

Qian Renchuan looked straight at Zhang Meng.

"Then you can be deputy monitor."

Zhang Meng froze.

The rest of the class paused too.

Then they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Meng as deputy monitor?

Zhang Meng's great!

They knew Zhang Meng and could talk to him easily. That was far better than dealing with the frosty Miss Xue.

"I'm the deputy monitor?"

Zhang Meng came to his senses, his face lighting up with excitement.

He immediately declared his loyalty at the top of his lungs.

"Monitor!"

"If you say I'm deputy monitor, then I'll do it!"

"I'll support you in your work from now on. I'll handle every matter in the class, big or small!"

Qian Renchuan nodded.

"Good."

"From now on, if anyone needs anything, go to the deputy monitor. Don't come to me."

"And keep it down in class. Don't disturb my sleep."

Huh?

Everyone stared at him, dumbfounded once more.

Zhang Meng included. None of them knew what to say.

So you only agreed to be monitor to get someone else to do the work and make sure nobody disturbs your sleep?

Beside him, Qian Renxue couldn't help rolling her eyes as she railed at him inwardly.

Of course. I knew someone like him would never actually take on the job of class monitor.

He just wants to dump all the work on someone else.

He's hopeless. He doesn't have the slightest sense of responsibility!

Qian Renxue was bitterly disappointed in him, but there was nothing she could do.

Whatever everyone thought of it, Qian Renchuan was now the monitor of the Second-Year Class.

By the time lessons officially began,

every student was present.

Even Zhao Mang and Li Yan, who had run off the previous afternoon, had returned.

The moment they entered the classroom and saw that nearly every boy had a bruised, swollen face, they stopped dead.

From the lectern, Instructor Zhao announced to everyone that Qian Renchuan was the new monitor of the Second-Year Class, with Zhang Meng as deputy.

Zhao Mang and Li Yan were stunned.

What on earth happened last night?

How had everything changed so suddenly?

At noon,

the bell rang to end class.

Instructor Zhao gathered his teaching notes and left the classroom.

Normally, the moment the bell rang, these students would be the first ones out the door, racing to the dining hall for food.

But today was entirely different.

Qian Renchuan was class monitor now.

Until he left the classroom, everyone stayed seated, not moving an inch.

Only when Qian Renchuan strolled toward the door did the rest of the class begin to move.

Qian Renchuan headed for the dining hall.

Zhang Meng immediately led a group of his followers after him.

They marched with their heads held high, looking ready to follow Qian Renchuan wherever he led.

Up ahead, Qian Renchuan was speechless. Were these guys really treating me like their boss now?

Though it didn't feel half bad.