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

At Instructor Zhao's words,

everyone in the classroom turned to look at once.

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

And it was true.

Zhang Meng was eleven, with a level-twenty-five tool Martial Soul. Apart from Huyan Ye, he was the strongest in their class.

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 volunteering."

"I have someone else in mind. I think he's more than capable of being our class monitor."

"Oh?"

Instructor Zhao looked puzzled.

"Who?"

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

"The Eldest Young Master!"

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

"He's the strongest of us all!"

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

At that,

everyone in the classroom froze.

Even Qian Renchuan looked stunned. He had been absorbed in his Picture Book.

He slowly raised his head, confusion written all over his face.

"What?"

"Me, the class monitor?"

I sleep and read in class every day, and you want me to be the monitor?

Did I beat you idiots senseless last night?

But then the rest of the class began nodding in earnest.

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

"I think so too!"

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

"He's the strongest. He's the only one we'll follow!"

The classroom

filled with voices of agreement.

Qian Renchuan had beaten these students into submission, and now they genuinely wanted him as their monitor.

After all, strength was everything in the world of soul masters.

Qian Renchuan had taken down more than a dozen of them by himself. He was more than qualified.

Even Instructor Zhao looked toward Qian Renchuan from the podium, a question in his eyes.

Every head turned.

The others all watched Qian Renchuan expectantly.

But Qian Renchuan refused outright.

"Not interested."

"I'm not interested in being monitor for a bunch of brats and playing babysitter."

Huh?

Everyone froze.

Brats?

Who was he calling a brat?

They were in their teens, and he was only six. Who was the brat here?

But none of them dared say it.

Especially those who had experienced his fists firsthand last night. They still hurt.

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 but you. I'm not worthy of the job myself!"

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

The others agreed wholeheartedly.

Seeing this, Instructor Zhao was at a loss.

He could only step down from the podium, approach Qian Renchuan, and say quietly,

"Student Qian Renchuan, what do you think?"

Qian Renchuan sighed.

He looked at them again.

Every one of them had a bruised, swollen face, yet their eyes burned with enthusiasm.

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

But then,

an idea occurred to Qian Renchuan.

A thoughtful look crossed his face.

He had refused because he didn't want 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 kept bothering 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 spread across everyone's faces.

And now he was asking who the deputy monitor was?

Everyone turned in unison to Qian Renxue beside him.

The brother as monitor and the sister as deputy monitor—what a perfect pairing.

Besides, everyone had seen Qian Renxue's strength yesterday. She was no weaker than Qian Renchuan.

But Qian Renxue frowned deeply.

Deputy monitor?

I don't want to be deputy monitor.

I just want to focus on cultivating. Being deputy monitor would only slow me down.

Qian Renchuan could hear Qian Renxue's thoughts, of course.

After listening, he nodded to himself.

Exactly.

The deputy monitor position definitely can't go to Qian Renxue.

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

How will she cultivate like her life depends on it?

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

Qian Renchuan turned to Zhang Meng.

"Then you be the 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?

That was great!

They knew Zhang Meng and could talk to him easily. It was much better than dealing with the icy Miss Xue.

"Me? 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 the deputy monitor, then I am!"

"I'll make sure to support you. I'll handle every big and small matter in the class!"

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.

Zhang Meng included.

So you only agreed to be monitor to get someone else to do the work and keep everyone quiet while you sleep?

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

Of course. I knew someone with his personality would never actually take on the class monitor's duties.

He just wants someone else to do all the work.

He's hopeless! He can't even take this tiny bit of responsibility!

Qian Renxue wished he would do better, but there was nothing she could do.

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

When class officially began,

every student was present.

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

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

From the podium, Instructor Zhao announced to everyone that Qian Renchuan was the new class monitor and Zhang Meng the deputy monitor.

Zhao Mang and Li Yan were both shocked.

What on earth happened last night?

How did everything change overnight?

At noon,

the bell rang to end class.

Instructor Zhao gathered his lesson notes and left the classroom.

Normally, the moment the bell rang, these students would be the first to rush out and race to the cafeteria for food.

Today was completely different.

Qian Renchuan was the class monitor now.

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

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

Qian Renchuan headed for the cafeteria.

Zhang Meng immediately followed with a group of his underlings.

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

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

Though I suppose it doesn't feel bad.