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#54 - 【54】Don’t use a slingshot to shoot birds, mushroom cave

Chapter 54: Don't Use a Slingshot to Shoot Birds, Mushroom Cave

The next morning.

Perhaps it was the daylight that caused some change, or perhaps the wind-resistant barrier of the sacred banyan's spiritual leaves had strengthened, but the raging wind that had ravaged all night subsided for the most part.

On the way to school, the road was covered with fallen branches and leaves, and many trees were even blown down. The city looked as if it had suffered a catastrophe.

The temperature was also much lower than yesterday.

The oncoming cold wind was even more biting.

Passersby were all wrapped up tightly, and many people even covered their faces with scarves, revealing only their eyes.

Cheng Han didn't care about this.

He possessed the Remnant Mark of True Flame, which was like carrying a portable heater.

Cold?

Non-existent!

When passing a small road, Cheng Han noticed that a large tree, thicker than an adult's waist, had been blown down by the wind and was lying right in the middle of the road.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, and muttered, "As a model citizen who has repeatedly assisted the authorities in cracking down on crime, I can't ignore this."

Under normal circumstances, it would take five or six adults working together to move it.

But for Cheng Han, this was not a problem at all.

Cheng Han stopped his bicycle and waved his right hand a few times. A strand of flame flashed and disappeared, too fast for the naked eye to see clearly.

A wisp of green smoke rose.

The tree trunk was instantly cut into several sections.

He then used the skill of Moving Mountains, effortlessly lifting pieces of wood weighing hundreds of pounds and throwing them to the side of the road.

"Pa! Pa!"

Cheng Han clapped his hands a few times and smiled, "Doing a good deed every day, waiting for the palace... wrong, accumulating three thousand merits!"

Despite the slight delay in the middle, Cheng Han arrived at school a few minutes earlier than usual.

There was no other reason.

The bicycle that the little girl's father bought was worth the high price of two months' salary for an ordinary person. It was really smooth to ride, and he unconsciously rode faster.

Stepping into the classroom, he slowed down.

Because a female student on duty was working hard to wipe his desk.

The other party noticed him coming and quickly said, "Cheng Han, please wait a moment, I'll finish wiping it soon."

Cheng Han returned a smile and said politely, "No hurry, thank you for your trouble."

The female student was a little flattered: "I'm responsible for cleaning today, it's my duty."

Her movements sped up a lot. First, she used a wet rag to carefully wipe it once, and then changed to a dry rag to wipe off the remaining water stains.

The female student turned her head and said diligently, "Cheng Han, it's done."

Cheng Han nodded in thanks: "Thank you for your hard work."

The female student showed a big smile: "It's not hard work!"

In comparison, it could be clearly seen that other desks had some water stains left on them, and not wiping them dry would definitely wet the clothes, while Cheng Han's was clean.

The same was true for the ground.

The classmates swept more carefully around his desk, while other places were somewhat sloppy.

These were insignificant details, but they reflected some deeper things - even though the students were in the same classroom, invisible hierarchies still existed and were everywhere.

It was not only reflected in words and deeds.

It was even deeply rooted in everyone's soul.

To give another typical example - Wen Jie.

Due to Qian Qingqing's relationship, this guy had always been at odds with Cheng Han, and had said a lot of strange things in secret.

As Cheng Han rose like a comet, Wen Jie was completely marginalized in the class. The classmates who used to be close to him didn't interact with him much anymore.

Sometimes Cheng Han felt a little pitiful looking at his lonely appearance.

The third class in the morning.

The head teacher, Yan Dongshan, announced a strange message: "The Council Hall has promulgated a new law. From now on, no one is allowed to hunt nightjars, and violators will be severely punished.

"Killing one will result in a fine of ten silver coins, killing two will result in a fine of thirty silver coins, and so on. If you don't have money, you will have to do hard labor."

Yan Dongshan reminded: "Everyone must pay attention, don't play with slingshots to shoot birds for fun. If you accidentally kill a nightjar, your parents will have worked for half a month for nothing."

Cheng Han looked strange after hearing this.

Last night, he remotely controlled the nightjar flock to help the official workers kill a heretic god's follower. Today, a law was introduced to protect the nightjars. What does this mean?

Is this a message of goodwill to the mysterious person?

Qian Qingqing muttered, "I think the officials in the Council Hall have water in their brains. Why do they even care about such trivial matters?"

The little girl thought for a while and gave an evaluation: "Sitting in a high position and doing nothing!"

Cheng Han echoed absentmindedly: "That's right!"

But he had different ideas in his mind.

Is it really sitting in a high position and doing nothing?

Thinking deeper, it seemed to have a different meaning.

The God Descendant Group knew that the mole was extremely good at controlling nightjars. They couldn't tell which nightjars were the mole's eyes and ears, and would only avoid them when they saw nightjars.

Once the law is fully implemented, the number of nightjars in Qinglin City will definitely increase.

In this way, would the heretic god's followers dare to mess around in Qinglin City?

Of course not!

In other words, this is actually a very clever strategy.

On the one hand, it conveyed goodwill to the mysterious person, and on the other hand, it used the mysterious person's name to greatly deter the heretic god's followers.

Killing two birds with one stone!

Cheng Han couldn't help but praise secretly: "There are quite a few smart people in the government!"

In this world, a wide variety of mushrooms are the most common food.

Especially in the long winter, there are fewer types of vegetables, and the yield is not high. Mushrooms directly dominate the tables of ordinary people.

The food that Qian Qingqing routinely "fed" to her deskmate was a high proportion of mushrooms.

Of course, given the little girl's family background, most of them were expensive high-end goods.

Underneath the Fifteenth Middle School, there was a fairly large mushroom farm, and the curriculum also included a "Practical Mushroom Cultivation Technology" course.

Students were used to calling the underground farm "Mushroom Cave", and the course was called "Mushroom Class".

Cheng Han felt that this course was actually treating students as free labor, while teaching some related knowledge in passing.

There happened to be a mushroom class in the afternoon.

Since the farm was as large as two hundred acres, it could accommodate multiple classes. Today, three classes were taking the class at the same time.

Ten minutes before class.

The entrance to the mushroom farm was already full of students.

Cheng Han was also one of them.

As a high-profile star in the school, he naturally became the object of onlookers for students from the other two classes, enjoying the focus of countless eyes.

All kinds of strange voices floated into his ears.

"He's not handsome, but he has a lot of temperament!"

"I think he's quite handsome, I like this type!"

"I heard that yesterday Cheng Han slapped Jun Changkong more than twenty meters away. Today, Jun Changkong was so scared that he didn't dare to come, for fear of being beaten again."

The corner of Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

More than twenty meters?

The practice hall of Lanlou is not even twenty meters long. Which bastard spread it so outrageously?

If he didn't have another purpose, he would never have come early and been watched like a rare animal.

Very annoying!

After a while.

Cheng Han silently performed an inference once.

A stream of information flashed.

He slightly turned his head, glanced at the crowd without a trace, and quietly used the "Engrave" technique to "engrave" a face in his mind.

This person is a student in Class Eight of the third grade, named - Meng Date.

This guy's appearance is a bit different. His pupils are light green, and his hair is tinged with gold, while the other students have black hair and black eyes.

Zhou Yang, the dead ghost who was killed by the official workers last night, had a strange Satyr name - Torisgil.

Cheng Han felt that Meng Date looked a bit like a Satyr name.

This mushroom class happened to be with Class Eight of the third grade, so he specifically came here early to wait, just to take a look at the other party's face and intercept a "correlation".

"Creak ~"

The big iron gate at the entrance of the farm suddenly opened.

The crystal energy lamps in the underground passage lit up all at once.

The students immediately quieted down.

A young teacher came out and asked strangely, "There are still five minutes before class, why are so many people waiting at the door today."

The person then reacted and laughed: "I understand, Class Two of the third grade is coming to class today. Everyone is here to see student Cheng Han, right?"

Many students nodded.

Cheng Han was speechless.

The young teacher's temperament was quite humorous: "Student Cheng Han should be here, right? You are the first class leader of Lanlou in the past six years. The Mushroom Cave welcomes your arrival very much!"

This person smiled and made a gesture: "Please Class Leader Cheng enter the farm first and lead the way for us."

In everyone's opinion, this was an honor.

Cheng Han couldn't hold back and quickly refused: "No need, let the other students go in first."

The young teacher was a little regretful, but didn't force it: "Okay, everyone go in."

The crowd immediately moved and slowly poured into the passage.

Cheng Han stood still.

After more than ten seconds.

A cry of surprise suddenly came from the passage: "Ah ~"

Then there was an extremely terrified shout: "Ghost Eye! I saw Ghost Eye!"

Judging from the voice, the speaker was Wen Jie.

A huge commotion broke out in the crowd in an instant.

Cheng Han's heart trembled, and a word instantly came to his mind - Trampling!