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Chapter 10 [10] Aunt's Bane

Eight o'clock sharp.

"Ding-ling~"

The class bell rang.

The first class in the morning was called "History of the Divine Banyan", which was about the history of the entire human homeland, the Myriad Radiance Divine Banyan, this super divine tree.

To some extent, this was also the history of mankind.

The main teacher was a beautiful young woman named "Ye Qin", about thirty years old, which was the most mature and charming age for a woman.

Naturally, this was the class that all the boys in the class liked the most.

Ye Qin walked into the classroom quickly and announced a message: "Everyone, a team of Black Armor Army warriors has arrived at the school gate."

The students were in an uproar.

Cheng Han's heart jumped.

The officials were finally taking action!

Ye Qin raised her hands, signaling everyone to be quiet, and said another message: "In addition, the Black Armor Army has ordered that no one may leave the school without permission."

The classroom became even more lively.

The students had been in the Fifteenth High School for three years, and it was the first time they had encountered such a thing, so they were all extremely surprised.

A tall boy stood up and asked loudly: "Teacher Ye, why did the Black Armor Army suddenly seal off the school?"

This person was Fang Han.

His observation time in the meditation class was close to fifty seconds, and he was recognized by the whole class as the top student with the highest probability of forming a seal.

Fang Han guessed pretentiously: "Could it be that there are demons hidden in the school?"

As soon as this statement came out, many students showed expressions of panic.

Ye Qin immediately came out to refute the rumor: "There are absolutely no demons in the school. The purpose of the Black Armor Army coming to the Fifteenth High School is to protect everyone's safety."

However, due to being led astray by Fang Han, many students were still skeptical.

Even Qian Qingqing was no exception.

The little girl looked worried: "What should we do if the school is attacked?"

Cheng Han glanced at her and said calmly: "Don't worry, the school will be fine."

As the "mastermind" of this incident, he naturally knew that the real target of the Black Armor Army was actually the blood-headed spider in the textile factory.

The teacher was right, the Black Armor Army specially sent people to guard the school gate in order to protect the students.

Qian Qingqing asked: "How do you know?"

Cheng Han asked back: "What is the favorite sacrifice of the evil god?"

Qian Qingqing hesitated for a moment and replied: "Of course it is the soul."

Cheng Han continued to ask: "Students are not yet eighteen years old, and their soul strength is obviously inferior to that of adults. If you were a believer of the evil god, would you choose students?"

Qian Qingqing suddenly understood, her tone filled with admiration: "Cheng Han, you are right!"

She said in a low voice again: "This Fang Han is talking nonsense, making me worry for nothing."

At this time, Wen Jie suddenly interjected: "That's not necessarily true. The believers of the evil god are all unreasonable lunatics, and they can do anything."

Cheng Han was too lazy to pay attention to him.

All the facts foreseen by the Eye of Omniscience before were enough to prove one thing: the believers of the evil god were only acting crazy, they were not without brains.

Qian Qingqing retorted without hesitation: "Wen Jie, are you stupid? You are in the school yourself, and you still want to be attacked?"

Wen Jie was choked.

"Bang! Bang!"

Ye Qin knocked on the podium a few times and said loudly: "Classmates, please be quiet, let's start the class now."

The noise quickly disappeared.

Ye Qin cleared her throat and said slowly: "In the last class, everyone learned about the history of the Divine Banyan in the early Middle Ages. At that time, the power of the three major evil gods was at its peak.

"It is worth noting that in addition to them, there were also some weaker evil gods in the early Middle Ages. Today, let's learn about these evil gods together..."

Cheng Han listened very attentively.

In another space-time, the recorded history of mankind is only a few thousand years, while the human history of this world spans an astonishing thirty thousand years.

Therefore, he had a strong interest in this class.

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The school provides a free lunch at noon, but the dishes are mainly vegetarian. Meat dishes are only available every two days. Students from slightly better-off families usually bring some food.

When the bell rang for the end of the fourth class, the students poured out of the classroom.

Cheng Han was about to go to the cafeteria when he suddenly noticed that Qian Qingqing's face was not right, and her eyebrows were tightly frowned.

He asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Qian Qingqing leaned over the table, her voice as small as a mosquito: "My stomach hurts."

If it were other boys, they would definitely think it was a stomachache, but Cheng Han saw that she was holding her abdomen with her right hand, and immediately understood the reason - the little girl's period had come.

At her age, this was not considered early.

And dysmenorrhea is a common and difficult disease, and a considerable number of women have this problem.

Cheng Han hesitated for a moment and asked: "Do you want me to help you..."

He originally planned to bring food for the little girl, but halfway through his words, a flash of inspiration came to his mind: "I have a way that might help you relieve the pain."

Qian Qingqing turned her head to look over: "What way?"

Cheng Han made a "massage" gesture: "Let me rub your lower abdomen."

Qian Qingqing was a little shy: "Is that okay?"

After all, there was a difference between men and women. Even if they were classmates, she felt very embarrassed.

The little girl also showed a suspicious look: "I've rubbed it myself, but it doesn't work at all."

Cheng Han explained with a smile: "This is a secret technique passed down from my family, which is very different from ordinary massage techniques."

Qian Qingqing said "Bah": "You are an orphan, where did you get the ancestral craftsmanship?"

Cheng Han persuaded: "Trying it won't cost you a piece of meat, what if it works?"

He looked around the empty classroom: "Besides, everyone else is gone, no one will see, what are you afraid of?"

Qian Qingqing might have been in too much pain, and finally compromised: "Okay."

Cheng Han first rubbed his hands vigorously to warm his palms, then put his right hand on the little girl's abdomen and began to press gently.

At the same time, he activated the True Flame Remnant Mark with his mind.

The halo around the Remnant Mark instantly brightened a bit and began to absorb mental power spontaneously.

Qian Qingqing's pretty face flushed at first, then turned into surprise: "How did your palms become so warm after rubbing them a few times just now?"

Cheng Han smiled and said: "My hand speed is relatively fast."

Qian Qingqing didn't believe it: "But..."

Cheng Han interrupted the little girl: "Do you feel better?"

Qian Qingqing felt for a moment and nodded: "The pain seems to have lessened a little."

She was even more surprised: "How did you do it?"

Cheng Han nodded with satisfaction: "I said, this is a secret technique passed down from my family."

He said secretly in his heart: As expected of the True Flame Remnant Mark, it can actually treat dysmenorrhea!

In his previous life, he had read a piece of news that a woman suddenly had dysmenorrhea. It happened that there was a stone pier by the roadside. She felt unbearable pain, so she sat on the stone pier to rest.

It was summer at that time, and the stone pier was scorching hot from the sun. The woman sat for a while and felt that the pain had greatly improved.

Cheng Han felt that the Remnant Mark originated from the sun and contained magical power. It couldn't be worse than a sun-heated stone pier, right?

After more than ten seconds, Qian Qingqing shouted: "My stomach doesn't hurt at all."

Cheng Han retracted his right hand and nodded: "It seems that the effect of the ancestral secret technique is better than I imagined."

Qian Qingqing turned her head to look at her deskmate, admiring him to death: "Cheng Han, you are amazing!"

The little girl knew very well that the so-called "ancestral secret technique" was just an excuse, and he probably had unknown methods.

Cheng Han smiled and said: "You often bring me breakfast, it's nothing for me to help you a little, besides, it's just a piece of cake for me."

Qian Qingqing said seriously: "Thank you!"

Cheng Han waved his hand indifferently: "You're welcome."