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For the next period of time, Cheng Han was overwhelmed.

The head teacher, Yan Dongshan, came upon hearing the news, solemnly expressed his congratulations, and spoke at length.

The specific content need not be elaborated, but the core meaning was—to call on all students in the class to learn from Cheng Han.

The other students all looked envious.

However, Cheng Han was already a man in his twenties before he transmigrated, and facing this situation, he really felt a little awkward.

And every teacher who taught a class would get to know Cheng Han again.

Especially Ye Qin, the beautiful young woman who taught Shen Rong history, showed a very charming and bright smile, and said seriously: "Student Cheng Han, please give me more guidance in the future!"

This was not a joke.

Now the whole school knows that Vice Principal Yan Dongting personally asserted that Cheng Han will definitely become a warrior in the future, and even becoming a captain of the Black Armor Army is not out of reach.

In everyone's opinion, his future is infinitely bright.

Isn't it natural for teachers to behave so politely?

And during class breaks, the flow of people outside the corridor was even more endless, more than ten times more lively than a vegetable market.

The melon-eating masses passing by the classroom door or window would invariably turn their heads to look inside, and many people would point and point.

Cheng Han sighed deeply and murmured in a low voice: "This is no way to live."

He was extremely regretful in his heart that he shouldn't have been a leader.

But then again.

Cheng Han really didn't intend to be so high-profile, but these people's eyesight was so sharp that he couldn't hide his clumsiness even if he wanted to.

His deskmate, Qian Qingqing, asked curiously, "Cheng Han, what are you muttering about again?"

Cheng Han glanced at her, too lazy to explain, and picked up a book by himself, blocking it in front of his face.

So annoying!

Out of sight, out of mind!

The little girl glanced at the crowd outside the door, and immediately giggled.

After a while.

Qian Qingqing suddenly spat hatefully: "Why are these fifth-grade senior girls so shameless?"

Cheng Han blinked.

What did this little girl see?

He put the book down a little and glanced at the gate.

What he saw were a few beautifully dressed and pretty figures, blocking the door openly, whispering from time to time.

Compared to the flat-chested little girl, their development was much better, their figures could be described as graceful, and with their youthful and beautiful appearance, they looked extraordinarily pleasing to the eye.

And this scene naturally attracted the attention of all the boys in the class.

Cheng Han suddenly understood, no wonder the little girl felt a strong competitive pressure.

Qian Qingqing turned her head to look over, with jealousy in her voice: "Cheng Han, I heard that the boys in the school call them the four orchids of No. 15 Middle School, which one do you fancy?"

Cheng Han had the mind to tease her, and said leisurely: "You are better than all of them."

Qian Qingqing's pretty face was instantly covered with blush.

Cheng Han chuckled secretly and re-covered his face with the book.

To be fair, he really thought the little girl was good.

This little girl is not only beautiful, but also gentle and virtuous, and her family is also quite good, and she is also very skillful. A considerable part of the snacks she usually feeds are made by herself.

In short, there are many advantages.

Although it is currently a calm and unremarkable small flat board, time contains the great power of vicissitudes of life. As long as a few more years pass, it is very likely that the plain will turn into a strange peak.

Cheng Han sincerely felt that when he reached the age to consider marriage, marrying the little girl should be a good choice.

"Ding Ling~"

The bell rang.

The last class in the afternoon, which is the self-study class, began.

The melon-eating masses fled in all directions, and the four orchids also drifted away.

Cheng Han breathed a sigh of relief and put down the book.

Qian Qingqing also breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought of the feeding plan for the next day, and asked with a smile: "Cheng Han, what do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll bring it for you!"

Cheng Han pondered for a while and reported a name: "Orchid cake."

The little girl glared at him fiercely, looking angry: "That won't do! Change one!"

She hates orchids!

And hates everything related to orchids!

*

After school.

Cheng Han quickly left the school, enduring the gazes of onlookers along the way.

He rode his bicycle for a while, and a feather beast ran over from behind, the muffled footsteps of "bang bang" vibrated the ground.

Above the saddle on the back of the feather beast, sat a middle-aged man and a boy who was not tall.

"Ding~ Ding~"

The boy suddenly rang an exquisite bell.

This is a beast bell that every feather beast is equipped with, which can communicate with the feather beast and also remind passers-by to give way.

Cheng Han subconsciously turned his head and glanced.

The boy waved his right hand vigorously and shouted enthusiastically: "Senior Cheng Han!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and immediately showed a friendly smile, and gently waved a few times.

The feather beast wearing a muzzle also turned its head and looked over, a pair of vertical pupils showing curiosity.

Out of politeness, Cheng Han had to wave back at the other party.

The boy smiled even happier.

"Bang! Bang!"

The footsteps of the feather beast went away.

Cheng Han shook his head speechlessly: "There is no peace on the way home."

*

Cheng Han did not go directly back to Shanyi Fang, but rode to a nearby vegetable market.

He had promised that as long as he solved the mastermind behind the grass dog incident, that is, Qin Zicheng, he would bake a fragrant roasted whole rabbit for the black cat.

He planned to go to the vegetable market to buy some seasonings and fulfill his promise tonight.

Not long.

Cheng Han arrived at the vegetable market, first locked his bicycle, and walked around inside for half a circle, and found a stall specializing in selling seasonings.

This was a stall he had patronized many times.

But the stall owner was not an old face.

Instead, it was replaced by an ordinary-looking young woman, and she was carrying a pair of twin girls, about three years old, presumably her daughters.

Cheng Han asked curiously: "Where is Uncle Chen? Did he transfer the stall?"

The female stall owner was stunned for a moment, and showed a tired smile: "The stall has not been transferred, but my dad has been sick these days, and I am helping to look after the stall temporarily."

She then asked: "Are you an old customer? What do you want to buy?"

Cheng Han skillfully reported the names of several seasonings and the corresponding weights.

The female stall owner smiled and said: "Please wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

The twins next to her were at the age of being lively and active, and they couldn't sit still at all. They secretly took some seasonings while their mother was not paying attention.

The female stall owner noticed it and scolded: "Linlin, Longlong, don't take things randomly, quickly put them back."

Her hands were picking up seasonings, and she wanted to stop her daughters, and she was a little flustered for a while.

Cheng Han's heart moved, and he stared at the twins and asked, "Little guys, as long as you don't make trouble, I'll do a magic trick for you, okay?"

The twins looked at each other and nodded together: "Okay!"

Cheng Han pointed to the stall: "You put things back first."

The twins obediently put down the things.

The female stall owner's lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Cheng Han raised his right hand and smiled: "Watch carefully."

"Pa!"

He snapped his fingers.

A large cluster of sparks suddenly burst out, rustling and falling down, disappearing.

This trick looked quite cool.

The twins shouted in surprise: "Wow!"

Cheng Han touched their heads: "Listen to your mother, understand?"

The twins nodded repeatedly: "Yes!"

The female stall owner was surprised and said politely: "Thank you!"

She didn't expect that this young man who came to buy seasonings would have such a special skill.

Cheng Han waved his hand: "It doesn't matter."

This hand-rubbing spark is naturally a small application technique of the True Flame Remnant Seal.

The street performers in this world also play such small tricks. The difference is that the latter uses some kind of flammable material, while he uses supernatural power.

After Cheng Han finished buying the seasonings, he greeted the twins again, and then turned and left.

"Cough! Cough!"

A violent cough suddenly sounded.

Cheng Han looked back and found that the twins were coughing so hard that they couldn't catch their breath.

The female stall owner asked in panic: "Linlin, Longlong, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Cheng Han frowned.

If only one little girl is coughing, this can be explained by illness. After all, the temperature is low in the morning and evening, and children have weak resistance, and it is indeed easy to get sick.

But two little girls coughing together is obviously very wrong.