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Chapter 54 [54] It's Okay, Don't Shoot Birds With A Slingshot, Mushroom Hole

Chapter 54: Don't Shoot Birds with a Slingshot for No Reason, Mushroom Cave

The next morning.

Perhaps it was the dawn that caused some changes, or perhaps the wind-resistant barrier of the Divine Banyan Tree's spirit leaves had strengthened, but the raging wind that had lasted all night had subsided by more than half.

On the way to school, the ground was covered with broken branches and fallen leaves. Many trees had even been blown down, and the city seemed to have suffered a disaster.

The temperature was also much lower than yesterday.

The cold wind blowing in their faces was even more piercing.

Pedestrians were all bundled up tightly, with many people even covering their faces with scarves, only revealing their eyes.

Cheng Han didn't care about this.

He possessed the True Flame Residual Seal, which was like carrying a hand warmer with him.

Cold?

Nonexistent!

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

He looked around and saw that there was no one nearby, muttering to himself, "As a model citizen who has repeatedly assisted the authorities in fighting crime, I can't just ignore it."

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to move it without the strength of five or six adults working together.

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

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

A puff of smoke emerged.

The trunk was instantly cut into several pieces.

He then used the technique of the Mountain Moving Hand, effortlessly lifting pieces of wood weighing hundreds of kilograms and throwing them to the side of the road.

"Clap! Clap!"

Cheng Han clapped his hands a few times and smiled, saying, "Do a good deed every day, accumulate three thousand merits... Oops, I made a mistake, I mean, complete a task!"

Although he was delayed for a while on the way, Cheng Han arrived at school a few minutes earlier than usual.

There was no other reason.

The bicycle that the little girl's father had purchased through a proxy was worth two months' salary for an ordinary person, and it was really smooth to ride. Unconsciously, he rode a bit faster.

Entering the classroom, he slowed down his pace.

Because there was a female classmate on duty, vigorously wiping his desk.

When she noticed him approaching, she quickly said, "Cheng Han, please wait a moment, I'll finish wiping it soon."

Cheng Han smiled and politely said, "No rush, thank you for your hard work."

The female classmate was a little surprised by the favor, "Today, I'm in charge of cleaning, it's my duty."

Her movements sped up a lot. She first wiped it carefully with a wet cloth, then changed to a dry cloth to wipe away the remaining water stains.

The female classmate turned around and said attentively, "Cheng Han, it's done."

Cheng Han nodded and expressed his gratitude, "Thank you for your hard work."

The female classmate smiled widely, "No hard work at all!"

By comparison, it was clear to see that there were some water stains on the other desks, and if they weren't wiped dry, they would definitely wet the clothes. Cheng Han's desk, on the other hand, was clean and dry.

The same applied to the floor.

His desk was cleaned more diligently by his classmates, while other areas were somewhat careless.

These were insignificant details, but they reflected something deeper - even though the students were in the same classroom, there were still invisible hierarchies that could be seen everywhere.

This was not only reflected in their words and actions.

It was deeply rooted in everyone's souls.

Let's take another typical example - Wen Jie.

Due to Qian Qingqing's influence, this guy had always been at odds with Cheng Han, and he had even said some strange things behind his back.

But as Cheng Han rose like a comet, Wen Jie was completely marginalized in the class. The classmates who used to be close to him now rarely interacted with him.

Sometimes, when Cheng Han saw his lonely and desolate figure, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

Third period in the morning.

The homeroom teacher, Yan Dongshan, announced a strange piece of news, "The Council has issued a new law, effective immediately, that prohibits the hunting of night owls. Violators will be heavily 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 the money, you'll have to do hard labor."

Yan Dongshan reminded, "Everyone, be careful not to play with slingshots and shoot birds for fun. If you accidentally kill a night owl, your parents will have worked for nothing for half a month."

Cheng Han listened with a strange expression on his face.

Last night, he remotely controlled a group of night owls to help the official workers kill a follower of the foreign god. And today, a law was enacted to protect night owls. What exactly does this mean?

Is this a message of goodwill to the mysterious person?

Qian Qingqing muttered, "I think the officials in the Council have lost their minds. Why do they even bother with such trivial matters?"

The little girl thought for a moment and gave an evaluation, "Eating a meal without meat!"

Cheng Han absentmindedly agreed, "That's right!"

But he had a different thought in his mind.

Is it really just eating a meal without meat?

Upon deeper reflection, it seemed to have a deeper meaning.

The Divine Descent Group knew that the mole was extremely skilled at manipulating night owls. They couldn't distinguish which night owls were the mole's eyes and ears, so they would avoid them when they saw them.

But once the law was fully implemented, the number of night owls in Qinglin City would undoubtedly increase.

In this way, would the followers of the foreign god dare to cause trouble in Qinglin City?

Of course not!

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

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

Double kill with one arrow!

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

In this world, mushrooms of various kinds are the most common food.

Especially in the long winter, with fewer vegetable varieties and low production, mushrooms directly dominate the common people's dining tables.

Qian Qingqing often "feeds" her tablemates with food, and mushrooms account for a considerable proportion.

Of course, as a girl from a well-off family, most of the mushrooms she eats are expensive high-end ones.

Under the 15th Middle School, a large-scale mushroom farm has been built, and a course called "Practical Mushroom Cultivation Techniques" has been arranged on the timetable.

The students are used to calling the underground farm the "Mushroom Cave" and the course "Mushroom Class".

Cheng Han felt that this course was actually using the students as free labor and teaching them some related knowledge on the side.

There happened to be a mushroom class in the afternoon.

Due to the farm's large size of two hundred mu, it can accommodate multiple classes, and today three classes are having class at the same time.

Ten minutes before class.

The entrance of the mushroom farm was already crowded with students.

Cheng Han was among them.

As the school's star who often steals the limelight, he naturally became the object of attention for the students from the other two classes, enjoying countless gazes focused on him.

Various strange voices floated into his ears.

"He doesn't look handsome, but he has a great temperament!"

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

"I heard that yesterday Cheng Han sent Jun Changkong flying more than twenty meters with one palm, and today Jun Changkong was scared to not dare to come, afraid of being beaten again."

The corner of Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

More than twenty meters?

The training hall in Lan Tower is not even twenty meters long. Who spread such an exaggerated rumor?

If it weren't for another purpose, he would never have come early and be surrounded like a rare animal.

Very annoying!

After a while.

Cheng Han silently made a deduction.

A stream of information flashed by.

He slightly turned his head and discreetly glanced at the crowd, quietly using the "imprint" technique to "imprint" a face in his mind.

This person is a student from Class 8 of the third year, named - Montat.

This guy's appearance is somewhat different, with light green pupils and a hint of golden color in his hair, while other classmates all have black hair and black pupils.

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

Cheng Han felt that Montat was a bit like a Sartrean name.

This mushroom class happened to be with Class 8 of the third year, so he specially came early to wait here just to catch a glimpse of the other person's face and capture a "connection".

"Squeak~"

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

The crystal energy lights 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 there so many people waiting at the door today?"

This person immediately realized and smiled, "I understand, Class 2 of the third year is having class today, and everyone came to see Cheng Han, right?"

Many students nodded.

Cheng Han felt speechless.

The young teacher's character was quite humorous, "Cheng Han should be here, right? You are the first class leader in Lan Tower for six years, and the Mushroom Cave welcomes your arrival!"

This person gestured with a smile, "Please, Class Leader Cheng, enter the farm first and clear the way for us."

In the eyes of everyone, this was an honor.

Cheng Han was made uncomfortable and quickly refused, "No need, let other students go in first."

The young teacher was a bit regretful, but did not insist, "Alright, everyone go in."

The crowd immediately started moving and slowly poured into the passage.

Cheng Han stood still.

After more than ten seconds.

A cry suddenly came from the passage, "Ah~"

Followed by a terrified scream, "Ghost eye! I saw a ghost eye!"

From the sound of it, the speaker was Wen Jie.

The crowd instantly erupted into a huge commotion.

Cheng Han's heart skipped a beat, and the word "stampede" instantly came to his mind!