Start By Parsing The Sun

Chapter 82: Everyone Knows Cheng Han

Morning.

As Cheng Han passed by his neighbor's house, he noticed that Zhang Tie hadn't left yet.

The little boy stood at the door, holding his sister Zhang Wen in his arms, his face filled with worry.

It was clear that Zhang Tie already knew about the strange incident with the Flame Giant and was extremely worried that his father might be in danger.

After Cheng Han walked past, he overheard the conversation between the siblings.

"Brother, where did Mom and Dad go?"

"They went out to do something very important."

"What is it?"

"Wen Wen, Dad might have to go on a long trip in a few days and won't be back for a long time."

"Can I go with Dad?"

"No... sob... you have to stay... sob... at home."

"Why are you crying, brother?"

Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

Previously, he deliberately used the excuse of the strange incident to secretly teach Zhang Dashan how to make Jianbing Guozi, not just to play a prank on this family.

As a nobleman, he always plans before taking action. How could he make fun of a disabled person?

In fact, the strangeness was part of a series of plans.

And it was a crucial part.

According to the deduction results, the following script was as follows:

Zhang Dashan would be worried for a few days, but in the end, he would be safe. Influenced by his subconscious mind and under the pressure of making a living, he would decide to try making Jianbing Guozi.

After this attempt, the couple would suddenly realize that the taste of Jianbing Guozi was good, and it seemed like a promising way to make a living.

After several days of preparation, the couple set up a Jianbing Guozi stall near the Sixteenth Elementary School.

At this point, the role of the strangeness became apparent.

Having encountered terrifying strangeness but survived unscathed, Zhang Dashan naturally carried a layer of "luck" on him.

In this world, where all kinds of strange things happened every year and every month, which commoner wouldn't want to have Zhang Dashan's good luck?

As a result, many people, with the simple mentality of "buying Jianbing Guozi, buying good luck," deliberately bought a serving of Jianbing Guozi at the stall.

Coincidentally, the recipe deduced by Cheng Han not only tasted good but was also reasonably priced, leading to an increasing number of repeat customers.

In just a few days, the couple's business started to flourish.

Interestingly, the name of Jianbing Guozi quietly changed, and many people preferred to call it "Xingyun Guozi" - Lucky Fruit.

Cheng Han sighed, "Although it's just a change in name, it reflects a profound psychology. For thousands of years, ordinary people have had a deep fear of strangeness."

He muttered to himself, "So what is the essence of strangeness?"

Unfortunately, with his current knowledge and understanding of the world, he clearly couldn't reach this level. He could only bury his doubts deep in his heart and slowly seek answers.

*

Starting today, Cheng Han no longer needed to walk to school.

Because yesterday, the school issued a notice that the Snow Beast Bus Company, a subsidiary of the Council of State Affairs, had officially started its winter operation for this year.

From now on, whenever there was heavy snowfall, students only needed to carry the school emblem to ride the bus to and from school for free.

This was a special preferential policy given to students by the Council of State Affairs.

On the right side of the gate of Shanyi Lane, about twenty meters away, a bus stop was set up, and a rudimentary wooden shed was built there.

Cheng Han waited for a few minutes and heard the crisp sound of a bell coming from a distance.

"Ding Ling~"

Mixed in with the sound of hooves hitting the ground.

"Dah! Dah!"

Soon, six snow-white "Snow Beasts" with several triangular red flags inserted on their backs, pulling a twelve-seat sleigh, quickly approached.

The Snow Beast Bus had arrived.

In Cheng Han's eyes, the appearance of the Snow Beasts was really strange.

Their bodies resembled reindeer from another time and space, but they had the head of a horse and a single horn on their foreheads, like a mythical creature.

"Hush!"

The coachman blew a whistle.

The Snow Beast Bus slowed down and stopped at the gate of Shanyi Lane.

Cheng Han took out his school emblem and shouted loudly, "I'm a student from the Fifteenth Middle School..."

Before he could finish speaking, two surprised female voices came from the sleigh.

"Principal Cheng!"

"So the principal lives here!"

The speakers were two girls sitting in the second row of the sleigh, waving enthusiastically at Cheng Han.

Cheng Han waved back, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Because they recognized him, but he was completely unfamiliar with their faces. But then again, this kind of thing had happened before.

The other passengers looked at Cheng Han with curious eyes.

It was well known that the principal was a very important position in the school and could only be held by outstanding students. Most students who had been principals would achieve great success in the future.

The coachman glanced at Cheng Han and his tone became more polite, "Hello, young man, please get on!"

He also explained, "This Snow Beast Bus has to detour to 'Linde Lane' and will arrive at the Fifteenth Middle School in about fifteen minutes."

Just then.

Cheng Han's mind went blank for a moment.

The Eye of Omniscience was triggered passively once again.

Illusions slowly emerged:

A sled drove several dozen meters when an accident occurred.

For some unknown reason, a snow beast went mad. It roared angrily twice and then lowered its head, aiming its horn at another snow beast, and forcefully rammed into it.

Although the horn had been polished and was not very sharp at the tip, it still deeply pierced into the companion's body under the tremendous impact.

The other four snow beasts were immediately frightened and panicked, running towards the other side, causing the sled to make a sharp turn.

And at a high speed, this led to a serious consequence - the sled overturned.

Due to inertia, many passengers were thrown out.

The lucky ones were not injured, only their clothes were dirtied, but the unlucky ones had their heads broken and blood flowing.

Cries filled the scene.

A moment later.

The illusion disappeared.

Cheng Han's expression changed, his gaze shifting to the several snow beasts. He quickly muttered, "Deduction!"

His scalp felt a slight chill.

A surge of information rushed in.

The coachman saw Cheng Han stop and urged, "Please get on the bus quickly, young man."

Cheng Han stared at the coachman, his expression solemn. "There is a big problem with this bus!"

He then turned to the passengers and decisively shouted, "Everyone, get off the bus quickly!"

The passengers were a bit confused.

The coachman was taken aback and angrily shouted, "Nonsense! I did a detailed inspection yesterday. How could there be a problem? If you don't get on, then forget it!"

He raised his voice, "Please hold on, the bus is about to depart."

The passengers grabbed onto the railing one after another.

It was clear that they didn't really believe there was a problem with the bus.

The coachman picked up a whistle with his left hand, placed it near his mouth, and blew it forcefully.

"Hush~"

Six well-trained snow beasts started moving their hooves.

The bus slowly started.

Cheng Han shook his head, slightly lifted his right foot, and forcefully kicked the snow.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

Snow dust floated up.

In an instant, Cheng Han turned into a wisp of breeze, swiftly floating more than ten meters ahead, blocking the path of the sled. His foot skimmed the snow, leaving behind a long trail.

It was the "Deng Que" stance.

Including the coachman, everyone witnessed this scene and was stunned.

The snow beasts became uneasy when they saw someone blocking the road. They snorted anxiously and lightly flicked their tails.

This action was reminiscent of a horse from another time and space.

Cheng Han stood tall, communicating with the residual spirit imprint through his mind, and stared at the snow beasts. "Relax and stay here, don't move, understand?"

In the sea of his spiritual consciousness, a faint blue light sphere radiated brightly, releasing an invisible force.

The snow beasts immediately quieted down.

The unease in their big eyes also subsided.

The coachman's heart skipped a beat.

Although snow beasts were generally gentle, they wouldn't obey the commands of strangers. This situation truly surprised him.

The coachman realized that this young man was not ordinary and quickly pulled out his tiger skin, saying sternly, "The Snow Beast Bus is the property of the Council of Governance. I am employed by the Council of Governance. It's best if you don't cause trouble."

This statement seemed severe, but it was actually for self-preservation.

Cheng Han remained calm. "I just sensed that one of the snow beasts pulling the sled might be infected with 'Ice Charm.' This bus cannot continue!"

His voice was calm, but to the others, it was earth-shattering.

The so-called "Ice Charm" was a strange phenomenon that often occurred during the winter season, especially in heavy snow.

The passengers immediately became agitated.

"Is that possible?"

"Could there really be Ice Charm?"

Two girls from the 15th Middle School looked at each other nervously and quickly jumped off the sled.

With these two leading the way, the other passengers also jumped off the bus one after another.

After all, when it came to strange events, normal people would rather believe they existed. Otherwise, if they really encountered one, they would have to explain it with their lives.

The coachman, however, didn't believe it at all. "This batch of snow beasts is definitely fine."

A round-faced girl suddenly interjected, "Mr. Coachman, Cheng Xuedu is only in the third grade, but he has become the captain of the school's Seal Class. He wouldn't casually say things."

Another petite girl chimed in, "A few months ago, during the Ghost Eye incident, Cheng Xuedu personally killed several followers of the Divine Cult."

The School Captain had left too many legendary stories on campus, so anything he said naturally carried a high level of credibility in the eyes of the students.

The coachman's expression changed slightly.

Being in the third grade and having the courage and strength to kill someone, even a fool knew that this was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

The gazes of the other passengers that looked over also changed instantly.

Originally curious and doubtful, they now held awe and admiration.

Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

Can you guys stop spreading rumors? I'm really worried that the rumors will continue to spread, and people will think I killed more than a dozen Divine Cult followers in one breath.

(End of this chapter)