Early the next morning.

Maybe it was the dawn that caused some kind of change, or maybe it was the wind-resistant enchantment of the Banyan Spirit Leaf that had strengthened, and the wind that raged all night calmed down most of it.

On the way to the school, the road was full of broken branches and leaves, and many trees were even blown down, and the city felt like it had suffered a catastrophe.

The temperature is also much lower than yesterday.

The oncoming cold wind was even more biting.

Passers-by were all tightly wrapped, and many of them even covered their faces with scarves, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Cheng Han doesn't care about this.

He is carrying the remnants of true flame, which is equivalent to carrying a warm baby with him.

Cold?

Inexistent!

While passing a small road, Cheng Han noticed that a large tree that was more than an adult's waist was blown down by the strong wind and happened to be in the middle of the road.

He turned his head to look around, saw that there was no one around, and muttered, "As an exemplary citizen who has repeatedly assisted the authorities in fighting crime, I can't leave it alone." ”

Normally, without five or six adults working together, don't want to remove it.

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

Cheng Han stopped the bicycle and waved his right hand a few times, and a thread of flame flashed away, so fast that it was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

A puff of green smoke came out.

The trunk was cut into several pieces in an instant.

He also used the skill of a mountain movers, and effortlessly picked up pieces of wood weighing 100 catties and threw them to the side of the road.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

Cheng Han slapped his face a few times and said with a smile: "Do a good deed every day, wait for the palace...... Wrong, three thousand! ”

*

Although there was a short delay in the middle of the process, Cheng Han arrived at the school a few minutes earlier than usual.

There is no other reason.

The bicycle purchased by the little girl and her father is worthy of the high price of ordinary people's two-month salary, and it is really smooth to ride, and she unconsciously rides faster.

Stepping into the classroom, he slowed down.

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

The other party noticed him coming, and hurriedly said, "Cheng Han, you wait a while, and it will be wiped immediately." ”

Cheng Han smiled back and said politely: "Don't worry, I'm tired of you." ”

The female classmate was a little flattered: "Today I am in charge of cleaning, this is my job." ”

Her movements sped up a lot, first with a wet rag, carefully wiped it, and then replaced it with a dry rag to wipe off the remaining water stains.

The female classmate turned her head and said earnestly: "Cheng Han, it's okay." ”

Cheng Han bowed his head: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

The female classmate showed a big smile: "It's not hard!" ”

In comparison, it can be clearly seen that there are some water traces left on other desks, which will definitely wet the clothes if they are not wiped dry, while Cheng Han's is clean.

The same is true on the ground.

Around his desk, his classmates swept more carefully, and the rest of the place was a little sloppy.

It's a small detail, but it reflects something deep – even when students are in the same classroom, invisible hierarchies are still there and can be seen everywhere.

It's not just about words and deeds.

It is deeply rooted in the soul of all people.

Let's take another typical case - Wen Jie.

Because of Qian Qingqing, this guy has always been at odds with Cheng Han, and he has secretly said a lot of strange things.

And with Cheng Han's rise like a comet, Wen Jie has been completely marginalized in the class, and the classmates who used to be close to him don't have much contact with him now.

Sometimes Cheng Han felt a little pitiful when he looked at him alone.

*

The third class in the morning.

Yan Dongshan, the head teacher, reported a strange news: "The council has issued a new law, from now on, no one is allowed to hunt night owls, and violators will be severely punished."

"Killing one is fined ten silver coins, killing two is fined thirty silver coins, and the sum is added up in turn, and if there is no money, you have to do hard labor."

Yan Dongshan reminded: "Everyone must pay attention, don't use a slingshot to play with birds, if you accidentally kill a night owl, your parents will work for half a month." ”

Cheng Han listened strangely.

Last night, he remotely controlled the night owl flock, killed a cultist of the alien god for helping the official workers, and today he issued a law to protect the night owl, what does this mean?

Is this a message of kindness to the mysterious person?

Qian Qingqing muttered: "I think the officials of the Council and the Political Department have their brains in water, how can they even care about such a trivial matter?" ”

The little girl thought about it and gave an evaluation: "Corpse vegetarian meal!" ”

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

But he had a different idea in his mind.

Is it really a corpse vegetarian meal?

Thinking deeply, it seems to have a deep meaning.

The Divine Descending Group knew that the inner ghosts were extremely good at controlling the night owls, and they couldn't tell which night owls were the eyes and ears of the inner ghosts, and they would only hide when they saw them.

And once the law is fully implemented, the number of night owls in Qinglin City will surely increase.

In this way, do the cultists of the other gods still dare to mess around in Qinglin City?

Of course not!

In other words, it's actually a very clever strategy.

On the one hand, it conveys goodwill to the mysterious person, and on the other hand, it borrows the name of the mysterious person, which greatly deters the believers of other gods.

Kill two birds with one stone!

Cheng Han couldn't help but secretly praise: "There are a lot of smart people in the official!" ”

*

In this side of the world, there are many kinds of mushrooms, which are the most common food.

Especially in the long cold winter, when the variety of vegetables is small and the yield is not high, mushrooms directly dominate the tables of the common people.

Qian Qingqing "feeds" the food at the same table every day, and mushrooms account for a very high proportion.

Of course, with the family background of the little girl, most of them are high-end goods with more expensive prices.

In the basement of the 15th Middle School, a large-scale mushroom farm was built, and a course on "Practical Mushroom Cultivation Techniques" was arranged in the curriculum.

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

Cheng Han feels that this course actually treats students as free labor and teaches a little relevant knowledge by the way.

There happened to be a mushroom class in the afternoon.

Since the farm is two hundred acres high and can accommodate several classes, today there are three classes at the same time.

Ten minutes before class.

At the entrance of the mushroom farm, students are already standing.

Cheng Han is also one of them.

As the star of the school, he naturally became the onlooker of the students in the other two classes, and enjoyed the attention of countless eyes.

All kinds of strange sounds drifted into his ears.

"It doesn't look handsome, but it's so temperamental!"

"I think it's pretty handsome, I just like this genre!"

"I heard that yesterday Cheng Han slapped Jun Changkong with one palm and flew more than 20 meters, but today Jun Changkong was so frightened that he didn't dare to come, for fear of being beaten again."

The corners of Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

More than twenty meters?

The drill hall of Lan Lou is not twenty meters long, which bastard is so outrageous?

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

Annoying!

After a while.

Cheng Han silently made a deduction.

A stream of information flashed.

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

This person is a student in the eighth class of the third grade, and his name is - Mundat.

This guy's appearance is a little different, his pupils are pale green, and his hair lacks a hint of blonde, while the other classmates are all black-haired and black-eyed.

Zhou Yang, the dead ghost who was killed by the official workers last night, has a strange Sartre name - Toris Gil.

Cheng Han felt that Mundat was a bit like Sartre's name.

This mushroom class happened to be the same as the eighth class of the third year, so he deliberately came here in advance to wait, just to take a look at the other party's face and intercept a "relevance".

"Squeak~"

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

The crystal energy lamps in the underground passage lit up in unison.

The classmates immediately quieted down.

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

This person immediately reacted and laughed: "I understand, the second class of the third year came to class today, everyone came to see Cheng Han, right?" ”

Many students nodded.

Cheng Han was speechless.

The young teacher's temperament is quite witty: "Cheng Han should be here, right?" You are the first squad leader of Lan Lou in the past six years, and you are very welcome to the mushroom cave! ”

This person smiled and made a gesture: "Please enter the farm first and open the way for us." ”

In the eyes of everyone, this is an honor.

Cheng Han was so nervous that he hurriedly refused: "No need, let the other students go in first." ”

The young teacher was a little regretful, but he didn't force it: "Okay, let's all go in." ”

The flow of people immediately moved and slowly poured into the passage.

Cheng Han stood still.

More than a dozen seconds passed.

An exclamation suddenly came from the passage: "Ah~"

Then a terrified shout: "Ghost Eyes! I see the ghost eye! ”

From the sound of the voice, the speaker is exactly Wen Jie.

The crowd erupted into a huge commotion in an instant.

Cheng Han's heart froze, and a word instantly came to mind - trampling!

This passage is crowded with nearly 100 students, and if everyone scrambles to escape, it will inevitably lead to a serious stampede.