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Chapter 54 [54] Don't shoot birds with a slingshot, mushroom hole

The next morning.

Maybe it was the dawn that caused a certain change, or maybe it was the strengthening of the wind resistance barrier of the sacred banyan leaf, and the strong wind that raged all night subsided for the most part.

On the way to the school, the road was full of broken branches and leaves, and many trees were even blown down. The city seemed to have encountered a catastrophe.

The temperature is also much lower than yesterday.

The oncoming cold wind was even more piercing.

The passers-by were all wrapped up tightly, and many people even covered their faces with scarves, only showing a pair of eyes.

Cheng Han didn't care about it.

He has the residual mark of real flames in his body, which is equivalent to carrying a warm baby with him.

cold?
nonexistent!

When passing a small road, Cheng Han noticed that a big tree thicker than a man's waist was blown down by the strong wind, and it happened to be in the middle of the road.

He turned his head to look around, saw no one around, and muttered: "As a model citizen who has repeatedly assisted the government in fighting crime, I can't ignore it."

Under normal circumstances, without the cooperation of five or six adults, it is impossible to remove it.

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

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

A puff of blue smoke came out.

The trunk was instantly cut into several sections.

Using the skill of a mountaineer, he effortlessly lifted pieces of wood weighing hundreds of catties and threw them to the side of the road.

"Crack! Crack!"

Cheng Han slapped his hands a few times, and said with a smile, "One good deed every day, waiting for the palace...wrong, the merit is three thousand!"

*
Although there was a short delay, Cheng Han arrived at the school a few minutes earlier than usual.

There is no reason for it.

The little girl's bicycle purchased by her father is worthy of the high price of two months' wages for ordinary people. It is really smooth to ride, and she can ride faster unconsciously.

Stepping into the classroom, he slowed down his pace.

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

The other party noticed that he was coming, and said quickly: "Cheng Han, just wait for a while, and it will be wiped off in no time."

Cheng Han smiled back and said politely, "Don't worry, I'll trouble you."

The female classmate was a little flattered: "I'm in charge of cleaning today, it's my job."

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

The female classmate turned her head and said courteously, "Cheng Han, it's done."

Cheng Han nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

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

Comparing it, it can be clearly seen that other desks have some water stains, which will definitely wet the clothes if they are not wiped dry, while Cheng Han's is clean.

The same goes for the ground.

Around his desk, the classmates swept more carefully, while other places were somewhat sloppy.

This is an insignificant detail, but it reflects something deep - even if students are in the same classroom, the invisible hierarchy still exists and can be seen everywhere.

Not just in words and deeds.

It is deeply rooted in the soul of all people.

Another typical case—Wen Jie.

Because of Qian Qingqing, this guy has been at odds with Cheng Han, and even said a lot of strange things in secret.

With the rise of Cheng Han 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 looking at his lonely appearance.

*
The third class in the morning.

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

"If you kill one, you will be fined [-] silver coins, if you kill two, you will be fined [-] silver coins, and they will be added up sequentially. If you have no money, you will have to do hard labor."

Yan Dongshan reminded: "Everyone must be careful, don't use a slingshot to shoot birds for fun. If you accidentally kill a night owl, your parents will have worked for nothing for half a month."

Cheng Han had a strange look on his face.

Last night, the night owl group was controlled remotely, and a believer of alien gods was killed to help the official workers. Today, the law is issued to protect the night owl. What does this mean?
Is this a message of kindness to the mysterious man?

Qian Qingqing murmured: "I think the officials of the Council have lost their minds, how can they even take care of such trivial matters?"

The little girl thought about it and gave a comment: "Vegetarian meal in the corpse!"

Cheng Han echoed absent-mindedly: "That's right!"

He had a different idea in his heart.

Is it really a vegetarian meal?
Thinking deeply, it seems that there is no deep meaning.

The Shenxiang team knew that the inner ghost was extremely good at manipulating the night owls. They couldn't tell which night owls were the eyes and ears of the inner ghost, and they would just run away when they saw the night owls.

And once the law is implemented in an all-round way, the number of night owls within Qinglin City will surely increase.

In this way, do the believers of the alien gods still dare to mess around in Qinglin City?
Of course not!

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

On the 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 believers of the alien gods.

Kill two birds with one stone!
Cheng Han couldn't help but secretly praised: "There are a lot of smart people in the government!"

*
In this world, a wide variety of mushrooms are the most common food.

Especially in the long cold winter, there are fewer types of vegetables and the output is not high. Mushrooms directly rule the tables of ordinary people.

Mushrooms account for a high proportion of the food that Qian Qingqing "feeds" to her tablemate every day.

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

In the basement of No.15 Middle School, a fairly large-scale mushroom farm was built, and the course schedule also arranged a course called "Practical Mushroom Cultivation Techniques".

Students are used to calling the underground farm "mushroom hole", and the course is called "mushroom class".

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

There happened to be a mushroom class in the afternoon.

Since the farm is as high as two hundred acres and can accommodate multiple classes, three classes are in class at the same time today.

10 minutes before class.

The entrance of the mushroom farm is already full of students.

Cheng Han is also one of them.

As the school's most prominent star, he naturally became the object of onlookers from 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 has a good temperament!"

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

"I heard that Cheng Han sent Jun Changkong flying more than 20 meters away with one palm yesterday. Today Jun Changkong was too scared to come here, for fear of being beaten again."

The corner of Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

More than 20 meters?

Lanlou's practice hall is not even 20 meters long, which bastard spread it so outrageously?
If it wasn't for another purpose, he would never come here ahead of time and be surrounded by people like a rare animal.

Very annoying!
After a while.

Cheng Han made a silent deduction.

A stream of information flashed by.

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

This person is a student in Class [-], Grade [-], named—Mondat.

This guy's appearance is a bit different, his pupils are light green, his hair lacks a hint of gold, while the other students have black hair and black pupils.

Zhou Yang, the dead ghost who was killed by the official workers last night, had a strange Satyr name-Torris Gill.

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

This mushroom class happened to be with Class [-] of the third year, so he came here to wait here in advance, just to take a look at the other party's face and intercept a "relevance".

"Squeak~"

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

The crystal lights in the underground passage lit up in unison.

The students immediately quieted down.

A young teacher came out and asked strangely: "There are still 5 minutes before class, why are there so many people waiting at the door today?"

The person came to his senses immediately and laughed: "I understand, class two of the third year came to class today, and everyone came to see Cheng Han, right?"

Many students nodded.

Cheng Han was speechless.

The young teacher's temperament is quite humorous: "Student Cheng Han should come, right? You are the first class monitor of Lan Lou for the past six years, Mushroom Cave welcomes you very much!"

The person smiled and made a hand gesture: "Squad leader Cheng, please enter the farm first and make way for us."

In the eyes of everyone, this is an honor.

Cheng Han couldn't hold back anymore, and quickly refused: "No need, let the other students go in first."

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

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

Cheng Han stood still.

Ten seconds passed.

There was a sudden exclamation from the passage: "Ah~"

Then there was a terrified cry: "Ghost eyes! I see ghost eyes!"

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

A huge commotion broke out in the crowd in an instant.

Cheng Han's heart trembled, and a word came to his mind instantly - trampling!
There are nearly a hundred students crowded in this passage, if everyone scrambles to escape, it will definitely lead to a serious stampede.

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