Mr. Li stood at the podium and nodded at Chen Zhi. "Student Chen Zhi, you may begin."
Chen Zhi rolled his wrists to loosen up.
"Alright. You take a rest, sir. I'll handle this kind of dirty and tiring work."
He didn't just rummage around blindly like a headless fly. Instead, he stood at the podium and scanned the layout of the entire classroom.
Hiding a phone is an art.
But in the eyes of an experienced veteran like him, no matter how they hid them, it was useless, because he had used all these tricks before.
Chen Zhi walked straight towards the blackboard.
Class Ten used a sliding multimedia blackboard. The two green panels could slide towards the center to reveal the electronic whiteboard inside.
And between the blackboard and the wall, there was usually a barely noticeable gap.
That was a prime real estate spot for charging.
Chen Zhi reached out, grabbed the edge of the blackboard, and yanked it to the side.
"Clatter—"
A white phone charging right there was suddenly exposed, the charging cable still connected to the socket under the podium.
"Heh, off to a good start."
Chen Zhi unplugged the phone and casually tossed it into the storage box prepared by Mr. Li.
Out in the hallway by the window, a boy let out a wail of despair.
Right after that, Chen Zhi turned around and walked purposefully towards the back row.
That was Zhao Lei's seat, one he was all too familiar with.
Books were piled messily on the desk, and a massive water bottle sat next to them.
Chen Zhi picked up the bottle and unscrewed the bottom cap.
A black Android phone lay quietly at the bottom of the cup, its screen still lit up, displaying a game's matchmaking queue.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. This trick is way out of date."
Holding the phone, Chen Zhi waved it at Zhao Lei outside through the glass window.
Zhao Lei was pressed completely against the glass, his face squished out of shape and his eyes bloodshot.
"Chen Zhi! Screw you!"
He roared soundlessly outside, his fists frantically pounding the window frame.
Like an impotent husband.
"Is he sick in the head? Checking even the water bottles? What kind of normal person hides a phone in a water bottle!"
Beside him, Skinny Monkey watched with his heart pounding. Before he could even feel relieved, he saw Chen Zhi put down Zhao Lei's bottle and turn towards the window.
The classroom curtains were very long. To prevent them from dragging on the desks, the students usually tied the hems into a knot.
Chen Zhi walked over, and before the metal detector in his hand even touched the curtain, it let out a rapid beeping.
"Beep beep beep beep—"
Chen Zhi untied the tight knot.
"Clack."
Another phone dropped onto the desk.
Chen Zhi picked up the phone and blew the dust off it.
Outside the window, Skinny Monkey's legs gave way, and he almost dropped to his knees.
"My backup phone... I just bought it less than three hours ago..."
A triple kill.
Chen Zhi did not stop his steps.
He stood in the middle of the aisle, rubbing his chin as if recalling something.
In his past life, he had also been a master at hiding phones, knowing these tricks like the back of his hand.
His gaze drifted around the classroom, eventually landing on a trash can in the corner.
The trash can was covered with a layer of waste paper, looking entirely unremarkable.
But Chen Zhi knew that the most dangerous place was the safest place.
He walked over, bent down, and groped around in the hidden compartment on the side of the trash can.
His fingers brushed against a hard plastic bag.
Pulling it out, he saw a brand new phone wrapped inside, encased in several layers of garbage bags to make it waterproof and odor-proof.
"What a ruthless guy."
Chen Zhi pinched the phone in disgust with two fingers and tossed it into the storage box.
Outside the window, another boy's face turned ashen, looking as if his soul had been sucked out.
Now, there were already four phones lying in the storage box.
But this wasn't enough.
Chen Zhi looked towards the seat in the middle of the classroom.
That was Liu Xiaoyan's seat.
As the goddess of the simp squad, Liu Xiaoyan was currently standing in the hallway, her hands wrung together and her face a bit pale, but still forcing herself to look calm.
Chen Zhi walked up to her desk.
The desktop was very neat, with a row of study guides, a thick Oxford dictionary, and a pink digital alarm clock.
Very cozy, very girly.
Chen Zhi first picked up the Oxford dictionary.
These hefty tomes were usually the top choice for hollowing out to hide phones.
He opened the dictionary.
Sure enough, a neat chunk had been hollowed out from the middle pages.
But it was empty?
Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow.
The fact that a hole was dug meant there was a phone.
If it were an ordinary teacher, seeing this empty slot, they would probably assume the phone had already been taken away or hidden on the person.
But Chen Zhi was no ordinary person.
His gaze fell on that pink digital alarm clock.
A huge quartz clock hung right at the front of the classroom, keeping accurate time.
Why would a day student who brings a phone every day put an alarm clock in the classroom?
It was totally unnecessary.
When things are abnormal, there must be a demon at work.
Chen Zhi picked up the alarm clock. The feel of it in his hand was very strange.
It felt a bit top-heavy.
He gave it a little shake.
"Click."
A faint rattling sound came from inside, as if something was stuffed in there.
A cruel smile curled on Chen Zhi's lips.
He picked up the metal ruler on the desk and pried open the screen of the alarm clock.
The interior of the alarm clock was spacious, stuffed with a white phone. To prevent it from shaking, a few layers of tissues were carefully padded around it.
"Hidden pretty deep."
Chen Zhi dug the phone out and held it up along with the wad of tissues.
Outside the window, Liu Xiaoyan's defenses completely broke down the moment she saw this scene.
Her pure and harmless face was now filled with terror and malice.
"Chen Zhi! You bastard!"
She screamed, ignoring her image, causing the surrounding students to look over.
Penta kill.
Team wiped out.
Chen Zhi clapped the dust off his hands and lifted the heavy storage box.
He walked to the classroom door, ignoring the pairs of eyes in the hallway that wanted to swallow him alive, and handed the loot over to Mr. Li.
"Sir, mission accomplished."
Mr. Li looked at the five phones in the box, also a bit stunned.
This efficiency was even sharper than a police dog.
"Ahem, well done."
Mr. Li nodded in approval, then put on a stern face and looked at the dejected students. "Zhao Lei, Liu Xiaoyan... and the rest of you, call your parents in tomorrow! Have them take your phones back!"
...
A surprise inspection ended with Class Ten's miserable defeat.
Chen Zhi followed Mr. Li and did another round of inspections in the other classes.
But he never inspected as carefully again, merely holding the detector and making a show of sweeping it a few times at the doors.
Back at the Student Union office.
Xu Min saw Chen Zhi return, glanced at the completely empty record book in his hand, and then looked at the jam-packed storage box in Mr. Li's hand nearby.
She pushed up her glasses, her gaze turning somewhat suspicious.
"Chen Zhi."
Xu Min put down her pen and asked with some doubt, "Why is it that you could find five phones at once in Class Ten, but when you went to the other classes, you didn't even find a shadow of one?"
This targeting was way too obvious.
Chen Zhi took off his armband, carefully folded it, and placed it on the desk.
He stroked his chin, frowning slightly, putting on a look of deep thought.
"I'm also pondering this question."
Chen Zhi sighed, a look of bitter distress on his face. "What does this show? This shows that the students in the other classes all abide by the rules and the school ethos is pure!"
He paused, pointed toward Class 10, and declared with righteous indignation:
"It seems Class 10 is the only place harboring filth and scum, a gathering spot for lawless thugs! As a member of the Disciplinary Committee, it is my duty and obligation to heavily crack down on this toxic behavior!"
Xu Min: "..."
Looking at Chen Zhi's self-righteous face, she found herself momentarily unable to come up with a single retort.
This guy was just so incredibly punchable.

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"