Class 1, Grade 10, the VIP chill zone in the back row.
A test paper was slammed onto the desk. The force was so great that the bottle of iced tea at the corner of the desk bounced twice.
Cheng Jun pressed down hard on the paper, breathing heavily, clearly furious.
Explain.
Cheng Jun pointed at the bright red 150 at the top of the paper, his voice trembling. Math, 150 points?
Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair, still holding his phone. The screen showed the post-match settlement interface of a ranked game.
Just good luck. I guessed right on a few multiple-choice questions.
Guessed?
Cheng Jun almost coughed up blood.
He snatched up his own test paper, which bore the score 140, his face filled with grief and indignation.
You have to understand, for this weekly test, Cheng Jun had burned the midnight oil studying every night, burning through a dozen pen refills doing practice problems.
All so that while everyone thought he was just an internet-addicted teen, he could secretly blow everyone away.
And the result?
He didn't blow anyone away, but he sure got a fright.
The guy sitting next to him slept during class, played ranked games between classes, and carried girls in games during evening self-study. Yet, his test score completely wiped the floor with him.
Lao Chen, you can't be this fake.
Cheng Jun gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment. Did you study secretly behind my back? Or did you not play games at all when you went home at night, and were grinding through practice books instead?
This feeling of being backstabbed was worse than a ten-game losing streak in ranked.
We agreed to rank up together, but you secretly ground your way to becoming a study god.
Chen Zhi sighed, put down his phone, and looked completely innocent.
Lao Cheng, you have to believe in fate. Some people are just naturally Tier 0 in the meta; they don't need any patches.
Cheng Jun's mindset collapsed.
In the whole back-row chill zone, everyone earned their spot by slacking off. Why did Chen Zhi get to enjoy the privileges while dominating the leaderboards?
A few brothers-in-arms from the surrounding back row also gathered around. Looking at Chen Zhi's perfect score, they all wore expressions of horror.
Brother Zhi, this isn't cool of you.
Exactly. We agreed to rank up together, but you secretly made it ashore.
You're going to lose us like this.
Facing the crowd's condemnation, Chen Zhi felt a sense of lonely superiority.
Sigh, maybe this is just talent.
Chen Zhi threw his hands up, his tone incredibly punchable. I want to keep a low profile too, but my strength simply doesn't allow it.
I don't believe it!
Cheng Jun was itching with anger. He absolutely refused to admit this was an IQ crush.
This scoundrel Chen Zhi must be too insidious and used some kind of trick.
Pretending to be a slacker during the day to numb his opponents, he definitely went home at night and studied like his life depended on it.
He's such a try-hard!
Simply the king of try-hards!
Cheng Jun glared at Chen Zhi and said viciously, Do you dare to swear? Swear on the happiness of the rest of your life!
Swear what? Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow.
Swear that if you studied secretly, you will never find a girlfriend in your entire life!!
Cheng Jun felt this oath was vicious enough.
The crowd in the back row nodded one after another, thinking this was an excellent move.
Chen Zhi froze for a moment.
Cheng Jun sneered, waiting to see Chen Zhi's guilty conscience.
Chen Zhi suddenly frowned and asked in return:
Do you mean that if I didn't study secretly, I'll get a girl who is 165cm tall, seemingly aloof but actually tender-hearted inside. Someone who usually likes to wear a JK uniform with black thigh-high socks, has fair skin, a beautiful face, and long legs.
Someone who occasionally likes to act a little quirky, is a bit tsundere, a hopeless romantic, and gets jealous easily.
A rich, beautiful transfer student with a soft, cute voice, who will ask for me by name to be her desk mate?
A few seconds later, a burst of laughter erupted from the back row.
Holy crap, Brother Zhi, that's not an oath. You wouldn't even dare to dream like that.
JK and black tights? A rich beauty?
You're dreaming! You can have anything in your dreams.
Cheng Jun was relieved now.
I'll believe you for now.
Cheng Jun patted Chen Zhi's shoulder. If you can really wish a top-tier girl like that into existence, I'll eat this test paper on the spot!
Chen Zhi's oath was so outrageous that it actually made Cheng Jun believe this guy really hadn't studied secretly.
Just then.
The front door of the classroom was pushed open.
The originally noisy classroom instantly fell silent.
Homeroom teacher Liu Qingsong walked in with his lesson plans tucked under his arm.
But he didn't walk straight to the podium. Instead, he stood at the door and stepped sideways to make way.
Everyone, stop what you're doing for a moment.
Liu Qingsong tapped on the blackboard, wearing a rare gentle smile on his face.
Today, a new transfer student is joining our class.
The students below all raised their heads, trying to see the person clearly through the crack in the door.
Come in, Liu Qingsong waved his hand.
A slender figure slowly walked into the classroom.
It was the second period of the morning, and sunlight spilled through the windows onto one side of the podium.
The young girl walked in against the light.
The first thing to catch the eye was a pair of straight, slender legs. Although she was wearing somewhat baggy blue and white school uniform pants, the perfect lines of her legs could still be seen.
Further up.
Her skin was fair, seemingly glowing in the sunlight.
Her facial features were exquisite, and her temperament was aloof. She wore her hair in a high ponytail with curtain bangs that swayed gently with her steps, the tips of her hair seemingly carrying a fragrance.
At a glance, she was the absolute dream girl of countless teenage boys.
Hiss—
A neat chorus of gasps echoed through the classroom.
Cheng Jun's mouth dropped open into an O shape, and the ballpoint pen in his hand dropped onto the desk with a clatter.
This... this level of beauty?
This temperament?
Wasn't this exactly the seemingly aloof description Chen Zhi just gave?
Although she wasn't wearing a JK uniform and black tights, these legs and this face matched perfectly!
Student Pei Ningxue transferred from Class 10. She ranked fifth in the whole school in this weekly test, and from now on, she is a part of our Class 1. Let's welcome her with a round of applause.
Sparse applause rang out.
Most people were still in a state of shock and hadn't come back to their senses.
Fifth in the whole school?
Looking this beautiful, and her grades are this good too?
Where did this monster come from?
Cheng Jun mechanically turned his head and looked at Chen Zhi beside him.
Student Pei, take a look and see where you'd like to sit.
Liu Qingsong pointed to a few empty seats in the front rows of the classroom. There are still two empty seats in the front three rows, both in areas with a relatively good study atmosphere.
Towards this kind of top student, Liu Qingsong always gave the utmost preferential treatment.
The eyes of the entire class were focused on Pei Ningxue.
Pei Ningxue stood on the podium, her gaze lightly sweeping over those eager eyes in the front rows.
It didn't linger.
Her line of sight continued extending backward, crossing over the normal area in the middle, and landed directly on the VIP chill zone in the back corner of the classroom.
Pei Ningxue's eyes flickered slightly.
Her originally aloof expression seemed to break for a split second the moment she saw that person, and the tips of her ears very quickly flushed a shade of pink.
She raised her hand, her slender finger pointing firmly at that corner.
Teacher, I'll sit there.
Following the direction of her finger.
Everyone's gaze concentrated on the empty seat next to Chen Zhi.
Having received the homeroom teacher's permission, Pei Ningxue, wearing her backpack, walked straight down the aisle.
Until she reached the very last row.
Under the heartbroken gazes of all the boys in the class, she stopped beside Chen Zhi's desk.
Excuse me.
Pei Ningxue looked down at the boy who was taking up half the aisle. Although she tried hard to keep her tone calm, if one listened closely, it carried a trace of imperceptible coquettishness.
Chen Zhi pulled his legs back and made an inviting gesture.
"Welcome, Miss Pei."
Pei Ningxue rolled her eyes at him, stuffed her schoolbag into the desk cubby, pulled out her chair, and sat down.
As she took her seat, a faint scent of jasmine instantly wafted through the back row.
Cheng Jun was completely dumbfounded.
He looked at Pei Ningxue, then looked at Chen Zhi.
Chen Zhi's "vicious" oath from just a moment ago echoed in his mind.
Cheng Jun felt like his world had just collapsed.
He reached out with a trembling hand, grabbed Chen Zhi's arm, and stared at him with eyes green with envy:
"You really have been studying in secret!"
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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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
【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.)
