This is the Culture Student of Our Ci'nan No.2 High School

The last hidden quest was Lucky Star.

Although it didn't have much of a presence, it wasn't very useful either.

No, maybe Luck +5 was actually very useful, just that he hadn't noticed it.

For example, walking downstairs, he might have originally been destined to get hit by some unknown falling object, but because of Luck +5, he got delayed by something and altered his timing, thereby avoiding the possibility of getting smashed...

Or perhaps the dog poop he was supposed to step on ended up being stepped on by someone else.

Because of Luck +5, he avoided all these unlucky events, while he himself kept thinking that Luck +5 had no effect.

Of course, this was just a guess; maybe Luck +5 really was completely useless.

It could sit at the same table as Charm +4.

Shen Nian looked at the quest requirements again.

The so-called blessing just required the other party to wish him good luck on his exams. If it was merely that, this hidden quest had zero difficulty.

His childhood friend's blessing was already secured. The Goddess of Fate and the Holy Maiden were his own mom and older sister, which were also easy to handle. The only problematic point was that the system's script didn't tell him who the God of Protection and the Village Chief were.

The God of Protection... Shen Nian stroked his chin, feeling that his old dad might be the so-called God of Protection.

Protection literally meant to guard and defend, and his dad did indeed protect the whole family perfectly by relying on the breeding farm.

Later on, he would have to make his dad properly wish him luck on his exams. If he didn't give his blessing, he wouldn't buy him a massage chair.

As for the Village Chief... could it be the elementary school principal?

Elementary school was indeed the beginner village of modern society. Before that was kindergarten, and after that was middle school. He could spend some time testing it out one by one when the time came.

Looking at the reward again, the description for Focus was a bit like the berserk state in video games—huge consumption, massive boost, the kind of buff you apply to unleash a burst of damage after breaking a boss's poise.

He would only know the specific effects after completing the quest.

...

In the afternoon, during PE class, after running two 800-meter laps to warm up, even Shen Nian was sweating.

Thirty-degree weather, blazing sun, and at two in the afternoon—the hottest time of the day. Anyone who has taken PE class under these conditions knows the pain.

There were barely even a few people playing on the basketball courts.

"Those whose names are called, come up and do sit-ups!" the PE teacher blew his whistle. Today was the physical fitness test, and also the last PE class of their entire senior year.

The girls whose names were called had to lie down on the dark green mats, while other girls helped hold their feet and count. After finishing a round, they would swap positions.

"One, two, three, five, seven, eight, nine..."

As everyone knows, the teacher won't stare at every single person.

This kind of physical test was completely useless for high school students. It neither counted towards their grades nor affected their graduation; it was more like putting on a show to complete the quotas required by the higher-ups.

The smart students had already started counting randomly.

Doing twenty and super-multiplying it to forty was a common occurrence.

Shen Nian specifically counted for Haji-Chun; she had only done twenty-nine in total.

But when the female classmate reported the score, she blurted out forty.

Looking at Haji-Chun's expression, she looked exactly as if she had genuinely done forty.

This girl had the makings of an Oscar-winning actress.

Li Shiyan was further away, so Shen Nian didn't pay close attention, but he heard the reported number was over thirty. Half true, half false, she probably did around twenty-something as well.

After the girls finished testing, it was the boys' turn.

Pull-ups were actually quite difficult. Anyone slightly chubby couldn't even manage a few.

Fortunately, Shen Nian had a cheat system; he could do them all day.

The pull-up test went very quickly. In less than two minutes, several guys had already cycled through. Even Chen Dong, who looked tall and burly, only managed to do nine.

Li Shiyan had never done pull-ups before. Seeing the boys struggling so much, she curiously slipped over to the lower bar on the other side and gave it a try.

After exerting a great deal of effort, Li Shiyan wiped her forehead. Managing to do even one was quite impressive.

"It's so hard. I can't even get up without jumping," she stood next to Xia Yanchun and whispered.

"Let me try too."

Xia Yanchun also ran to the side and hopped up.

"Wow, Chun can actually do three..." Li Shiyan was extremely envious.

"It's so hard..."

"Yeah, I heard the passing mark is seven. A lot of people in the class fail."

Xia Yanchun blinked. Earlier, when she watched Shen Nian do pull-ups—doing over thirty in one go—she didn't really have a concept of it. Now that she had tried it herself, she realized just how strong Shen Nian was.

She felt like he really could punch her into a pulp with a single blow.

"Huang Chen!" the PE teacher was still calling roll.

"Here!"

Huang Chen gave a wicked smile. It was time to show off the power of a sports student.

Under the sun, his skin was shiny and oily. Facing the crowd of girls, he super-casually lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, ultra-casually showing off his abs.

Shen Nian, standing in the middle waiting for his name to be called: "..."

Stereotype +1 +1 +1

Shen Nian kept feeling that Huang Chen's gaze was faintly landing on him.

Seriously, bro, although I did have a conflict with you in the past, there's no need to hold a grudge for so long, right...

What's the meaning of this?

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay the other students' time," the PE teacher urged.

Hearing this, Huang Chen finally started doing his pull-ups.

His up-and-down motions were quite standard, and it was only toward the end that he started to struggle.

The voices helping to count grew louder and more mixed. When they reached twenty, Huang Chen suddenly dropped down.

"Badass!"

"Twenty, can't talk trash about that. That's genuinely a lifetime achievement for me."

"This is hilarious to me, a high school senior who can only do six pull-ups but is handsome beyond the horizon. Sports students are just built different."

"Humorous 'handsome beyond the horizon'."

"Not bad, very impressive." Even the PE teacher couldn't help but offer a word of praise.

Twenty was already a very good score.

Huang Chen rolled his shoulders, glanced at Shen Nian, and then looked at the others. "Twenty is still pretty easy. When I'm in good form, I can do at least twenty-four."

"Is this the sports student who can tank a hit from a panzer?"

"Don't hate, that's genuinely impressive."

"Scared to tears by the sports student."

Shen Nian was further back in the line. He was almost baked into a pretzel by the sun before it was his turn to test.

Xia Yanchun, who had been chatting with Li Shiyan on the side, also leaned closer.

"Shen Nian is very impressive, you know."

"Can he do twenty?" Li Shiyan was highly curious.

"Definitely."

Li Shiyan felt oddly proud.

It was the feeling of having a partner who is excellent, highly presentable, and brings honor to your face.

Could it be that there really was a situation between them? If that was truly the case, then the inner shipper in her was about to awaken.

Shen Nian took a deep breath, and his entire body began to exert force, utilizing his shoulder and back muscles. His movements were crisp and standard.

He originally just wanted to do ten and come down, but since Haji-Chun was watching, Shen Nian wanted to hang up there a little longer.

"Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen..."

"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three...!"

Shen Nian dropped to the ground and clapped his hands. The iron bar was a bit rusty and uncomfortably abrasive.

He convincingly panted a couple of times, looking exactly as if he had reached his limit.

"Badass, twenty-three! Shen Nian, you're freaking awesome!"

"Scared me, I almost heard that wrong."

"There's something wrong with you."

"This is the academic student of our Cinan No. 2 High School. Do you dare stare into his eyes for ten seconds?"

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