The current harmony was built more on their personal cultivation.
However, Chen Guan did not care.
His goal had never been to blend into any small clique, but to gain popularity points and improve his strength.
Maintaining appropriate, positive interactions with the protagonist was just treating him as a camera trigger.
After a simple meal in the cafeteria, the three parted ways.
An Changqing and Su Yuehe seemed to have other matters to attend to, while Chen Guan returned to the dorm alone.
Returning to Room 304, he routinely checked the state of his main body, fed it liquid food, and did some basic cleaning.
Only after finishing these tasks did he relax a bit and call up the system panel.
[Popularity Points: 1892]
During the period after the test ended, his popularity points were still growing steadily.
Chen Guan thought for a moment and continued to add 1.8 points to his stamina.
The stamina attribute slowly ticked up.
[Stamina: 3.2]
More abundant stamina meant his alt-identity could sustain high-intensity activities for longer. His coffin was both a sharp spear and an unyielding shield; in the short term, it was top-tier as both a weapon and armor.
It was just going to be a bit tough on Old Me.
He changed into a clean school uniform. Although it was an illusion, he had still sweated a bit, so he changed his clothes. Seeing that it was almost two o'clock, he hoisted the Black Iron Coffin onto his back again and headed to the Tianshu Building.
The Tianshu Building complex was magnificent, shrouded in a dense spiritual aura.
Following the terminal map's guidance, Chen Guan arrived at Room 101 on the first floor of the main building.
The classroom was spacious and bright, simply yet stylishly furnished, and nearly twenty people were already seated.
When he walked into the classroom carrying that iconic black coffin on his back, the room, which had some low whispers, instantly quieted down.
Gazes shot over like invisible searchlights.
Chen Guan's expression remained unchanged as his calm gaze swept across the room.
An Changqing sat in the front row by the window, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgment.
Long Ao was in a back corner, resting with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.
Su Yuehe sat diagonally behind An Changqing. Seeing Chen Guan enter, her eyes lit up, and she gave a small wave.
Besides them, there were a few unfamiliar faces, some handsome, some beautiful, with varying temperaments, mostly carrying the unique arrogance of prodigies.
He found a seat near the back by the window and carefully stood the Black Iron Coffin beside him.
This spot was inconspicuous and convenient for getting in and out.
Just as he settled in, a somewhat flippant voice came from the right side of the front row: Yo, our Tianshu Class really is full of talents. Even a coffin gets a seat? Is this black box meant to be a desk or a bed?
The owner of the voice was a flashy youth wearing a pink shirt, with a few streaks of blonde highlights in his hair. His eyes were frivolous, and he was looking at Chen Guan sideways with an undisguised sneer on his lips.
A few similarly flashy youths beside him followed with low, mocking laughter.
Liu Feiyu, say less.
An Changqing frowned slightly and spoke up to stop him. Although his tone was mild, he possessed a convincing air of authority.
The pink-shirted youth called Liu Feiyu curled his lips. He seemed somewhat wary of An Changqing and didn't mock loudly anymore, but still muttered, Special recruitment brought in this kind of thing? What is Dean Situ thinking...
Chen Guan didn't even bat an eyelid, completely ignoring the noise.
This level of provocation was not worth mentioning compared to the cold stares he had once endured. There was no need to bicker with such people, and he didn't yet have the strength to flip the table anyway.
Right now, he was more focused on the upcoming instructor and the environment of the Tianshu Class.
And... more importantly, popularity points.
[Who is this pink-shirt guy? What gives him the right to talk about our Coffin Bro like that.]
[Liu Feiyu. A forum guru compiled info on him. His dad seems to be the richest man?]
[Damn, so what if he's the richest man? Is he more badass than Little An's dad? Even Little An is being amiable.]
Along with the bullet comments, the classroom door was silently pushed open.
Situ Ming, dressed in a deep purple robe, walked in slowly.
In an instant, all background noise vanished. The air seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure spread out, causing these arrogant prodigies to subconsciously straighten their backs and restrain their expressions.
Situ Ming stepped onto the podium. His gaze, like a calm, deep pool, slowly swept across every young face below.
His eyes lingered for a moment on Chen Guan and the coffin beside him, then moved away.
I am Situ Ming.
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, carrying a strange power that made one's mind tranquil yet fearful of slacking: For the next year, I will be the instructor in charge of your Tianshu Class.
After a simple self-introduction, he skipped the pleasantries and cut straight to the point.
Tianshu Class, the apex of Huaqing. Those who enter these doors must possess top-tier talent, temperament, and potential. But sitting here today only represents the starting line.
Situ Ming's tone was flat, yet every word carried immense weight: Huaqing does not raise mediocrities, and Tianshu has even less tolerance for trash. There will be internal assessments every month. Those at the bottom in points will be demoted to Tianxuan, while the best of Tianxuan can be promoted to Tianshu. The survival of the fittest has remained unchanged since ancient times.
[What is this old man mumbling about? Is he suffering from some artistic pretension syndrome?]
Chen Guan nodded inwardly. This was the most accurate the bullet comments had ever been.
Many students' eyes sharpened, feeling a heavy pressure, especially a few who had gotten in through the back door relying on their family's influence; their expressions shifted slightly.
Previous cohorts didn't have this rule. Are they being targeted?
Aside from internal class competition, as members of the Tianshu Class, you automatically gain candidate qualifications for the Hidden Dragon Rankings.
Situ Ming continued, Having your name on the rankings is not only a matter of honor, but it also means tangible resource allocation. The rankings are updated quarterly, and all students in the academy can challenge them.
The Hidden Dragon Rankings! A fiery passion ignited in the eyes of many students.
That was a symbol of strength, a pass to the path of becoming stronger. The Hidden Dragon Rankings didn't care about family background or connections; strength was the only absolute rule!
It was a ranking unique to Huaqing that evaluated the students. The higher the rank, the greater the privileges. It could be said that it wasn't impossible for the top ranker to attend class riding on a teacher's back.
Long Ao finally opened his eyes, as if he could already envision himself at the top of the rankings.
For today's first lesson, we will not discuss theoretical cultivation.
Situ Ming changed the subject, his gaze becoming profound: I will only ask you one question.
He paused, as if to give everyone ample time to prepare: Why do you pursue power? For what reason do you want to become stronger?
This question was much grander than the one asked of Chen Guan in the illusion.
The classroom fell into a contemplative silence.
Some frowned in deep thought, some had flickering gazes, and some subconsciously looked at the people next to them.
Situ Ming did not rush them; he just waited quietly, as if observing the echoes deep within each person's soul.
Chen Guan also lowered his eyes.
Why? For popularity points? To awaken his main body? These were goals and driving forces, but they didn't seem to be the true meaning of power.
He recalled the exchange in that pure white space at the end of the illusion.
He thought of himself sleeping in the coffin, of the hardships he had endured walking this path across two lifetimes, and of the slim but unyielding hope he held for the future.
A moment later, a clear and firm voice broke the silence.
An Changqing rose to his feet, standing as tall and straight as a pine. With a crystal-clear gaze, he met Situ Ming's eyes and declared in a resounding voice, "I believe that the pursuit of power is meant to give us the strength to protect."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
