"Wait, look!"
At that moment, the male student holding binoculars suddenly shouted.
Everyone immediately followed his gaze.
They discovered that Su Cheng was now surrounded by people, both male and female, who were eagerly offering him water and greetings, showing great concern for him.
"I heard rumors that Ji Qingyi is personally teaching Su Cheng now, right?"
"It's not a rumor, it's true."
"But this is just Ji Qingyi doing the president a favor."
The Vice President spoke up again.
The previous signature and stamp were clearly Ji Qingyi giving face to the president, which is why she agreed to teach personally.
(PS: However, in reality, that application form had been forgotten by the forgetful secretary of the Archery Club, and Ji Qingyi had never seen it.)
"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"
"I'm just analyzing rationally, after all, this is a serious matter that requires careful consideration."
"Hmph."
Although dissatisfied, she had to admit that the Vice President's words made sense.
"Look, it's President Ji!"
Just then, a sharp-eyed student council member spotted a cold-faced girl in a secluded pavilion, emanating an intense chill.
She was brewing tea, her movements fluid, her fingers moving as delicately as if playing piano. As the tea water drifted upward, even this simple act of brewing tea carried an overwhelming presence.
"Right, today is their class's PE period."
"Don't keep staring at her!"
Just as the Vice President finished warning them, the girl in the pavilion seemed to sense something and slowly raised her head to look at them.
In that instant, everyone present felt a suffocating pressure.
It was as if all the air in the space had frozen.
They even found it difficult to breathe, feeling like they might suffocate at any moment.
Fortunately, the next second, the girl in the pavilion withdrew her gaze, as if nothing had happened.
But they felt a lingering fear, each wiping sweat from their foreheads.
"Perhaps only the president could share tea with her," the Short-haired Girl thought to herself as she looked away.
She knew Ji Qingyi's background well - the school's director was her relative, so this academy was in the palm of the Ji family's hand. Whether it was the police, courts, or politics, the Ji family's power was everywhere.
However, it was fortunate that Ji Qingyi preferred solitude and had never participated in any public activities, showing no interest in anything. Otherwise, this school would have been in chaos long ago.
"Huh, why is Su Cheng going to the pavilion?"
While the Short-haired Girl was lost in thought, the boy who had been holding the binoculars suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.
What followed was a scene they would never forget.
They watched as Su Cheng casually walked into the pavilion and sat down with Ji Qingyi.
Most surprisingly, Ji Qingyi personally poured tea for Su Cheng.
Then the two chatted pleasantly, in perfect harmony.
The Short-haired Girl was dumbfounded, her face full of confusion.
The Vice President and others nearby widened their eyes, their mouths slightly open, faces full of disbelief.
How was this possible?!
Even if it was about giving face, this was too much favor for Su Cheng!
To personally pour tea!
Even the principal hadn't received such treatment!
"What's going on?"
The Short-haired Girl was bewildered.
"Well..."
The Vice President hesitated before speaking, finally letting out a bitter laugh and said self-mockingly, "I underestimated this Su Cheng. I never expected him to gain President Ji's favor! I really did underestimate him!"
"Looking at the current situation, he really has earned President Ji's recognition."
"What's the next evaluation?"
The Short-haired Girl, seeing that Su Cheng's connections were now impeccable, asked immediately.
"Morality (moral cultivation), Intelligence (wisdom and ability), and Beauty (noble character) - three aspects."
The Vice President spoke slowly.
"If he passes all of them, does that mean..."
"Yes, in the second half of the year, the entire academy will be engulfed in a storm centered around Su Cheng."
The Short-haired Girl felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety rising in her heart.
...........................
Ten minutes earlier
After saying goodbye to his classmates, Su Cheng came to the academy's lakeside. He sat by the shore, enjoying the cool evening breeze and savoring a rare moment of tranquility.
The B-level reward at noon was a physical attribute point.
This point, when added to his body, didn't cause any visible changes.
But Su Cheng clearly felt an earth-shattering transformation in his body.
Not only did all his physical qualities improve, but he could feel that his bones, muscles, tendons, and even the cells in his blood seemed to become harder and more abundant in an instant.
There was also an indescribable sense of pleasure and comfort.
It felt as if every inch of his skin could unleash enormous potential.
He even had the illusion that he could knock down a bull with one punch or take down a tiger with one sliding tackle.
Don't be fooled by his current physical strength of only 6 points.
5 points was normal human level, and now he had exceeded normal human limits.
When running earlier, he had to hold back, afraid that if he couldn't control his strength, speed, and explosive power properly, it would be embarrassing.
After all, this physical enhancement was added instantly, with no time for adaptation, so while running, he had to restrain himself, trying to appear less capable.
"Let me test my reaction time, speed, and strength first."
Su Cheng looked around, and after making sure no one was there, he stood up and started moving his body.
He immediately threw a full-force left jab, creating a sharp 'pat' sound in the air, like hitting a glass window, demonstrating the tremendous power behind it.
Then he suddenly executed a right roundhouse kick, quick as lightning, in one fluid motion.
Following that, a left front kick, and finally a series of five consecutive techniques: block, neutralize, and counter-attack, all executed perfectly with precise control!
"Whew~ this one point of physical enhancement is incredibly powerful."
Su Cheng couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath, surprise showing on his face. He had never imagined his body could become so formidable.
If that punch had hit an ordinary person, they would definitely have been incapacitated!
"Are you dancing?"
Suddenly, a cool and elegant voice reached Su Cheng's ears.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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.”