High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

"Boss, you're really no fun!"

Baiyin puffed out her cheeks and complained angrily.

"I've been squatting here for ten minutes, aren't you even going to offer a little something?"

Bai Yin was wearing a neat high school uniform, with her hair styled in a sleek high ponytail. Her face, which could drive teenage boys crazy, was now filled with frustration.

Shen Chang'an sighed: "Please, within a five-kilometer radius of this place, you're the only one carrying a demonic aura. I knew it was you even before you appeared."

Baiyin pouted resentfully, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Seeing this, Shen Chang'an took a half step back perfunctorily, covered his chest with both hands, and read the text in a monotone with a blank expression.

"Ah! I'm so scared, it's terrifying!"

"Shen Chang'an!!!"

Bai Yin was so angry that she completely lost her composure, lunging at Shen Chang'an and pounding his arm twice with her small, pink fists: "Are you trying to fool an idiot?!"

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around." Shen Chang'an smiled and pressed down on her fluffy head. Although she hadn't revealed her true form yet, it still felt very nice to the touch.

"How's your injury? Is it getting better?"

Upon hearing this, Baiyin instantly perked up.

"Completely healed! The boss's medicine really works; not a single scar remains!"

Baiyin raised her eyebrows smugly, her little hand reaching directly to the hem of her school uniform.

"Look at your skin, it's even smoother than before!"

As she spoke, she brazenly lifted her shirt in front of everyone!

Holy crap!

Shen Chang'an's heart skipped a beat, and he was so frightened that he quickly grabbed her wrist tightly and looked around warily like a thief.

Sure enough, several boys passing by had their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Are you crazy! This is school!"

Shen Chang'an lowered his voice and dragged Bai Yin's arm forward.

"Do you want me to be on the front page of the campus forum tomorrow?!"

Seeing Shen Chang'an's guilty and disheveled appearance, Bai Yin smiled smugly, like a little fox, and let him pull her forward.

"Boss, even you're afraid sometimes?"

Bai Yin smiled and leaned close to his ear.

"Grandma, I'm begging you."

Shen Chang'an pleaded repeatedly, "I'm already exhausted from working hard as a laborer outside, can't you just let me get a peaceful night's sleep at school? Please stop messing with me, okay?"

When Bai Yin first joined the Qingzhou branch, Shen Chang'an laid down three strict rules with her.

One of the most important rules is that you are absolutely not allowed to initiate conversation or meet him in the school's teaching area.

The reason is simple: a stunningly beautiful girl like Bai Yin is the center of attention the entire school whenever she appears. Shen Chang'an just wanted to live a quiet, unnoticed life, and didn't want to become the school's public enemy for no reason because of this little cat.

"Alright, alright, since you saved me last night, I'll let you off the hook for today."

Baiyin knew when to stop, composed herself, and became calmer.

"I'm going to study now, Shen."

Bai Yinchong nodded to him, then turned around and walked into the teaching building with elegant steps, amidst the admiring gazes of a group of boys.

Shen Chang'an wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

After Bai Yin left, he also walked towards the classroom.

The class distribution of the senior year at Qingzhou No.1 High School is biased.

Class 1 and Class 2 are the apple of the school's eye, bringing together true academic geniuses.

As luck would have it, Bai Yin was in Class 1 and Zhang Qingqing was in Class 2. These two girls were not only beautiful, but also had excellent grades. They were definitely the most sought-after students in the eyes of all the teachers.

Shen Chang'an's Class 7 of Senior Three was a very mixed and ordinary class.

The class monitor, who usually ranks around 100th in the grade, is the best student in the class. He does crazy sit-ups.

The most distinctive features of Class 7 in the third year of high school are twofold: a group of slightly wealthy second-generation students from families with a little money, and a group of physically strong but simple-minded athletes.

As soon as I pushed open the back door of the classroom, a complex scent mixed with designer perfumes wafted out.

The classroom was filled with the boisterous chatter of several boys in the back row discussing games and ball matches, making it as lively as a market.

Shen Chang'an had no interest in any of this and went straight to his private corner by the window in the last row of the classroom.

A single table for each person, a feng shui treasure spot.

Shen Chang'an leaned his guitar case against the wall, pulled out a chair and sat down, quite satisfied with the environment.

Fortunately, no one was disturbing him while he was catching up on his sleep, and most of the people around him were quiet types who spent most of their time buried in their studies and never said a word.

The reason he enjoys such a quiet "VIP treatment" in this noisy class is not because he is handsome, but because his reputation in the class is a little... strange.

When I first entered high school, a school bully, who relied on his family's connection to a vice-principal of the school, led seven or eight henchmen to the classroom to establish rules and try to intimidate the whole class. Unfortunately for them, they kicked Shen Chang'an awake, who had just finished slaying a level three monster the night before.

In less than three minutes, seven or eight thugs were beaten black and blue, and neatly lined up under the blackboard at the back of the classroom, singing "Conquer." None of the surrounding students dared to stop them.

The whole class was terrified. Everyone thought this kid with no connections would definitely be expelled from school. But Shen Chang'an only asked for one day off, and the next day he came back to class as if nothing had happened, carrying a shoulder bag.

Two days later, the arrogant deputy director was swiftly transferred from the school due to "sudden and serious disciplinary issues." As for the school bully, he even completed the transfer procedures overnight, and it's said that his legs were weak when he left.

Since then, countless outrageous versions of Shen Chang'an's identity have circulated in the class. Some say he is a top-tier princeling sent down from the provincial capital for training, while others say he is the illegitimate son of some underworld boss, but no one can figure out his true background.

Everyone kept their distance from him, fearing that if they offended this plague god, they would be forced to "transfer schools overnight" the next day.

In addition, as the head of the Zhenye Division, Shen Chang'an was usually extremely busy and would often take out a leave slip stamped with the hospital's official seal to skip class every now and then. Naturally, he became the mysterious big shot in the eyes of his classmates, who had an "unfathomable background and was always out of service".

Apart from the class representative who collects homework, almost no one in the class dares to talk to him.

The homeroom teacher, Lao Liu, was a very practical person. In order not to affect the few students in the class who still wanted to go to university, he simply arranged for the quietest students in the class to be together and set up a quiet zone in the classroom.

These few quiet people gathered together, not saying a word to each other.

Shen Chang'an sat to the side. Although he slept every day, his aura was so powerful that it could suppress the group of rich kids in the back row who wanted to cause trouble, just like a great Buddha.

If anyone dares to make a loud noise while Shen Chang'an is sleeping, without Shen Chang'an even having to look up, the person next to him will slap him to shut him up.

Shen Chang'an could only describe Lao Liu's arrangement with two words: perfect.

After settling in, Shen Chang'an carefully placed the guitar case against a corner of the wall to ensure that no one would touch it.

If some clueless student were to kick this thing over, and two pieces of awe-inspiring high-grade spiritual artifacts were to pop out, tomorrow's Beijiang City Morning Post would probably be headlined "Shocking! A Cultivation Maniac Appears at Qingzhou No. 1 Middle School!"

Just as he opened his book, preparing to catch up on some more sleep.

"Um... Shen."

A faint, timid voice sounded beside me.

Shen Chang'an looked up and saw a thin girl in a school uniform standing awkwardly in front of his desk.

The girl had delicate features, the kind of approachable, girl-next-door type. She wore a simple low ponytail and held a stack of exam papers from various subjects, her clean face showing a hint of nervousness. This was Li Xiwan, their group leader.

This girl is quite a celebrity in Class 7. She looks exactly like the quintessential first love, the "white moonlight," in every boy's adolescence. There must be a whole platoon or even a company of boys secretly admiring her. Moreover, her academic performance is consistently excellent, always ranking among the top three in the class and maintaining a stable ranking between 100 and 150 in the grade. She's a priority candidate for getting into a top university in Class 7.

"What's wrong, team leader?"

Shen Chang'an rubbed his eyes, his tone still relatively gentle.

"It's time to hand in...the weekend's English test."

Li Xiwan clutched the exam paper tightly, her gaze unfocused, unable to meet Shen Chang'an's eyes. After all, this was the legendary ruthless man who could get the school leaders to transfer him away overnight.

Shen Chang'an was taken aback and looked down to open his schoolbag.

He spent the weekend either catching weasel demons or hunting fourth-tier monsters, and the rest of the time catching up on sleep. He didn't even touch a pen, let alone an English test paper.

He pulled out a pristine, blank exam paper, so shiny it could be used as a mirror, and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly: "Team leader, I've been busy with some things at home these past few days and haven't had time to finish. How about…?"

He paused for a moment, then expertly made the classic request of a struggling senior high school student: "Can I borrow your test paper for reference? I'll copy... no, I mean, after I've copied it, I'll hand it to you along with my test paper before the end of evening self-study."

"Huh? This..."

Li Xiwan was stunned for a moment. As an outstanding student and group leader, her instinct was to refuse this blatant act of cheating.

But when she looked up and met Shen Chang'an's eyes, the girl's survival instinct instantly overcame her principles.

"Okay...okay."

Li Xiwan pulled out the top test paper with its neat handwriting and placed it on Shen Chang'an's desk.

"Give it to me after your evening study session. I'll talk to the teacher and then I'll bring it to the office after the session."

"Okay, thank you, team leader."

"You're welcome."

Li Xiwan nodded and then returned to her seat.

Shen Chang'an watched her back. She was the classmate he interacted with the most. He didn't have much interaction with the other classmates. This was also because she had been his group leader for three years. They had chatted a bit when collecting homework and had become familiar with each other.

Just as he picked up his pen, preparing to copy it down.

"Quiet down, all of you! If you want to argue, go outside!"

With a loud and clear shout, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

The homeroom teacher, Old Liu, walked in with a dark face. Old Liu was in his fifties, with half of his hair already white; he was a down-to-earth man who would retire in a few years. He was usually quite tolerant of the spoiled brats in Class 7, adhering to the principle of "If you don't cause trouble, I won't pick a fight with you."

But now that it's the final stage of senior year, Mr. Liu's sense of responsibility as the homeroom teacher forced him to suppress his desire to give up.

He held a pointer in his hand and slammed it heavily on the lectern, causing chalk dust to fall everywhere.

The few rich kids and athletes who were just bragging in the back immediately fell silent, slinking back to their seats, and the classroom was completely quiet.

"Look at all of you! You still have the mood to talk about games?!"

Old Liu scanned the entire class with a look of utter disappointment and frustration.

"Today is May 10th, 2026! There are only twenty-odd days left until the college entrance examination! Even if your families are rich, even if you have already planned to go abroad, or even if you are preparing to take over the family business! But in these last twenty-odd days, I beg you, please focus!"

He paused, his gaze lingering deliberately on the most unruly students in the back row for a couple more seconds: "I don't expect you all to cram for a top-tier university in these few days. But I'm warning some of you in the class, if you don't want to study, don't let it affect those who want to change their fate through the college entrance exam!"

"We're classmates, after all. Even if you're not close, don't ruin things for others at this crucial moment! Shut your mouths and read your books!"

After Lao Liu finished speaking, the atmosphere in the classroom became completely oppressive. Apart from the sound of pens scratching on paper, no one dared to speak.

After venting his anger, Old Liu put his hands behind his back and began to slowly patrol the corridor.

When he walked to the last row of the classroom, he saw Shen Chang'an placing two test papers together and meticulously copying Li Xiwan's English test paper.

Old Liu paused slightly, glancing at Shen Chang'an with a complex expression.

Unexpectedly, Lao Liu didn't get angry like he had when he scolded others earlier. He didn't even say a word of warning. He just silently looked away and walked over with his hands behind his back.

Old Liu is a very shrewd person. Other rich kids might not pose a threat to him, but this one really is.

His biggest wish now is to teach this last graduating class of high school students safely and then retire honorably.

Regarding Shen Chang'an, although Lao Liu didn't know anything about those demons and monsters, he keenly sensed a dangerous signal from the strange incident of the arrogant deputy director being transferred away overnight.

He knew very well that this student, who usually missed more classes than he attended, had an absolutely unfathomable background.

Most importantly, although Shen Chang'an's grades were average and he slept in class, he never caused trouble. Moreover, as long as he sat in the classroom, the group of mischievous troublemakers in the back became as docile as mice seeing a cat, making him even more useful than the homeroom teacher.

Old Liu only hoped that this kind of ancestor, whom he could treat as a pillar of stability, would graduate peacefully; he didn't dare to care whether the ancestor copied homework or not.