Chapter 19: Cheng Han Eats Even More Than I Imagined

Half an hour later, the Grand Exercise Assembly ended.

Unlike the other students who hurried toward the cafeteria, Cheng Han first made a trip to the infirmary.

As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw Wan Tengjiao inside.

The short-haired girl sat upright in a chair, back perfectly straight, both hands resting calmly at her waist. It was obvious she was practicing a breathing technique.

It had to be said—when it came to cultivation, this girl truly worked hard.

Beside her was a single bed where Yan Hong lay motionless, his eyes tightly shut.

Hearing footsteps, Wan Tengjiao opened her eyes and greeted him.

“So it’s you.”

Cheng Han glanced at Yan Hong and asked,

“How is he doing?”

Wan Tengjiao quickly explained,

“The school doctor just examined Yan Hong. You were right—he really does have acute gastritis.

“He was in too much pain, so the doctor gave him some Sleeping Soup. He’s asleep now. The doctor went out to buy herbs and probably won’t be back for another half hour.”

Cheng Han nodded lightly.

Perhaps because Source Energy existed in this world, the effects of medicinal herbs were astonishingly powerful. Most common illnesses could be cured easily after only a few doses.

Wan Tengjiao added with admiration,

“Your decision was absolutely correct. If Yan Hong had gone to the Grand Exercise Assembly, he definitely would’ve collapsed halfway through, and our class would’ve lost a lot of evaluation points.”

Cheng Han replied casually,

“I’m the class inspector. It’s my responsibility.”

Wan Tengjiao sighed emotionally.

“You’re far better than Fang Han. That guy only knew how to throw his authority around and order classmates about. He never cared about others the way you do.”

Before, she had not thought Fang Han was all that terrible. But after personally witnessing Cheng Han’s calmness while facing the Grass Hound and his quick judgment regarding a sick classmate, she finally had a standard for comparison.

And against that standard, Fang Han looked utterly worthless.

Cheng Han smiled faintly and changed the topic.

“You should hurry and eat. I’ll stay here and look after Yan Hong.”

Wan Tengjiao nodded.

“Alright.”

She stood up and left decisively.

Fifteen minutes later.

Wan Tengjiao returned carrying two exquisite lunch boxes.

She handed one over.

“This is your lunch.”

Cheng Han froze briefly before accepting it.

“Thank you.”

Wan Tengjiao smiled.

“You’re refreshingly straightforward. That’s good.”

The corners of Cheng Han’s lips lifted.

“I’m hungry.”

Everyone in Class Two knew Wan Tengjiao’s father served in the Black Armor Army. Her family was extremely wealthy. Her mother had even purchased a house outside the school and hired a cook specifically to prepare her lunches.

Since a rich person was willing to treat him, why act pretentious?

Wan Tengjiao pursed her lips into a smile and said nothing more.

Cheng Han opened the lunch box and immediately began eating.

Inside were four dishes, all rare delicacies that ordinary people seldom saw. Every dish was full of color, aroma, and flavor, with tastes no worse than high-end restaurants from his previous world.

Before long, the school doctor returned.

After chatting briefly with him, the two left the infirmary.

When Cheng Han returned to the classroom and had just sat down, he immediately heard Qian Qingqing’s voice beside him.

“I heard you stayed in the infirmary for a long time taking care of Yan Hong?”

He nodded.

“That’s right.”

Qian Qingqing asked again,

“I didn’t see you in the cafeteria. You didn’t eat lunch, did you?”

Cheng Han hesitated briefly before giving an “Mm.”

The little girl clearly did not get along with Wan Tengjiao. Considering how often she fed him, Cheng Han felt it best not to tell the truth, otherwise she would definitely be unhappy.

Qian Qingqing immediately pulled out a pile of snacks from her desk drawer and stuffed them all into his arms.

“You must be starving by now. Hurry and eat!”

The corners of Cheng Han’s mouth twitched as he forced out a smile.

“Thank you.”

Even though he was already extremely full, he had no choice but to accept the snacks and force them into his mouth to cover up the lie he had just told.

Qian Qingqing asked worriedly,

“Is this enough? Should I go outside and buy more later?”

Cheng Han shook his head firmly.

“This is completely enough! No need to buy anything else!”

If the little girl really brought back another pile of food, he felt he might literally die from overeating right there in the classroom.

Qian Qingqing blinked her beautiful eyes.

“Really?”

Cheng Han swallowed a pastry with great effort and nodded repeatedly.

“Absolutely true!”

Only then did Qian Qingqing give up on the idea.

“That’s good.”

Cheng Han finally let out a huge sigh of relief.

Qian Qingqing continued chattering away:

“Everyone says you barely even know Yan Hong, yet you still took such good care of him. They’re saying there’s no class inspector in the entire school more responsible than you.”

From that sentence alone, it was obvious the story had already spread throughout the class, causing everyone to truly acknowledge him.

Rubbing his stomach, Cheng Han modestly replied,

“It was just part of my duty.”

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the classroom.

Wan Tengjiao casually glanced in a certain direction, pretending it was unintentional.

After withdrawing her gaze, she muttered softly to herself:

“I underestimated you. You can eat even more than I imagined.”

Earlier, worried that Cheng Han might not get full, she had specifically instructed the cook to pack extra food into the lunch box.

She had never expected Cheng Han would still have room left for snacks afterward.

During the final self-study period of the afternoon, Cheng Han could not be bothered to do homework, so he simply worked on his “private business.”

Recalling the “Imprinted Images” in his mind and carefully comparing them against the silhouette from the vision, he spent half an hour filtering out twelve suspects.

The number was even smaller than expected.

Compared to the several hundred people he had originally narrowed things down from, finding the mastermind behind the Grass Hound incident among twelve people was incomparably easier.

Cheng Han visualized the Imprinted Images, locked onto Suspect Number One, and silently said:

“Deduce.”

Even though he had never seen the person’s face or knew their name, a silhouette itself was the perfect “connection item.” The Omniscient Eye could obtain useful information through it.

A cool sensation immediately spread across the top of his head.

A vision appeared at once.

The result showed that Suspect Number One had attended a botany practical lesson the day before yesterday, but had done nothing to the Soft Silk Vine.

Cheng Han pressed onward, performing three more deductions in succession and eliminating three additional suspects.

When he reached Suspect Number Five, however, something different finally happened.

The deduction failed.

No vision appeared.

And failing to obtain a vision was itself the greatest problem.

Cheng Han’s expression became serious.

“The reason the earlier visions were so blurry is probably because the target possesses some kind of special power protecting him. The Omniscient Eye’s level is still too low to peer through his true identity.

“And this deduction failure means Suspect Number Five likely possesses special power as well. That actually proves he’s extremely likely to be the mastermind.”

To be safe, Cheng Han performed two more deductions.

The first targeted Suspect Number Six.

A vision appeared normally.

That meant the skill itself was functioning perfectly fine.

The second targeted Suspect Number Five once again.

It failed again.

One failure might have been coincidence.

Two consecutive failures meant certainty.

Cheng Han became greatly excited.

“So it really is this guy!”

Ring~

The dismissal bell rang.

Students who had long been unable to sit still surged out of the classroom like a flood.

The school only granted one rest day every ten days, and tomorrow happened to be that precious break. Naturally, everyone desperately wanted to get home early.

After greeting the little girl, Cheng Han slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

After proceeding more than ten meters down the hallway, he passed by Fourth Year Class Two and casually glanced inside, using the Imprinting technique to engrave the scene into his mind.

Cheng Han calmly turned his head away and continued walking at an unhurried pace while examining the Imprinted Image.

The instant his gaze swept past a desk, something stirred in his heart, and a piece of information flashed through his mind.

Qin Zicheng!

Found him!

Cheng Han let out a light laugh.

“Even though some special power protects you, preventing me from deducing anything from your silhouette, your desk has no such protection. I can still drag you out into the open.”

(End of Chapter)