The first class in the morning is called "History of the Sacred Banyan Tree", which is about the home of all mankind, the Wanhao Sacred Banyan Tree, and the history of this super sacred tree.
To a certain extent, this is also the history of mankind.
The lecturer is a beautiful young woman named "Ye Qin". She is almost thirty years old, which is the age when women are most mature and charming.
Of course, this is the favorite course for all the boys in the class.
Ye Qin quickly walked into the classroom and first announced the news: "Everyone, a group of Black Armored Army soldiers have arrived at the school gate."
The students were in an uproar.
Cheng Han's heart skipped a beat.
Officials finally took action!
Ye Qin raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and said another message: "In addition, the Black Armored Army has an order that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission."
The classroom is more lively.
The students had been in No.15 Middle School for three years, and this was the first time they encountered such a thing, so naturally everyone was extremely surprised.
A tall boy stood up and asked loudly: "Teacher Ye, why did the Black Armored Army suddenly blockade the school?"
This person is Fang Han.
His observation time in the meditation class was close to fifty seconds, and he was recognized by the entire class as the top student with the highest probability of forming a seal.
Fang Han made a smart guess: "Is there a monster hiding in the school?"
As soon as this statement came out, many students looked panicked.
Ye Qin immediately refuted the rumors: "There are absolutely no monsters in the school. The purpose of the Black Armored Army coming to No. 15 Middle School is to protect everyone's safety."
However, due to the "rhythm" brought by Fang Han, many students were still dubious.
Even Qian Qingqing is no exception.
The little girl looked worried: "What if the school is attacked?"
Cheng Han glanced at her and said calmly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to the school."
As the "mastermind" behind this incident, he naturally knew that the real target of the Black Armored Army was actually the blood-headed spider in the textile factory.
The teacher was right. The Black Armored Army sent people to guard the school gate specifically to protect the students.
Qian Qingqing asked: "How do you know?"
Cheng Han asked: "What is the Ability God's favorite sacrifice?"
Qian Qingqing hesitated for a moment and replied: "Of course it is the soul."
Cheng Han asked: "Students are under the age of eighteen, and their soul strength is obviously inferior to adults. If you were a believer in an alien god, would you choose a student?"
Qian Qingqing suddenly realized it and said in a tone of admiration: "Cheng Han, you are right!"
She whispered again: "This Fang Han is talking nonsense and has made me worry in vain."
At this time, Wen Jie suddenly interjected: "This is not necessarily the case. Aberrant God believers are all unreasonable lunatics and can do anything."
Cheng Han was too lazy to talk to him.
All the facts foreseen by the all-knowing eye before are enough to prove one thing. The believers of the alien gods are just acting crazy, and they are not without brains.
Qian Qingqing retorted without hesitation: "Wen Jie, are you a fool? You are in school, and you still want to be attacked?"
Wen Jie choked.
"Bang! Bang!"
Ye Qin knocked on the podium hard several times and said loudly: "Students, please be quiet. Class is starting now."
The noise quickly died away.
Ye Qin cleared his throat and narrated eloquently: "In the last class, everyone learned about the history of Shenrong in the early Middle Ages. At that time, the power of the three powerful gods was at its peak.
"It is worth noting that in addition to them, there were some weaker gods in the early Middle Ages. Today we will learn about these gods together..."
Cheng Han listened very attentively.
In another time and space, the recorded history of mankind is only a few thousand years, while the history of mankind in this world spans an astonishing thirty thousand years.
Therefore, he has a strong interest in this subject.
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The school provides a free lunch at noon, but the dishes are mainly vegetarian, and meat dishes are only available every two days. Students from better-off families usually bring some of their own meals.
When the bell rang for the fourth period, students poured out of the classroom.
Cheng Han was about to go to the cafeteria when he suddenly noticed that Qian Qingqing's expression was not right, and her dark eyebrows were tightly frowned.
He asked with concern: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Qian Qingqing bent over the table and said in a voice as low as a gnat: "My stomach hurts."
Any other boy would definitely think it was a stomachache, but when Cheng Han saw her covering her abdomen with her right hand, he immediately understood the reason - the little girl's relatives were here.
Given her age, this is not too early.
Dysmenorrhea is a common and difficult disease, and a considerable number of women suffer from this problem.
Cheng Han hesitated for a moment and asked, "Would you like me to help you..."
He originally planned to bring food to the little girl, but in the middle of the sentence, an idea flashed in his mind: "I have a way that may help you relieve the pain."
Qian Qingqing turned around and looked over: "What can we do?"
Cheng Han made a "massage" gesture: "Let me rub your lower abdomen."
Qian Qingqing was a little shy: "Isn't this bad?"
After all, there are differences between men and women, so even if they were sitting at the same table, she felt very embarrassed.
The little girl looked suspicious again: "I have rubbed it myself, but it has no effect at all."
Cheng Han explained with a smile: "This is my family's ancestral secret technique, which is very different from ordinary massage techniques."
Qian Qingqing said "poof": "You are an orphan, where did you get the ancestral craftsmanship?"
Cheng Han advised: "You won't lose a piece of meat if you try it. What if it works?"
He looked around the empty classroom: "Besides, everyone else has finished leaving and no one will see it. What are you afraid of?"
Qian Qingqing may have been in too much pain, so she finally compromised: "Okay."
Cheng Han first rubbed his hands vigorously to warm up his palms, then placed his right hand on the little girl's abdomen and began to press gently.
At the same time, he activated the true flame residual seal with his mind.
The halo around the residual seal instantly became brighter, and it began to absorb spiritual power spontaneously.
Qian Qingqing blushed for a moment, then turned to surprise: "You just rubbed your palms a few times, why did they become so hot?"
Cheng Han smiled and said: "My hand speed is faster."
Qian Qingqing didn't believe it: "But..."
Cheng Han interrupted the little girl: "Do you feel better?"
Qian Qingqing felt it for a moment and nodded: "The pain seems to have eased a little."
She became more and more surprised: "How did you do it?"
Cheng Han nodded with satisfaction: "I said, this is a secret skill passed down from our ancestors."
He said to himself in his heart: It is indeed a true flame residual seal, and it can actually cure menstrual cramps!
In his previous life, he read a news story about a woman who suffered from sudden menstrual cramps. There happened to be a stone pier by the roadside. She felt the pain was unbearable, so she sat on the stone pier to rest.
It was summer at that time, and the stone pier was very hot from the sun. After sitting for a while, the woman felt that the pain was greatly improved.
Cheng Han felt that the residual seal originated from the sun and contained magical power. It couldn't possibly be inferior to a sun-heated stone, right?
After more than ten seconds, Qian Qingqing shouted: "My stomach doesn't hurt at all."
Cheng Han retracted his right hand, nodded and said: "It seems that the effect of the ancestral secret technique is better than I imagined."
Qian Qingqing turned to look at his deskmate, admiring him to death: "Cheng Han, you are so awesome!"
The little girl knew very well that the so-called "ancestral secret skills" were just an excuse, and he probably had some unknown means.
Cheng Han smiled and said: "You often bring me breakfast, so it doesn't matter if I give you a little help. Besides, it's just a little effort for me."
Qian Qingqing said seriously: "Thank you!"
Cheng Han waved his hand nonchalantly: "You're welcome."