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Chapter 10 [10] Aunt Buster

It's exactly eight o'clock.

"Ding bell~"

The school bell rang.

The first class in the morning is called "History of the Divine Banyan Tree", which tells the history of the super divine tree, Wanhao Divine Banyan, the home of all mankind.

In a way, this is also the history of mankind.

The lecturer is a beautiful young woman named "Ye Qin", about 30 years old, which is the most mature age for women.

Of course, this is the class that the boys like most.

Ye Qin walked into the classroom quickly, and first announced a message: "Everyone, a group of Black Armored Soldiers has arrived at the gate of the school."

The students were in an uproar.

Cheng Han's heart skipped a beat.

Officials have finally acted!
Ye Qin raised her hands, signaled for everyone to be quiet, and said another message: "In addition, the Black Armor 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 the [-]th Middle School for three years, and this was the first time they had encountered such a thing, so naturally they were 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 50 seconds, and he was recognized by the whole class as the top student with the highest probability of getting a seal.

Fang Han made a smart guess: "Could it be that there are monsters hiding in the school?"

As soon as this remark came out, many students showed panic.

Ye Qin immediately opened his mouth to refute the rumors: "There are absolutely no monsters in the school. The purpose of the Black Armor Army coming to No. [-] Middle School is to protect everyone's safety."

However, due to the wave of "rhythm" brought by Fang Han, many students are still dubious.

Even Qian Qingqing was no exception.

The little girl looked worried: "What should we do if the school is attacked?"

Cheng Han glanced at her and said calmly, "Don't worry, the school will be fine."

As the "behind the scenes" of this incident, he naturally knew that the real target of the Black Armor 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 to protect the students.

Qian Qingqing asked: "How do you know?"

Cheng Han asked back: "What is Ability God's favorite sacrifice?"

Qian Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Of course it is the soul."

Cheng Han asked: "The students are not full, and the strength of the soul is obviously inferior to that of adults. If you were a believer in alien gods, would you choose students?"

Qian Qingqing suddenly realized, her tone of admiration: "Cheng Han, you are right!"

She whispered again: "This Fang Han, talking nonsense, made me worry for nothing."

At this time, Wen Jie suddenly interjected: "This is not necessarily the case. Ability God believers are unreasonable lunatics, and they can do anything."

Cheng Han didn't bother to talk to him.

All the facts foreseen by the all-knowing eye are enough to prove one thing, the believers of the alien gods are just acting crazy, they are not without brains.

Qian Qingqing said without hesitation: "Wen Jie, are you an idiot? You are in school yourself, and you want to be attacked?"

Wen Jie choked.

"Bang! Bang!"

Ye Qin knocked hard on the podium a few times, and said loudly: "Students, please be quiet, class starts now."

The uproar died away quickly.

Ye Qin cleared his throat, and narrated eloquently: "In the last class, everyone learned the history of Shenrong in the early Middle Ages, when the power of the three different gods was at its peak.

"It is worth noting that in addition to them, there were some weaker Ability Gods in the early Middle Ages. Today we will learn about these Ability Gods..."

Cheng Han listened very attentively.

In another time and space, the recorded history of human beings is only a few thousand years, while the human history of this world spans an astonishing 3 years.

Therefore, he has a strong interest in this course.

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The school provides a free lunch at noon, but the dishes are mainly vegetarian, and you can only see meat every two days. Students from better families usually bring some meals with them.

When the bell rang for the end of the fourth period, the students rushed 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 his black eyebrows were tightly frowned.

He asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Qian Qingqing bent down on the table, her voice was as soft as a gnat: "Stomach hurts."

If it were any other boy, he would definitely think it was a stomachache, but when Cheng Han saw her covering her stomach with her right hand, he immediately understood the reason—the little girl's relatives came.

At her age, that's not too early.

Dysmenorrhea is a common intractable disease, and a considerable number of women have this problem.

Cheng Han hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you want me to help you..."

He originally planned to bring food to the little girl, but in the middle of the conversation, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "I have a way, which may help you relieve the pain."

Qian Qingqing turned her head and looked over: "What way?"

Cheng Han made a "massage" gesture: "Let me rub your belly."

Qian Qingqing was a little shy: "Is this not good?"

After all, men and women are different, even if they are at the same table, she feels very embarrassed.

The little girl showed suspicion again: "I rubbed it myself, and it didn't work at all."

Cheng Han explained with a smile: "This is my family's ancestral secret technique, which is quite different from ordinary massage techniques."

Qian Qingqing gave a "bah" sound: "You are an orphan, where did you get the ancestral craftsmanship?"

Cheng Han persuaded: "Try it and you won't lose a piece of meat. What if it works?"

He looked around the empty classroom: "Besides, everyone else is gone, no one will see, 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 put his right hand on the little girl's abdomen, and began to press gently.

At the same time, he activated the residual seal of true flame with his mind.

The halo around the residual print instantly brightened a bit, and it began to absorb spiritual power spontaneously.

Qian Qingqing blushed a little at first, and then turned to surprise: "You rubbed your palms a few times just now, how did you 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, then nodded: "The pain seems to have eased a bit."

She became more and more surprised: "How did you do it?"

Cheng Han nodded in satisfaction: "As I said, this is a secret skill passed down from the ancestors."

He secretly said in his heart: As expected of the residual seal of true inflammation, it can also treat dysmenorrhea!

In his previous life, he had read a piece of news about a woman suffering from dysmenorrhea. It happened that there was a stone pier beside the road. She felt the pain unbearably, so she sat on the stone pier to rest.

It was summer at that time, and Shidun was scorching hot in the sun. After sitting for a while, the woman felt that the pain improved greatly.

Cheng Han felt that the residual seals originated from the sun and contained magical powers. It is impossible to be inferior to a hot stone pier, right?
After more than ten seconds, Qian Qingqing yelled: "My stomach doesn't hurt at all."

Cheng Han withdrew 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 her deskmate, admiring her to death: "Cheng Han, you are amazing!"

The little girl knew very well that the so-called "ancestral secret technique" was just an excuse, and he probably had unknown methods.

Cheng Han said with a smile: "You often bring me breakfast, it's nothing if I do you a little favor, besides, it's just a little effort for me."

Qian Qingqing said seriously: "Thank you!"

Cheng Han waved his hand indifferently: "You're welcome."

(End of this chapter)