The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The current harmony is largely based on the personal cultivation of both individuals.

However, Chen Guan didn't care.

His goal was never to integrate into a small group, but to gain popularity and improve his strength.

Maintaining appropriate and positive interaction with the protagonist serves as a trigger for camera shots.

After a quick meal in the cafeteria, the three parted ways.

An Changqing and Su Yuehe seemed to have other things to do, while Chen Guan returned to his dormitory alone.

Back in room 304, I checked the body's condition as usual, fed it liquid food, and did a simple cleaning.

After doing all that, he relaxed a little and brought up the system panel.

Popularity: 1892

Even after the test ended, the popularity rating continued to grow steadily.

Chen Guan thought for a moment and added 1.8 points to his stamina.

The physical attribute slowly increased.

[Stamina: 3.2]

Greater stamina means the vest can withstand more intense activities. His coffin is both a sharp spear and an unyielding shield, making it top-notch as both a weapon and armor in the short term.

It's just that I'll have to make do with this for a while.

He changed into a clean school uniform. Although it was an illusion, he still sweated a bit, so he changed his clothes. Seeing that it was almost two o'clock, he once again carried the black iron coffin and headed to the Tian Shu Tower.

The Tian Shu Tower complex is magnificent and imbued with spiritual energy.

Following the directions on the terminal map, Chen Guan arrived at classroom 101 on the first floor of the main building.

The classroom was spacious and bright, decorated simply yet stylishly, and nearly twenty people were already seated there.

When he carried the iconic black coffin into the classroom, the previously whispering classroom instantly fell silent.

A barrage of gazes were cast upon us, like invisible searchlights.

Chen Guan's expression remained unchanged, his gaze calmly sweeping across the classroom.

An Changqing, sitting in the front row by the window, nodded slightly to him.

Long Ao sat in the back corner, eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

Su Yuehe was sitting to the side and behind An Changqing. When she saw Chen Guan come in, her eyes lit up and she waved her hand slightly.

Besides these, there were several unfamiliar faces, some handsome and some beautiful, each with a different temperament, most of them carrying the arrogance unique to Tianjiao.

He found a seat near the back and a window, and carefully placed the black iron coffin beside him.

This location is inconspicuous and easy to access.

Just as I settled down, a slightly frivolous voice came from the right side of the front row: "Wow, our Tian Shu class is really full of talent, even a coffin has a place? Are you planning to use this black box as a desk or a bed?"

The voice belonged to a young man wearing a flashy pink shirt with a few strands of gold in his hair. He had a flippant look in his eyes and was glancing sideways at the coffin, with an undisguised sneer on his lips.

Several other equally flamboyantly dressed teenagers next to him chuckled softly.

"Liu Feiyu, say no more."

An Changqing frowned slightly and spoke up to stop him. Although his tone was gentle, he had a convincing demeanor.

The boy in the pink shirt, named Liu Feiyu, curled his lip, seemingly wary of An Changqing. He refrained from loudly mocking him, but still muttered, "Is this all the special admissions are for? What was Dean Situ thinking...?"

Chen Guan didn't even lift his eyelids, completely ignoring the noise.

This level of provocation was nothing compared to the cold shoulders he had endured before. He didn't need to bother with such a person, and he didn't yet have the power to overturn the table.

He is now more focused on his upcoming mentor and the environment of the Tian Shu Class.

And... even more importantly, popularity rating.

Who is this man in pink? Why is he talking about our Coffin Guy like that?

[Liu Feiyu, a forum expert has compiled information about him; his father is apparently the richest man in China?]

[Damn, so what if he's the richest man? Can he be more powerful than Xiao An's dad? Xiao An is so amiable.]

Amidst the barrage of comments, the classroom door was silently pushed open.

Situ Ming, dressed in a deep purple robe, slowly entered.

In an instant, all noise disappeared, the air seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure spread out, causing these proud and arrogant young people to subconsciously straighten their backs and restrain their expressions.

Situ Ming walked onto the podium, his gaze like a calm, deep pool, slowly sweeping over every young face below the stage.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the coffin in the old coffin and the coffin beside him, then looked away.

"I am Situ Ming."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a peculiar power that calmed the mind yet commanded respect: "For the next year, I will be the responsible mentor for your Tian Shu class."

After a brief self-introduction, he cut straight to the point without any further pleasantries.

"The Tian Shu Class is the pinnacle of Huaqing University. Those who enter this class must be of the highest caliber in terms of talent, temperament, and potential. But sitting here today only represents the starting point."

Situ Ming spoke calmly, yet every word carried immense weight: "Huaqing does not tolerate mediocrity, and Tianshu cannot tolerate waste either. There are monthly internal assessments. Those with the lowest scores are demoted to Tianxuan, while the best from Tianxuan can be promoted to Tianshu. Survival of the fittest is an age-old rule."

What's that old man babbling about? Is he having some kind of pretentious, artsy syndrome?

Chen Guan nodded to himself; the comments had been the most accurate this time.

Many students' eyes sharpened, feeling a heavy pressure, especially those who got in through family connections; their expressions changed slightly.

There was no such rule in previous years, is this some kind of targeted attack?

"Apart from the competition within the class, as members of the Tian Shu Class, you automatically qualify for the Hidden Dragon List."

Situ Ming continued, "Being on the list is not only about honor, but also means real resource allocation. The list is updated quarterly, and all students in the college can challenge for it."

The Hidden Dragon List! A burning flame ignited in the eyes of many students.

That is a symbol of strength, a pass to the path to greater strength. The Hidden Dragon Ranking does not consider family background or connections; only strength reigns supreme!

That's a unique ranking list at Tsinghua University, where students are ranked. The higher the ranking, the greater the privileges. You could say that it's not impossible for the top student to ride on the teacher's back to attend class.

Long Ao finally opened his eyes, and he seemed to already see himself at the top of the list.

"Today's first lesson will not focus on theoretical practice."

Situ Ming changed the subject, his gaze becoming profound: "I'll only ask you one question."

He paused, as if giving everyone ample time to prepare: "Why do you pursue power? What makes you want to become stronger?"

This question is far more profound than the one posed to Chen Guan in the illusion.

The classroom fell into a thoughtful silence.

Some people frowned in deep thought, some had shifty eyes, and some subconsciously looked at the people around them.

Situ Ming did not urge them, but waited quietly, as if observing the echoes deep within each person's soul.

Chen Guan also lowered his eyes.

Why? For popularity? To awaken the original body? These are goals, driving forces, but they don't seem to represent the meaning of power.

He recalled the dialogue in that pure white space at the end of the illusion.

Thinking of myself sleeping in the coffin, thinking of the hardships I've endured through two lifetimes, thinking of the faint but persistent hope for the future.

A moment later, a clear and firm voice broke the silence.

An Changqing stood up, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes clear and bright. Meeting Situ Ming's gaze, he said loudly, "I believe that the pursuit of power is for the purpose of having the ability to protect."