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

Baal spoke lazily in the mental space.

"If you go out now, those kids outside will probably have a meeting right there and then."

Chen Guan remained silent.

Barr laughed again.

"A Mythical type guarding the gate, an Enhancement type blocking the way, and another guy carrying an axe with an old turtle keeping watch downstairs. That's quite a lineup. Even Lord Baal would be envious of your treatment."

Chen Guan fell silent. He had no doubt about Baal's perception, and sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Don't they need to sleep?"

Barr gloated, "Sometimes friends are harder to deal with than curses."

Chen Guan rubbed his temples and decided to check out the academy forum.

As soon as he clicked on it, the first trending post highlighted in red on the homepage popped up.

[Follow-up discussion regarding the decision by Chen Guan himself not to use the photo frame for the time being]

The post is incredibly popular.

The comments below are still refreshing rapidly.

The student council is very efficient, but its direction is slightly off.

[I have read this and will not use it for now. Can this sentence be included in the academy's annual quote?]

[It is suggested that this be made into a safety education poster, with the title "Cherish Life, Reply to Messages Promptly."]

[Stop fooling around upstairs, Chairman An really looks like he wants to draw his sword tonight.]

[At the scene, a red-haired beauty kept smiling, but she looked a bit unfamiliar. Which class was she in? Let me inquire: I'm a knowledge-based superpowered individual, tall, handsome, and not rich.]

This isn't a confession wall, hey!

Satisfied, they departed.

Chen Guan opened the system panel again.

However, what catches the eye first this time is the high popularity rating.

[Popularity: 1.96 million]

Chen Guan looked at the number and his eyebrows twitched.

To seize the young?

One million nine hundred and sixty thousand?

The Shanghai Metropolitan Area disappeared, but Huaqing Mountain was resurrected.

With this combination of moves, in the eyes of viewers on Earth, the plot has probably already transformed from a school battle anime into a suspenseful thriller.

He opened the audience forum.

as predicted.

The forums on Blue Star are much more lively than those on the academy forums.

[I told you Chen Guan wasn't dead! If he were, I'd eat my keyboard!]

[Don't celebrate yet, upstairs. Another coffin like this has appeared in the North. This plot is starting to get scary.]

Got it, Chen Guan isn't the one carrying coffins; he's General Manager Chen of AAA Coffin Wholesale.

Is it possible that the coffin was another ancient coffin?

Don't talk nonsense, I'm getting goosebumps.

[An Changqing traveled over 10,000 kilometers overnight, showcasing the strongest bond of friendship in this episode.]

[Long Ao verbally complained but physically blocked the door, a textbook example of tsundere behavior, adding another red-haired stereotype to the list.]

Chen Guan flipped through a few more pages, still finding a huge amount of memes and references.

The more he scrolled down, the more he felt that the audience's mental state was not suitable for continuing to watch.

Is it possible that the coffin in the North is the original, and the one Chen is carrying is a peripheral item?

[Are you being rude? This character has been around for so long, and you're calling them a copycat.]

[I'm more concerned about one thing: will Chen Guan also have the same item?]

Chen Guan's hand stopped on the screen.

This comment got a lot of upvotes.

Does he have the same one?

Chen Guan could hardly imagine that scene.

He closed the forum, put his phone on the table, walked to the coffin, and placed his hand on the coffin surface.

The coldness of the black iron traveled through my palm.

The coffin was very quiet, but his true form lay inside.

From the day he transmigrated, it had been with him as a beginner's gift pack.

Chen Guan had never imagined that there could be a similar product.

The coffins are the same style, but what about the tube?

He felt that his system was more like a counterfeit, since it had already run away and was probably returned to the factory for recycling.

That's a bit too dramatic.

Chen Guan stared at the system panel for a long time.

The popularity score is still rising.

The numbers after 1.96 million slowly rose, like someone was lining up on Earth to stick a label on his forehead.

Now, perhaps only Tongzi can answer this question.

I miss you, Laotong. Please come back soon.

Chen Guan never expected that mechanical voice from the system.

Chen Guan's sleep was short.

As dawn broke, the sounds of people exercising could be heard outside the dormitory window.

Huaqing students have always been quite unruly, especially after the Shanghai incident and the Northern War, the usage rate of the training grounds has doubled.

Many students complained about being too tired, but their bodies betrayed them as they stood in the morning breeze, demonstrating their high school routine.

There are only three types of people who can enter Huaqing: geniuses, top students, and geniuses who are also top students.

Oh, we don't count people like Chen Guan who use system cheats.

Chen Guan opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The room was still his room.

A cell phone sat on the table, a coffin leaned against the wall, and the curtains were not fully drawn, letting in the morning light slanting through the gaps.

Everything is normal.

It was so normal that he felt a little uncomfortable.

Baal spoke in the mental space: "Awake? Lord Baal thought you were going to lie down for a while, after all, you are now an academy-certified resurrected person."

Chen Guan sat up, grabbed his coat, and put it on: "You can continue sleeping."

"The Demon God never sleeps."

"Then you're quite pitiful, on standby 24/7."

Baal was quiet for a moment, then he laughed: "With that mouth of yours, you'll be worshipped sooner or later. You won't even need a memorial tablet; your photo is ready."

"Also, kid, don't judge a demon god with the eyes of a mortal. I am busy at all times, and I am also resting at all times."

Chen Guan didn't reply and continued washing up.

He walked to the door, and as soon as he opened it, he saw a person leaning against the opposite wall.

Long Ao crossed his arms and lowered his head slightly, looking as if he had just closed his eyes to rest not long ago.

He heard the door open and looked up.

The two looked at each other.

The morning light was faint in the corridor.

Chen Guan asked, "You didn't go home last night?"

Long Ao stretched his neck and said in a firm tone, "Just passing by."

They became even more stubborn.

Chen Guan glanced at the empty energy drink bottle at his feet.

"Just passing through for one night?"

Long Ao put the bottle into his storage ring without batting an eye: "I'm happy to."

He wouldn't just pass by for one night; he and An Changqing work in shifts.

Chen Guan nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Long Ao frowned: "Don't say that, it's disgusting."

Chen Guan turned and walked out.

At the dormitory stairwell, An Changqing was coming up from below, carrying two breakfasts in his hands.

He changed into a clean school uniform, and his complexion was much better than last night, although he still had a medicated plaster prescribed by the infirmary on his forehead.

After he saw the coffin, he handed over one of the breakfasts.

"I brought you some food."

Chen Guan took the bag and glanced at the porridge and steamed buns inside; they were exceptionally simple.

"You got up quite early."

An Changqing didn't hide anything: "Teacher Situ asked me to get a follow-up examination."

Chen Guan looked at the talisman between his eyebrows: "How's the report?"

"Still alive."

Chen Guan paused for a moment.

An Changqing returned those three words to him, and it went quite smoothly.

It really is black sesame glutinous rice balls.

Long Ao caught up from behind and, upon hearing this, didn't let him off the hook either, immediately saying, "Why does that sound so familiar?"

An Changqing ignored him and only looked at Chen Guan: "I remember you have class this morning. If you don't go now, you might not have enough time to make up for the missed class hours later."

Chen Guan nodded: "Yes, so I'm getting ready to go to class."

"I'll go too."

Long Ao interjected, "Me too."

Here are the benefits of flexible class schedules.