Chinese Superman

Xia Xinghan gripped the jade lock in his hand, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

In terms of its flexible adaptability and the fact that it does not consume the user's life force, the Three Abundances and Nine Likenesses Lock is no less than a Grade A relic.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qian."

Xia Xinghan thanked him in a childish voice and carefully hung the jade lock around his neck.

Xiang Xiaohu leaned closer, looked at the jade lock on Xia Xinghan's chest, then touched the bronze cauldron on his own chest, his eyes lighting up: "Boss! You have the jade lock, I have the Overlord Cauldron! From now on, if we join forces, we'll be the Jade Overlord Duo! How about that? Awesome, right?"

Xia Xinghan rolled his eyes at him, annoyed: "Who wants to form some kind of 'bathroom heater' combination with you... It sounds like a water heater."

"It's Jade Overlord! The domineering aura of jade!" Xiang Xiaohu hurriedly corrected.

Watching the two children bicker, Old Qian smiled and shook his head, then said seriously, "Alright, let's get down to business. Starting next week, you two will be transferred to the 'Opening Heaven Class' to receive systematic training."

"The Opening Class?" Xiang Xiaohu blinked.

"That was an important part of the 'Project Opening Heaven'." Old Qian stood up and tapped the ground lightly with his cane. "The predecessor of the Opening Heaven Team was Bureau 749, which was dedicated to containing and researching individuals with special abilities."

"Bureau 749?"

Xia Xinghan's lips twitched.

He recalled a terrible movie he had watched before he transmigrated, and he never expected that in this world, such institutions not only actually existed, but also operated in a more formal manner.

"However, with the revival of spiritual energy and the manifestation of sacred relics, the nature of the Opening Heaven Class has changed." Old Qian's gaze swept over the two children. "It is no longer just a shelter, but a cradle for cultivating the backbone of the future to resist crises."

"The students in the class are mainly divided into two categories: one is people who originally possessed special abilities; the other is young 'weapon holders' like Xiaohu, who were chosen by the relics."

Upon hearing what Mr. Qian said, Xia Xinghan couldn't help but feel hopeful.

……

A week later, deep within the base, in the teaching area of ​​the Opening Heaven Class.

This is a large, well-equipped complex that includes traditional classrooms, special training grounds, psionic testing rooms, and relic adaptation laboratories.

The slogan "Opening up new horizons and forging ahead into the future" hangs on the corridor walls, subtly revealing the heavy mission this organization shoulders.

Inside the classroom, about twenty boys and girls, aged between twelve and eighteen, were whispering among themselves.

Today is the day for new students to register, and those in the know have already heard that two "special transfer students" are coming.

"I heard he's the one who wields the weapon! And the one who carries the Overlord Cauldron!" A tall, thin boy wearing thick glasses said in a low voice.

"Really? That's a Class A relic!" The girl with a ponytail next to her exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"That's not all, there's something even more mysterious, called a 'specially protected individual,' with an extremely high level of secrecy..."

The classroom door was pushed open, and the homeroom teacher, Li Su, walked in.

The male teacher, who appeared to be around forty years old, had a resolute face, wore a crisp combat-style training uniform, and had sharp, eagle-like eyes.

He waved towards the door.

The first one to enter was Xiang Xiaohu.

At five years old, he stood tall with his head held high, his tiger eyes wide open, and the Overlord Cauldron pendant on his chest swayed gently with his steps, its bronze luster subtly flowing.

Although he only reached Teacher Li's waist in height, his fearless and bold spirit drew the attention of the entire class.

"Wow, it really is just a little kid..."

"He's the one who wields the Overlord Cauldron? How cool!"

"Wasn't there one more? Why didn't it come in?"

The students craned their necks to look towards the door, but only saw Xiang Xiaohu.

Teacher Li stepped aside and cleared her throat: "Classmates, today we welcome two new students to our class."

"The first one is Xiang Xiaohu, five years old, the one who holds the Overlord Cauldron."

Xiang Xiaohu stepped forward, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said in a deep, resonant voice, "Hello everyone! My name is Xiang Xiaohu! I look forward to working with you all!"

The combination of his mature-looking gestures and childish voice made several girls cover their mouths and giggle.

Teacher Li nodded, then turned to the side and said to the door, "Come in."

The classroom fell silent. Everyone stared at the door.

One second, two seconds...

A tiny figure, shorter than a school desk, slowly shuffled in.

It was a delicately sculpted toddler dressed in a custom-made mini training outfit. He walked slowly, but each step was steady.

Standing on the podium, Xia Xinghan raised his small face and looked around.

Ok……

I can't see any classmates, all I see are table legs.

"This is Wang Nezha." Teacher Li's voice was somewhat subtle. "One year old, born with three excesses and nine like locks, and is also a special guardian of the base."

Dead silence.

All twenty-odd pairs of eyes in the class were fixed on the tiny boy who wasn't even as tall as the desk leg.

The air froze for a full five seconds.

"One, one year old?!"

Finally, someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Are you kidding me?! An infant?!"

"The one who wields the weapon? Has he been weaned yet?!"

"How...how are we supposed to have class like this? Who's going to change the diapers?"

The classroom erupted in chaos.

Even the usually composed senior students looked on incredulously.

The Opening Heaven Class has had young students before, with several as young as twelve or thirteen.

But one year old? An infant?

It completely shattered everyone's expectations.

Seeing this, Xiang Xiaohu snorted and shouted, "What's all the noise about! My boss is awesome! He beat me up a few days ago!"

"IMHO……"

Xiang Xiaohu glanced quickly at Xia Xinghan to make sure he was standing, then said, "Everyone here is trash!"

These words only added fuel to the fire.

"A five-year-old getting beaten up by a one-year-old?"

"Is the person wielding the Overlord Cauldron so incompetent...?"

"I don't believe it! There's definitely something fishy going on!"

"That brat is so arrogant!"

Xia Xinghan stood beside the podium, seemingly oblivious to the uproar in the hall.

He looked up at Teacher Li and asked in a childish voice, but his words were unusually clear: "Teacher, where is my seat?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the whole class fell silent again.

It can talk and walk; it doesn't look like a one-year-old baby at all!

Teacher Li took a deep breath and pointed to the center of the first row of the classroom—

There was a specially made booster chair with guardrails, and on the table were baby bottles and teething biscuits.

"OK."

Xia Xinghan nodded and walked over with his short legs.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he crawled into the baby chair, settled himself in, picked up his textbook from the table, opened it, and began to read it with great seriousness.

He remained calm and composed throughout, as if his classmates, who were old enough to be his older brothers, sisters, uncles, or aunts, were the ones making a fuss.

At the observation window at the back door of the classroom, Mr. Qian and Lin Tingwan stood quietly.

"Will he be able to adapt?" Lin Tingwan asked with some concern.

Looking at the small figure sitting in the baby chair flipping through a book, Mr. Qian smiled and said, "You underestimate him."

In the classroom.

Teacher Li tapped on the podium: "Quiet! Quiet!"

"From today onwards, Wang Nezha and Xiang Xiaohu are members of our class. Everyone knows the rules of the Kaitian Class—no asking about the past, no discussing private matters, sincere cooperation, and a shared future!"

His gaze swept across the entire class, lingering for a moment on the faces of several older students whose eyes were darting around.

"Now, let's turn to Chapter One of 'General Theory of Relics.' Today we'll be discussing—relics and their owners."