Chapter 50: What Strengths?

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Volume 1: First Steps in a New World

"Yuan Wendong and the others delayed me too long. Class is about to start this afternoon, I need to get back to my class," Chu Hanzhao said, wiping her mouth casually as she stood up. There were only a few people left in the dining hall at this point.

"What class are you in?" Zu An asked, curious.

"I'm..." For the first time, Chu Hanzhao felt a little hesitant, her voice involuntarily softening, "I'm in the Profound Class."

"Go ahead and laugh if you want. My sister is a top talent in the Heaven Class, the strongest student among them. As her younger sister, I'm not as good as her in any way. I've been mocked plenty over the years, so you're just one more."

To her surprise, Zu An patted her shoulder. "You must have been very sad all these years, haven't you? Don't worry, from now on, I'll be at the bottom with you. I'm still in the Yellow Class, after all."

When he first arrived in this world, everyone seemed to harbor great ill will towards him. Only this girl, when everyone in the ancestral hall was about to punish him, ran out to speak up for him. Seeing her so downcast now, he couldn't bear to kick her while she was down.

Chu Hanzhao was startled, then looked at him deeply. "Thank you."

Zu An continued to comfort her, "Everyone has their unique strengths. Maybe you're just not good at cultivation."

A slight mist appeared in Chu Hanzhao's eyes as she looked at him with heartfelt emotion. "So what do you think my strengths are?"

Zu An looked dismayed. "You actually took my comforting words seriously?" he thought. But seeing the expectant look in her eyes, he couldn't very well say she had no strengths.

However, they had interacted too little, and no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with any other strengths for her. After a long moment, he finally blurted out an answer: "Your legs... are particularly long?"

This was actually his honest thought. He still remembered that night when the girl sat on the table, her slender, well-proportioned beautiful legs swinging back and forth, as if they could sway any man's heart.

No wonder people always say that flat-chested women often have long legs.

Chu Hanzhao hadn't expected him to blurt out such an answer after all that time. "Pfft, pervert!" she spat, then ran off, her face flushed.

Zu An, however, was annoyed. "What's the point of just cursing?" he wondered. "Where's the Rage value? Why didn't I get a single point? Is there any justice left in this world?"

Not far away, Wei Suo walked over, his face full of fawning admiration. "Boss, I admire you more and more! To make a tomboy like Miss Chu blush so shyly, you're probably the only one in the whole school who could do it."

"Of course, don't you know who I am?" Zu An said, a smug look on his face. "By the way, what class do we have this afternoon?"

Originally, he had planned to escape right after lunch, but who knew he'd just reaped an unprecedented wave of Rage points? This made him realize that staying at school wasn't such an unacceptable thing after all.

"I think it's the Rites and Music class," Wei Suo replied.

"Rites and Music?" Zu An's eyes lit up. In his previous life, from elementary school to university, music teachers were always the prettiest, not only possessing great temperament but also skilled in singing and dancing, with excellent figures. In a world so rich in spiritual energy, shouldn't the music teachers be even more radiant and charming?

Zu An had never been so excited to go to class. He quickly strode back to the classroom. Man Yu, the large胖子, was originally chatting loudly with his companions, but as soon as they saw Zu An enter, they all fell silent.

They couldn't help but be cowardly. They couldn't win a fight, and their backing wasn't as strong as his. Besides, Ye Chenliang was probably still squatting on the playground, being dealt with by Lu De.

That bald man was a pervert; he'd just grab someone and relentlessly torment them.

Zu An naturally didn't care about the state of mind of his defeated opponents. At that moment, he was eagerly watching the classroom door, waiting for the beautiful teacher to arrive.

However, when a tottering old man walked in, he was completely dumbfounded. "Where was the promised singing and dancing? Where was the excellent temperament? If not, even a woman would have been fine, but why an old man?"

"Cough, cough. Open your textbooks. Today we're starting a new lesson— 'The Book of Rites.'"

"'Morality, benevolence, and righteousness cannot be established without rites. Teaching and rectifying customs are incomplete without rites. Disputes and lawsuits cannot be settled without rites. The relationships between ruler and minister, superiors and inferiors, father and son, elder and younger brothers, cannot be fixed without rites. Serving in office, pursuing learning, and attending to a teacher cannot foster closeness without rites. Arranging court, governing the army, taking official positions, and administering laws cannot maintain authority without rites. Prayers, ancestral offerings, and provision for spirits cannot be sincere or solemn without rites. Therefore, a gentleman, through reverence, moderation, and humility, demonstrates ritual. A parrot can speak, yet it remains a bird; an orangutan can speak, yet it remains a beast. If a person today is without rites, though they can speak, are they not acting with the heart of a beast? It is precisely because beasts have no rites that fathers and sons mate with the same doe. Therefore, the sages created rites to teach people, enabling them to possess rites and know how to distinguish themselves from beasts...'"

Help!

Zu An was completely stunned. Not only was there no beautiful teacher as he'd hoped, but it was also another lecture like this morning's, completely incomprehensible—it was even harder to endure than being in prison.

He glanced at the classroom door, wondering if he could use his "Great Wind" ability to teleport out. But then he remembered Wei Suo mentioning that the school's teachers were all masters, so it would probably be hard to escape unnoticed. Besides, that fierce-looking "Bright Peak" Lu De was still on the playground; wouldn't running out just put him straight into his hands?

Moreover, exposing his trump card under everyone's watchful eyes would simply not be worth it.

Zu An had no choice but to abandon the idea. However, it was impossible for him to listen attentively; he didn't know what this subject was for, and even if he tried, he wouldn't understand.

He decided to zone out in class, just like he used to in his previous life. He secretly summoned his keyboard and glanced warily at Wei Suo. "What do you see now?" he asked.

Wei Suo looked bewildered and subconsciously replied, "I see the boss's tranquil handsomeness."

"It's 'handsome,' not 'tranquil'," Zu An corrected, a sweatdrop forming on his forehead. This guy had buck teeth and a lisp! However, after confirming that no one else could see his keyboard, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

First, let's check how many Rage points I have. Huh?

Zu An rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He actually had a total of 57,454 Rage points! This was more than he had ever accumulated before.

He recalled that he had earned a batch at the school gate, then some scattered points within the school. Of course, the main contribution came during lunchtime when he was with Ye Chenliang and Yuan Wendong, from the surrounding onlookers.

He had to reflect that his previous strategy was flawed. Tormenting one person to death wouldn't earn him many Rage points. He needed to cast a wider net; earning Rage points from a crowd was much more efficient.

Hmm, in the future, I need to develop more AoE damage skills.

Next, it was time to draw. Too bad there was no convenient place to wash his hands and face right now.

Never mind, I'll just make do.

Zu An was about to press the Enter key but still felt a bit uneasy.

No, the steps can't be skipped! Even if he couldn't wash his face, he still needed to wash his hands to improve his luck.

So, he spat some saliva into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and then pressed the key.

The cursor spun around and finally landed on the number "4": Vitality Fruit!

Zu An was overjoyed. It seemed washing his hands really did work; he won on the very first try.

Wei Suo, sitting beside him, watched Zu An spit into his palm and then grin foolishly to himself. He instinctively shifted his butt further away from him. *The boss is certainly a master at living off women,* Wei Suo thought, *but his hygiene habits are really terrible. I wonder if his ladies know about this.*

Unaware of how strange his actions appeared to others, Zu An focused intently and began drawing:

"Thank you for participating!""Thank you for participating!""Thank you for participating!""Damn it, it's 'Thank you for participating!' again!"

Oh, wait, I got one. A Vitality Fruit.

Thank you for participating... Vitality Fruit... Thank you for participating... Vitality Fruit...

After drawing hundreds of times in a row, the cursor finally landed on a different spot—number "1": Believe in Chun Ge!

Zu An breathed a sigh of relief. He had actually wanted to draw this again, as his last injury, even with Divine Doctor Ji's spiritual medicine, hadn't healed that quickly. If he encountered a critical moment, how would his enemies give him time to recover slowly?

With "Believe in Chun Ge!", he wouldn't have to worry so much. Instant full health revival was equivalent to having an extra life.

Zu An continued drawing, hoping to get something different. After all, anything produced by this keyboard was surely a premium item. Unfortunately, things didn't go his way; his subsequent draws were either "Thank you for participating!" or Vitality Fruits.

I'll be damned if I believe this!

Zu An spat into his palm again, rubbed his hands, and started drawing anew. Fortunately, this time he had over 50,000 Rage points, allowing him 574 draws, giving him plenty of leeway.

Wei Suo, beside him, gulped. *Is the boss crazy?* he thought. *No, he's known as the 'King of Soft Rice,' how can I judge him by normal standards? Could this be the secret to why so many beautiful women favor him? I must learn this!*

So, he secretly spat into his palm and rubbed his hands. Then he couldn't resist bringing them to his nose for a sniff. The pungent smell nearly suffocated him.

At that moment, Zu An's face was filled with excitement, because the cursor had finally landed on a different number key—number "9"!

Lucky Pill!

Description: Temporarily raises your luck to maximum within one *shichen* (two hours). Any event that relies on luck will turn out in your favor.

Zu An's eyes lit up. This was perfect! When he drew prizes in the future, wouldn't he hit the jackpot every time? If he drew many times, wouldn't he be able to get an item from every single key?

Perhaps guessing his thoughts, a small line of text suddenly appeared below the description: "Note: The Lucky Pill is ineffective for keyboard draws."

Are you kidding me?!

Zu An almost smashed the keyboard. The items from this keyboard were good, but every single one had some kind of catch or flaw.

If it couldn't be used for keyboard draws, then what was this Lucky Pill for? This was the real world, not a game; there were no monster drop rates or anything. What good was luck? He might as well have gotten something to improve his attractiveness!

Oh, wait, I guess my attractiveness doesn't need improving after all.

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