The moment he stepped into the room, the noise in the class instantly dropped quite a bit.
After all, they're high school students, and talking behind someone's back is completely different from saying it to their face.
Of course, except for the class monitor, who remained snide even in person.
"Oh! Isn't this our top arts student! How come you have time to come back to class? Here to take the exam and drag the class down?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping'an gave him a slight glance.
In an instant, for some reason, the monitor felt a panic in his heart, as if faced with a predator looking down on him, overwhelmed by the pressure of life level, and he didn't dare to continue speaking.
After a glance, Lin Ping'an said nothing and calmly walked to his seat.
Meanwhile, the monitor's face flushed red, whether from his earlier cowardice or some other reason.
Filled with anger, his voice was filled with indignation.
"Hey, hey, hey... Lin Ping'an... I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me? If I were you... I'd simply transfer to the arts class..."
"Without talent, don't cultivate... Don't come here to drag us down..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping'an slightly turned his head and gave him another look.
The next moment, the earlier scene repeated itself.
The monitor was directly silenced, not daring to utter another word.
Nearby, the other students seemed puzzled, having felt nothing unusual themselves.
At this moment, they just felt that the monitor was acting a bit strange today. Although he had taken issue before, he'd never acted so targeted.
Moreover, he suddenly went silent, which was somewhat odd.
Just then, Teacher Li, the class teacher, appeared and walked into the classroom.
Lin Ping'an timely turned his head, no longer focusing on the monitor.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
The monitor slumped into his seat with his legs weak, gasping heavily.
Nearby, the other classmates were also bewildered, with a few closer ones silently moving their desks away.
Who knows if this 'illness' is contagious, better to stay a little further away.
On the other side, Teacher Li furrowed her elegant brow, looking around in confusion.
When her gaze fell on Lin Ping'an, she suddenly felt something was off.
There was a sense that this student was different from usual.
But before she could figure it out, she suddenly smelled a strange odor, and her expression changed.
At the same time, the other students also caught the smell and searched for its source, with all eyes landing on the monitor.
The next moment, the monitor's face turned from red to purple, and as if pricked, he sprang up and dashed out like the wind.
"Teacher, I'm going to the restroom..."
His voice echoed, but he was already out of sight.
Some people are still alive, but they have experienced social death.
At this moment, the monitor was one such person.
Although his body was fine, under Lin Ping'an's repeated gazes, he couldn't hold it in and wet his pants.
Perhaps, this is what they call karma!
Lin Ping'an, the instigator, twitched the corners of his mouth at this outcome.
He hadn't expected this result.
Unexpected indeed! Truly unexpected.
Honestly, it wasn't intentional.
A little brat that wasn't even worth his attention wouldn't have warranted this.
Upon seeing this, Teacher Li coughed lightly and waved her hand.
"Alright, everyone else, follow me for the Qi Blood Test. Zheng Hui, Shao Jie, you two go check on Zhao Hao, and remember to tell him to head to the test site when you're done."
After casually naming two students who usually hung out with the monitor, she eagerly left the classroom.
The other students quickly followed suit.
The smell was too unbearable to stay.
Meanwhile, the two named students reluctantly went to find their monitor.
At this moment, in the restroom, the monitor was gritting his teeth, muttering curses.
"Damn it, Lin Ping'an, I must teach you a lesson! How dare you make me lose face like this."
"I won't rest until I get my revenge!"
In fact, he didn't even know why he had wet his pants, but it didn't stop him from blaming it all on Lin Ping'an.
It's the one he hated and envied the most, naturally making him the scapegoat.
Of course, this wasn't entirely without basis, as Lin Ping'an was indeed the instigator.
At the Qi Blood Testing site, students from Martial Arts Class One and Two were queuing up.
At this moment, Lin Ping'an was mixed in with Class Three's queue, slowly moving forward.
The Qi Blood Test was performed with a special Qi Blood Storage. Entering it and unleashing one's Qi blood would yield precise data.
The state of one's body at the time also affected the results, though not by much.
Ahead, a small commotion followed each test.
"Wow! That's amazing! 98 calories! Zhao Huishu from Class One is only two points shy of her first Body Tempering! After the college entrance exam, she might break through to become a First Grade Martial Artist!"
"Damn! Liu Ze from Class Two is even more impressive, reaching 99 calories! My God! No wonder he tops our school's genius rankings."
"Tch, Zhao Huishu isn't just excellent in Martial Arts; her academic performance is the second-best in the entire school. Overall, she's the strongest genius."
"..."
To increase competitiveness, the Qi Blood Test results were displayed outside the storage, visible to everyone.
Because of this, whenever ordinary students saw these unattainable Qi Blood values, it sparked a commotion.
The so-called 'school genius' was merely a label among the students.
After all, the Human Race takes pride in its geniuses. When ordinary people encounter those out of reach, they naturally revere them as geniuses.
It's the highest honor and the greatest compliment.
Moments later, it was Lin Ping'an's turn for testing, and many students outside were watching and waiting.
The already tested students from Class One and Two also remained.
"Hey! Who's that fair-faced person who just went in? They look familiar?"
"Me too, they seem familiar, but I can't quite place them!"
"I remember now... I remember... that's Lin Ping'an!"
"Oh, oh, oh... so that's him... I thought they looked familiar! He's the top arts student!"
"I heard his talent is extremely low and his martial arts aptitude is poor. He was only admitted to the Martial Arts class because he was the top arts student in the entire city during the entrance exams."
"What do you think his Qi blood level is? I heard last time it was below seventy!"
"What? Below seventy? My great-grandma's Qi blood value is higher than that!"
"May I ask, what does your great-grandma do for entertainment?"
"She's the leader of Xiping District's Elderly Martial Arts Exercise Group in the plaza!"
"..."
The students chatted away, diverting their attention and hardly paying attention.
To them, it was just another low Qi blood value, posing no threat.
So what if he's the top arts student?
In the martial arts exams, arts subjects only account for twenty percent, rendering good grades practically useless.