187: Chapter 186 Why is there a green-haired guy here?

The next morning, in the auditorium of the vocational college's main teaching building.

There were quite a few new transfer students this time, numbering over twenty, which was almost enough to make up a full class.

Gu Han picked a seat in the second row by the aisle and sat down. Tang Wuying, wearing a face mask, closely followed and sat down next to him.

Turning his head, he saw Tang Wuying winking at him, and followed his gaze to look over.

Sitting at the far left of the front row was precisely that SSS-Rank person he mentioned yesterday. Wearing a loose Daoist robe with his full head of white hair casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, he looked completely out of place among a crowd of students in casual clothes.

But this still wasn't the most exaggerated part.

Two empty seats away from Chu Baiqi sat a boy wearing a face mask.

He hadn't looked closely when he first walked in; it turned out to be a person, as he had thought it was some kind of decoration.

A custom red and blue alternating suit, a pair of golden Chelsea boots on his feet, and the most fatal part was that head of green hair, sprayed full of hair gel and standing straight up like a pillar, looking exactly like a style walked straight out of an anime.

"Doesn't that white-haired guy ever change his clothes?" Tang Wuying muttered quietly, "How is there still a green-haired guy? Why is everyone in this school crazier than the last!"

Gu Han withdrew his gaze, finding this impossible to comment on.

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Ahead, four senior instructors lined up in a row, and their head teacher Zhang Weida walked up to the microphone with a list.

"Quiet, transfer students." Zhang Weida tapped the wooden desk in front of him. "Next, the students whose names I call, please step to the front. Gu Han, Chu Baiqi, Chen Zihao, Meng Shenji. The four of you..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

With a loud bang, the green-haired boy in the red-and-blue suit slammed his hand on the desk and bounced straight up.

That towering, prickly green hair swayed up and down with his movement, nearly hitting the ceiling.

He suddenly turned around, spread his arms wide, and let out a deafening roar at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone, look over here at me!"

"I'm making an announcement!"

"I am Chen Zihao!"

As those three shouts rang out, the entire tiered auditorium instantly went three parts dead silent.

Everyone was startled by this sudden commotion, and all their gazes involuntarily concentrated on him.

Gu Han's line of sight was also firmly dragged over.

After being stunned for two seconds, the students in the front and back rows completely exploded into an uproar.

"Holy shit! What kind of madness is this guy on?"

"That is so fucking socially agonizing. Was this bro's brain squeezed by a door?"

"Did he finally act up after all..."

"I wasn't wearing my glasses, I thought a potted plant was moving!"

...

Tang Wuying looked expressionless beside him: "What does this mean?"

Gu Han, however, frowned slightly, feeling the divine fire within his divine kingdom constantly leaping.

At that very instant, he clearly felt as if a strange power of rules was pulling at his attention.

Even though he wanted to look away, his eyes uncontrollably stared at the other person.

This wasn't purely for laughs; this was his skill, and it could actually affect reality!

The four instructors on the podium had livid expressions.

The red-haired old man sitting on the far right slammed his hand onto the armrest.

A red flame suddenly ignited out of thin air, and the deity's pressure transformed into a substantive wave of Qi, crushing towards Chen Zihao with the force of a landslide and tsunami.

Before Chen Zihao could even shake his tall, pillar-like hair, his whole body was firmly pressed back into his chair by this immense force.

"Enough!" the red-haired old man shouted angrily, "Disrespectful to elders, seeking attention through sheer novelty! Get the hell out and sober up!"

With a wave of the red-haired old man's large hand, an invisible force swept up Chen Zihao, directly throwing him along with his body out through the back door.

"Ah! I'm not wrong! I'm right! Give me another chance!" Chen Zihao kept babbling until his voice vanished.

The entire auditorium finally quieted down.

The students all withdrew their gazes, many of them with hard-to-maintain expressions, forcibly holding back their laughter.

Zhang Weida cleared his throat, trying to ease the awkwardness: "Ahem... Gu Han, Chu Baiqi, Meng Shenji, you three come up first."

Gu Han stood up and walked down the aisle.

Chu Baiqi also stood up sluggishly, patting the dust off his Daoist robe.

On the other side, a girl with neat bangs and a hime cut had jangling jade pendants, and she was wearing what looked like ethnic clothing—this should be Meng Shenji.

The three of them stood side by side in front of the ceremonial stage, facing the four instructors.

If that Chen Zihao were added, Gu Han's utterly ordinary appearance would look somewhat out of place.

Looking at the data in his hand, Zhang Weida introduced to the students off the stage and the instructors behind him: "These three students, along with the student Chen who was just kicked out, have all reached the Demigod level. According to the academy rules, the four instructors need to offer conditions for the students to choose from."

A chorus of gasps instantly sounded from under the stage.

"All of them are Demigods?"

"Four Demigods out of over twenty transfer students? Is the quality of this batch so absurd?"

Ignoring the commotion below, Zhang Weida continued to read out the panel data of the four individuals.

"Meng Shenji, seventeen-year-old Demigod, SSS-Rank talent [Divine Kingdom Dice], possessing one to six times increase and decrease effects. Divine Kingdom Awakening time, one year."

As soon as his voice fell, the eyes of the boys below went straight.

"A Demigod at seventeen, a goddess!"

"An SSS-Rank talent, becoming a Demigod in a year—that hime cut is slaying me."

"Gains on harvest, reductions on consumption; I heard she once rolled a six-fold buff as a Tier 1 Divine Lord and defeated a Tier 3 Divine Lord by punching above her weight!"

...

"Chu Baiqi, nineteen-year-old Demigod, SSS-Rank talent [Tenfold Harvest], all harvests increased tenfold. Divine Kingdom Awakening time, one year."

At this, even the instructor seats couldn't stay seated; the eyes of that red-haired old man flashed with brilliant light.

"An SSS-Rank tenfold resource-type talent? What a great sapling! I heard his divine kingdom is full of divine herbs everywhere!"

"This look, this temperament—at a glance, he's an expert."

"White hair! Do Demigods all have to be this unique?"

"I heard he came from a Daoist temple, was later taken away by a big figure, and as soon as he appeared, he won the Qingchuan City Professional League championship."

...

Zhang Weida paused, his tone becoming somewhat solemn.

"Gu Han, eighteen-year-old Demigod, S-Rank talent [Xenogenic Reproduction], with a chance to reproduce mutated believers. Divine Kingdom Awakening time..."

Zhang Weida took a deep breath.

"Five months."

The entire tiered auditorium fell into a dead silence.

Two seconds later, it completely boiled over.

"How much? Five months?!"

"I fucking awakened for three years and I'm only a Tier 4 Divine Lord, and he's a Demigod in five months? Is he hacking?!"

"This S-Rank skill seems a bit mediocre, how can he level up so fast? Are mutated believers really that fierce?"

"He's that Hanwu Emperor of Jiangcheng on Douyin! He's even in the textbooks!"

"Some say he cultivated mutated Mushroom Persons, and their speed in practicing the Dao is extremely fast! He must have awakened extraordinary traits!"

"And what about that green-haired guy? What Rank is he?" someone couldn't help asking.