113: Chapter 113 I won, but I won't...

A single sentence from this girl, Xia Wanqiu, completely silenced Lin Fan.

Oh, right.

Weren't they just choosing a class monitor?

Because beating up that third-year senior, Senior Yang Tian, had felt so good, and he had even made an extra million on the side, he had completely forgotten about this matter.

Lin Fan slapped his forehead and turned to look at the podium.

Watching from the side of the martial arts arena, the bald Instructor Wang Gang had a dark face, looking more uncomfortable than if he had eaten a dead fly.

What did this kid think class time was?

A wet market?

Coming and going as he pleased, and now he wanted to go shopping with a girl right after a fight?

"Ahem."

Lin Fan rubbed his hands together awkwardly, stuffed the all-in-one card with the million credits into his pocket, and slowly walked back to the podium.

He looked at the group of S-Class geniuses below the stage, who had complicated expressions, and cleared his throat.

"Um... where were we just now?"

"Oh right, who wanted to be the class monitor?"

Lin Fan stretched, and the [ascetics shackles] on his body tightened once more. The spikes pierced his flesh, causing him to shiver with pleasure, an ecstatic expression appearing on his face.

"Ah~"

This groan sounded exceptionally jarring in the serious classroom.

The whole class: "..."

Instructor Wang Gang: "..."

Is this guy a pervert?

He's definitely a pervert!

He just finished a fight with a third-year senior, and now he's in the mood to make moaning sounds here?

Completely ignoring the looks of trash-gazing from everyone, Lin Fan stood on the podium in a domineering posture, looking as punchable as possible.

"Come on, come on, don't waste time."

"That weakling named Zhao Lei was just carried out."

"Who else is unconvinced?"

"Just come on up!"

"As long as you can make me take half a step back, or make me cry out in pain, this class monitor position is yours!"

"Not only will you get to be class monitor, but I'll also give you that million from earlier!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole class went into an uproar.

One million!

For these newly enrolled freshmen, this was a massive sum of money.

Even for awakened, it wasn't like everyone's family owned a gold mine.

Under a heavy reward, there will surely be brave men.

A tall, thin boy with long bangs covering his eyes stood up.

"Let me try."

His voice was sinister and gloomy, making people feel uncomfortable just listening to it.

"I have a poison-type ability, the F-Rank Talent [Corrosive Poison Mist]."

"Although my talent rank isn't high, my poison can even melt steel."

"Lin Fan, although your Defense is high, that's physical Defense."

"I don't believe your skin can withstand my strong acid!"

After saying this, the boy didn't waste any words and walked straight onto the podium.

With a wave of his hands, two green mists instantly gushed out from his palms, carrying a nauseating sour stench, directly enveloping Lin Fan.

"Sizzle, sizzle—"

When the poison mist contacted Lin Fan's skin, it made a sound like a steak searing.

His clothes were instantly corroded into Ash.

The entire class held their breath.

Poison-type abilities were among the most troublesome, finding every single opening.

This time, Lin Fan would finally suffer, right?

However.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Not only did no screams come from the poison mist, but instead, there was the sound of... inhaling?

"Hiss—"

"Huuu—"

"This smell... is a bit of a rush."

The poison mist gradually dispersed.

Only to reveal Lin Fan standing there shirtless (though still wearing that divine spiked armor), his entire body red and steaming.

But the expression on his face was pure enjoyment.

[Attacked by Corrosive Poison Mist! Poison Immunity triggered!]

[Poison Immunity EXP +500!]

[Skin Tenacity +10!]

Lin Fan took a deep breath of the remaining toxic gas, looking at the tall, thin boy as if he hadn't had enough.

"Is that it?"

"Buddy, your poison is a bit bootleg."

"Is it expired?"

"It feels like taking a bath in expired essential balm—cool and actually quite comfortable."

"Do you have anything stronger? Like the kind that makes you feel like you're in heaven or dying?"

The tall, thin boy stared at the unscathed Lin Fan, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

Is this guy even human?

His poison mist could corrode a hole even in alloy, but it ended up giving this kid a bath?

"Monster! You're a monster!"

The boy's mental state collapsed. Covering his face, he ran off the stage crying.

Lin Fan shook his head with some regret.

Young people nowadays have such weak psychological resilience.

"Next!"

"Me!"

A muscular burly man jumped up.

"C-Grade Talent [Mental Shock]!"

"I see your physical body is strong, but your mental strength must be weak!"

"Take my Mental Storm!"

The burly man's eyes widened, and an invisible mental wave slammed violently into Lin Fan's brain.

Lin Fan only felt a "buzz" in his head.

It was like being tapped on the forehead with a small hammer.

[Attacked by mental energy! Mental Resistance +100!]

[Max Mental Energy +10!]

A little dizzy.

But that was all.

Lin Fan shook his head and looked at the sweating burly man with a look of pity for the mentally challenged.

"Brother, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Why do your eyes look so vacant?"

"How about you go back, take a nap, and try again?"

The burly man: "Pfft—"

Spraying a mouthful of blood, the burly man rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

Over the next ten minutes.

Burning, freezing, earth burial, lightning strikes.

The various geniuses of the S-Class took turns, showing off all their trump cards.

In the end, Lin Fan acted as if nothing had happened.

Not only did he not retreat a single step, but the more he was hit, the more energetic and excited he became.

He even began to critique them on the spot.

"This fire is no good, the temperature isn't high enough, not even as hot as a sauna."

"This ice is somewhat interesting. It happens to cool me down since I was a bit hot just now."

"Oh, earth-type little sister, don't stuff dirt into my crotch, it's so dirty!"

...

Ten minutes later.

The podium was littered with "geniuses" doubting their very existence.

Lin Fan stood on the "corpse-strewn" podium with his hands on his hips, wearing an expression of how lonely it was to be invincible.

He looked at the remaining classmates below who hadn't made a move yet.

"Who else?"

"Hurry up!"

"I'm in a hurry!"

The entire class was dead silent.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with this pervert.

Even Zhao Lei with his A-Grade Talent and the third-year Senior Yang Tian had knelt. If they went up, they would just be offering themselves on a silver platter.

Standing to the side, Instructor Wang Gang's mouth twitched frantically.

He had been teaching for so many years and had led countless S-Classes.

He had seen plenty of troublemakers.

But a troublemaker as tough, as shameless, and as speechless-inducing as Lin Fan was absolutely a first since Pangu created the world!

How was this choosing a class monitor?

This was clearly Lin Fan's personal beating show!

"Alright, alright!"

Instructor Wang Gang really couldn't bear to watch anymore and waved his hand.

"No one else is challenging him, right?"

"Then I announce that the class monitor of this S-Class is..."

"Hold on!"

Lin Fan suddenly interrupted Instructor Wang Gang.

Instructor Wang Gang's eyebrows shot up. What kind of trick was this kid trying to pull now?

"Spit it out already!"

Lin Fan chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and cast his gaze toward Xia Wanqiu, who was sitting in the first row looking at him with admiration.

"Instructor Wang, I don't think I'm suitable to be the class monitor."

Instructor Wang Gang was taken aback. "Why? Your fists are the biggest, so you're the boss. That's the rule."

Lin Fan shook his head solemnly.

"I'm lazy."

"And I have a problem. Whenever I hear words like 'meetings', 'filling out forms', or 'collecting homework', my entire body gets an allergic reaction, and I might even go into shock."

"For the sake of my life, I cannot be this class monitor."

The whole class: "..."

You're fine even after being beaten by a Level 6 Martial Saint, but you go into shock when you hear about collecting homework?

Who are you trying to fool!

The veins on Instructor Wang Gang's forehead bulged, and his fists clenched.

"Then what do you mean by this?"

"Are you making fools out of us?"

Lin Fan quickly waved his hands.

"No, no, no. I want to recommend someone worthy, even if she is close to me."

"Although I won't be the class monitor, I have a more suitable candidate."

After saying that.

Lin Fan jumped straight down from the podium and, under everyone's watchful eyes, pulled up the blushing Xia Wanqiu.

"I recommend classmate Xia Wanqiu to be the class monitor!"