Chapter 51: What Are the Strengths?

"Yuan Wendong and the others delayed me for too long; class is about to start this afternoon, so I need to head back to my classroom." By then, there were only a few people left in the dining hall. Chu Huanzhao casually wiped her mouth and stood up.

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

"I..." For the first time, Chu Huanzhao seemed a bit guilty, and her voice involuntarily softened. "I'm in the Xuan Class."

"Go ahead and laugh if you want. My sister is a prodigy in the Tian Class, the strongest student, and as her younger sister, I fall short in every way. I've been teased countless times over the years, so one more person won't make a difference."

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

When he first arrived in this world, everyone seemed to bear him immense ill will. Only this girl had spoken up for him when everyone in the ancestral hall wanted to punish him. Seeing her so dejected now, he couldn't bear to kick her when she was down.

Chu Huanzhao was stunned, then looked at him deeply. "Thank you."

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

A hint of moisture appeared in Chu Huanzhao's eyes as she looked at him, touched. "Then what do you think my strengths are?"

Zu An's face showed frustration. *You actually took my comforting words seriously.* But seeing the expectant look in her eyes, he couldn't very well say she had no strengths. However, they had interacted too little. No matter how much he thought, he couldn't come up with any other strengths she might have. After a long pause, he finally blurted out, "Your legs... they're a special feature?"

That was his honest thought. He still remembered that night, the girl sitting on the table, her slender, well-proportioned beautiful legs swaying, as if they could sway into any man's heart. No wonder people always said that flat-chested women often had long legs.

Chu Huanzhao hadn't expected him to come up with such an answer after all that thought. "Pah, you pervert!" she cursed, her face flushed, then she ran off.

Zu An, however, was annoyed. *What's the point of just cursing? Where's the Rage value? Why didn't I get any? Is there no justice in this world?!*

Not far away, Wei Suo walked over, his face full of fawning flattery. "Boss, I admire you more and more. You're probably the only one in the entire school who could make a tomboy like Second Miss Chu blush so much."

"Of course, who do you think I am?" Zu An said, a triumphant look on his face. "By the way, what class do we have this afternoon?"

He had originally planned to escape after lunch, but who knew he'd just reaped an unprecedented surge of Rage points, making him realize that staying in school wasn't so unbearable after all.

"It seems to be a 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 did they have great temperaments, but they could also sing and dance, with amazing figures and aura. In a world so rich in spiritual energy, shouldn't music teachers be even more enchanting?

Zu An had never looked forward to a class so much. He hurried back to the classroom, where the fat man Manyu was originally chatting loudly with his friends, but they all quieted down as soon as they saw him enter.

They couldn't help but cower. They couldn't win a fight, and their backing wasn't as strong as his—er, speaking of which, Ye Chenliang was probably still squatting on the playground, being 'repaired' by Lu De. That bald guy was a pervert; he'd just grab someone and keep at them relentlessly.

Zu An, naturally, wasn't concerned with the mindset of these defeated foes. He was currently looking at the classroom door with great anticipation, waiting for the beautiful teacher to arrive.

However, when a frail old man shuffled in, Zu An was dumbfounded. *Where were the singing and dancing? Where was the great temperament? If not, even a woman would do! Why is it an old man?*

"Ahem, open your textbooks. Today we begin a new lesson—*Qu Li* (Rules of Propriety)."

"Morality and benevolence are not established without rites; teaching and correcting customs are not complete without rites. Disputes and lawsuits are not settled without rites. The relationship between ruler and subject, superior and inferior, father and son, elder and younger brother, are not stable without rites. Serving officials, studying, and serving teachers are not intimate without rites. Arranging court, governing the army, holding office, and enforcing laws; without rites, there is no solemnity. Prayers and sacrifices, offerings to spirits and gods; without rites, there is no sincerity or solemnity. Therefore, the junzi (gentleman) shows respect, moderation, and humility to demonstrate rites. Parrots can speak, but they are still birds; orangutans can speak, but they are still beasts. If a person today has no rites, even if they can speak, are they not like the heart of a beast? It is only beasts that have no rites, which is why fathers and sons consort like deer. Therefore, the sages created rites to instruct people, so that by having rites, people know how to distinguish themselves from beasts..."

*Help!*

Zu An was completely dazed. Not only was there no beautiful teacher as he had hoped, but it was also like listening to gibberish, just like in the morning. 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's earlier mention that the school's teachers were all experts, so it would probably be hard to escape unnoticed. And that fierce-looking "Bright Peak" Lu De was still on the playground; running out would just put him straight into his hands. Furthermore, exposing his trump card in front of everyone was simply not worth it.

Zu An had to abandon the idea. However, it was also impossible for him to listen attentively. He had no idea what purpose learning this stuff served, and even if he tried to listen, he wouldn't understand.

He had no choice but to zone out in class, just like in his previous life. He quietly summoned his keyboard, then cautiously glanced at Wei Suo. "What do you see now?"

Wei Suo looked bewildered and instinctively replied, "I see Boss's tranquil handsomeness."

"It's 'handsome,' not 'tranquil'," Zu An said, his face darkening. *This guy's buck teeth must be making him lisp.* But once he confirmed that no one else could actually see his keyboard, he finally relaxed.

"First, let's see how much Rage value I have. Huh?"

Zu An rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He actually had a total of 57,454 Rage points! That was more than he had ever had before. He thought back: he'd earned a wave at the school gate, then scattered amounts around the school, but the main haul came from the onlookers who contributed while he was with Ye Chenliang and Yuan Wendong at noon.

He had to reflect on his previous strategy here; it was flawed. Even if he milked one person to death, he wouldn't earn much Rage value. He needed to cast a wider net; earning Rage value from a group of people was much more efficient. "Hmm, I need to develop more AoE (area of effect) crowd-damage skills in the future."

Next, it was time for the lottery draw. Unfortunately, there was no place to wash his hands and face now. *Never mind, I'll just make do.*

Just as Zu An was about to press the Enter key, he still felt a bit uneasy. *No, I can't skip steps! Even if I can't wash my face, I still need to wash my hands to improve my luck.* So he spat 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 delighted. *It seems washing my hands really does work; I hit it on the first try.*

Wei Suo, sitting beside him, saw him spit into his palm and then grin foolishly to himself. He instinctively shifted his bottom further away, thinking, *Boss is a master at living off women, but his hygiene habits are really too poor. I wonder if those 'big sisters' (wives) know he does this.*

Zu An now focused intently on the lottery draw:

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

"Oh, I got one! Vitality Fruit."

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

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

Zu An breathed a sigh of relief. He had actually wanted to draw this again. After his last injury, even with Divine Doctor Ji's spiritual medicine, his recovery wasn't that fast. If he truly encountered a critical moment, how would his enemies give him time to slowly recover? With "Believe in Brother Chun," he wouldn't have to worry so much. Instantly restoring to full health was like having an extra life.

Zu An continued to draw, hoping to get something different. After all, anything from his keyboard was bound to be a treasure. Unfortunately, fate had other plans; all he drew next were "Thank you for participating" or Vitality Fruits.

*I refuse to believe it!*

Zu An once again spat into his palm, rubbed his hands, and restarted the draw. Fortunately, this time he had over 50,000 Rage points, enough for 574 draws, giving him plenty of leeway.

Wei Suo, beside him, swallowed hard. *Is Boss crazy? No, he's known as the King of Gigolos, how can I judge him by normal standards? Is this the secret to why so many beautiful women favor him? I must learn this!* So he quietly spat into his own palm, rubbed it, then couldn't resist bringing it to his nose for a sniff. The pungent smell nearly suffocated him.

At this moment, Zu An was excited because the cursor finally landed on a different number key—number "9"!

Lucky Pill!

Description: Can temporarily boost your luck to maximum for one hour. Any situation requiring a test of luck will turn out in your favor.

Zu An's eyes lit up. *This is perfect! When I draw prizes later, won't I hit every time? If I draw many times like this, won't I be able to get everything associated with each key?*

As if his thoughts were read, a small line of text suddenly appeared below: "Note: Lucky Pill is ineffective for keyboard draws."

*What the f***!*

Zu An nearly smashed his keyboard. The items from this keyboard were good, but each one always came with some kind of catch. *If I can't use it for keyboard draws, what good is this Lucky Pill? This is the real world, not a game; there's no monster drop rate or anything. What's the point of luck? It might as well improve my looks!*

*Huh, my looks don't seem to need improving anyway.*