Chapter 3 Relationships

Watching the class teacher leave the classroom, the other students subconsciously looked towards the two class leaders in the front row.

It couldn't be helped—who else but the class leader and the martial arts committee member?

Seeing this, those two students weren't shy either. They walked up to the front, immediately catching the attention of many male students because the class leader was very pretty.

"My name is Crystal Lewis. As the class leader of Class 3, I hope everyone will actively cooperate with our class assignments in the future," she said.

After speaking, Crystal swept her gaze over everyone, exuding an inexplicable commanding presence that made many students avoid eye contact.

At this time, the other male student smiled and said, "Hello, classmates. My name is Matt Watkins. I'll be a student in our class for the coming semester."

"I hope we can help each other and work together to have a wonderful first semester."

"We need to go pick up our learning materials now, and it would be great if some students could join us. Who is willing to help?"

"I am."

"I'll go too."

"And me..."

As soon as Matt finished speaking, a number of male students enthusiastically stood up, appearing very eager.

Senior One is the most wonderful age. Although that girl, Crystal, might seem somewhat aloof and have a strong aura, what does it matter when she's beautiful?

Soon enough, six male students and one female student volunteered to make a contribution to the class and followed them out of the classroom.

At that moment, a male student sitting in front of Jack murmured, "They decide on the class leader and martial arts committee member without even asking for names; I'm sure there's some under-the-table deal here."

"An under-the-table deal, just for a class leader position?" Jack was a bit surprised.

The student in front turned around, his tone implying deeper meaning. "Classmate, I think you're underestimating the role of a high school class leader. Those two positions are not that simple," he explained.

After talking, the student introduced himself with a smile. "Hey, brother, my name is Justin Welan. I was at the Experimental Third Intermediate. How about you?"

Jack replied briefly, "Jack Clark, I came up from Forest Mount No. 1 Middle School."

"Forest Mount No. 1 Middle School, huh? Nice scenery there; I've been there once."

Jack looked at the honest-faced youth with curiosity. "Justin, what's the difference between high school class officials and those in junior high?" he inquired.

"The difference is huge."

Justin seemed a bit envious as he explained, "According to national regulations, everyone can study True Martial after starting high school. But you have to understand, there are dozens of students in one class, and up to a thousand in one grade level."

"Under these circumstances, the True Martial teacher certainly can't give personalized attention to all students as they're teaching dozens or even hundreds at a time."

"This is when the identity of the class leaders comes into play. Just by finding some pretext, they can ask for individual guidance from the teacher."

"If the teacher gives them even a slight pointer about cultivation techniques or personal insight, they can slowly outpace the rest of the students."

"And the better their performance, the more attention they receive from the school or even at the official level, not to mention a tilt in resources. Once they take the lead, they keep accelerating their pace."

"I see," Jack said, understanding why his classmate had hinted at a scandal.

Such significant positions being assigned directly by the class teacher without even inquiring about the students' names did seem peculiar.

Then Justin spoke in a lower voice, "That's not all. I heard that, in high school, martial arts class officials get a monthly allowance of contribution reward points."

"Contribution Points? What's that?" Jack was puzzled; he indeed didn't know about these things.

Justin shook his head. "It's an important resource for the cultivation of martial arts. I only know because my brother told me. He advised that once I get to high school, I should try to earn every single point that I can."

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Justin Welan was clearly the kind of person who made friends easily. After talking with Jack Clark, he turned to chat with the girls in front, quickly blending in with the surrounding classmates.

Not just him, but many other students in the classroom were also about the same, feeling novelty and excitement on the first day of school towards the new environment.

There were only a few people who, like Jack Clark, sat there in silence, observing their surroundings.

Soon, Crystal Lewis and Matt Watkins returned, carrying large and small bags back.

After distributing the textbooks, many students left the classroom to familiarize themselves with the school in small groups, especially class leader Sherry Lesser and committee member Matt Watkins, who attracted more people around them.

Jack Clark, however, chose to go home as he needed to buy food for the Six-legged Salamander.

"Boss, how much for these shrimps?" Jack Clark stood in front of the seafood stall at the farmers' market.

"Twenty-one per kilo."

Jack Clark paused slightly and then pointed to the dead small white strips in a basket on the ground, "And how much for these belt-fish?"

"Five yuan."

"I'll take ten kilos of belt-fish." With only Doris Clark bringing in a stable income, the family was under financial strain, so Jack naturally tried to save money wherever he could.

After making a scan code payment, Jack Clark carried ten kilos of fish and some vegetables for lunch and dinner out of the market.

Doris Clark left for work early every day and didn't return until late at night, so most of the time, it was Jack's responsibility to cook dinner, and Glenn Clark was in charge of washing dishes.

When Jack returned home, it was just past ten in the morning, and Glenn hadn't come back yet.

Jack stored most of the small fishes in the freezer to freeze them, cleaned and gutted the remaining kilo, and chopped them into small chunks.

After all, it was for his own consumption, so he made sure to clean them properly.

Having not eaten since morning, the Salamander Avatar was already starving, and on his way back, Jack felt a strong sense of hunger emanating from the avatar.

When Jack Clark carried a plate of fish upstairs, the white salamander's black sesame seed-like small eyes spun around, looking rather cute and dumbfounded.

With a shift in his consciousness, Jack's attention fell upon the salamander.

Suddenly, the previously languid salamander got up, its tiny limbs moving as it scurried over to the plate and started to eat.

Jack wasn't sure if it was a lack of Spirit Power or the fact that they shared a single consciousness, but whenever he focused his attention on himself, the Salamander Avatar would fall into a state of weak consciousness.

While it wouldn't completely shut down, its responses became slow.

Similarly, when his consciousness controlled the avatar, his human body would react in almost the same way, unable to control both bodies smoothly at the same time.

He didn't know how to solve this problem at present and could only hope that he might develop the ability to multitask in the future.

As Jack pondered, the Six-legged Salamander under his control devoured the fish chunks.

The moment the fish meat entered its stomach, it dissolved at an astonishing speed, transforming into a warm flow that spread throughout the body, becoming nutrients for growth.

Then he observed the six-angled, snow-white body of the salamander growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The avatar's digestive capability was terrifying, growing a centimeter with every intake of food equivalent to its volume, followed by another cycle.

It would continue until it had accumulated 1 Evolution value point, after which it would enter a buffering period.

According to Jack's observations, the avatar could grow four centimeters a day, gaining 2 Evolution value points, consuming two kilos of food, and it would only take a few days to meet the requirements for its first evolution.

"I wonder what the Six-legged Salamander will turn into after evolving, a big Six-legged Salamander? Or a Hexagon Dragon?"

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