The Road to Godhood in Honor of Kings

Sure enough, when the low-health Taiyi Zhenren unleashed his ultimate attack, Han Cheng stopped attacking him and instead attacked the minions on the side. Taiyi Zhenren tried to escape, but three seconds later, Miyamoto Musashi pierced through his body and killed him...

"First-Blood!"

"So bad! You're so far ahead of me in gold, and you still can't beat me?" Han Cheng smirked and pushed the tower. This kind of game is boring.

At the homeroom teacher's home.

"Hmm?" The homeroom teacher, who had just woken up, frowned upon seeing her friend's text message and began to curse: "Hmph, it's obvious he doesn't want to come! What kind of excuse is that? And that Han Cheng, why is he pretending to be clueless when he clearly knows? I'm his homeroom teacher, for goodness' sake, so rude..."

At Han Cheng's home.

"Achoo!" Han Cheng, who was enjoying the thrill of being a god, suddenly sneezed. "Sh-it! I'm done for!"

city ​​center.

"What gift should I buy? What gift should I buy?" The fat man wandered around, trying to find a suitable gift for his teacher.

At Xu Xiaomeng's home.

"Hmm, these eyebrows seem a bit light? Should we draw them again?" Xu Xiaomeng only ever draws her eyebrows when she does her makeup, and at most, she applies lipstick; she doesn't add anything else.

At Sun Wukong's home.

"Damn! This monkey is amazing! I have to take notes!" I've never seen Sun Wukong work this hard, not even during exams.

Ye Bing at home.

With nothing else to do, Ye Bing had just done a math problem, and then that was it.

At 5:30, at the homeroom teacher's home.

"Teacher~"

"Teacher~"

The students who arrived early greeted their beloved teacher, but Han Cheng and Fatty were still missing.

"Teacher, Han Cheng and Guo Lizhuo haven't arrived yet," Xu Xiaomeng said.

"Honestly, you dare to be late for my birthday? I'll teach you a lesson later..." Chen Xiaoye was about to complain when she heard the doorbell ring. When she opened the door, it was Han Cheng and Fatty.

"Teacher, we're late, but we brought gifts!" The fat boy's glib tongue quickly dispelled the homeroom teacher's anger.

"It's okay that you're late (who was it that said they were going to teach someone a lesson?), but what gifts did you bring?" The homeroom teacher said this as she placed the gift box on the coffee table, along with the gifts from the others.

The fat boy grinned, hoping the homeroom teacher would open the gift. He had spent quite a bit of money on a pair of gloves, I think it cost several tens of yuan... As for Han Cheng, although he didn't buy much, his gift was quite unique, and the homeroom teacher would probably be very surprised when he saw it.

"Come on, sit down!" The homeroom teacher hurriedly invited everyone to sit down. The meal was almost ready, and a small birthday cake had also been prepared because the teacher was on a diet.

"How about we play a game while our homeroom teacher is cooking? I just read a great guide from a pro today!" Sun Wukong said.

"All you ever do is fight and play!" The homeroom teacher came out of the kitchen with a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes in her hand.

"Teacher, let me help serve the dishes!" the fat boy said as he rushed into the kitchen, and came out with a plate of peanuts in his hand.

"Uh..." The homeroom teacher was a little embarrassed. He had been so excited and enthusiastic when he arrived, and all he got was a plate of peanuts?

Looking again at the fat man's smiling face, he thought to himself that he was still just a child.

As for the fat boy, he was thinking that his flattery would make the homeroom teacher very happy, and he could do less homework in the future—how easy! (Such a stark contrast makes the author quite embarrassed.)

"Sit down quickly! No, go wash your hands first!" After saying that, the homeroom teacher went to get another plate of food and then prepared bowls and chopsticks for everyone. As soon as Han Cheng saw the chopsticks, he couldn't stop laughing. Knowing that everyone was looking at him, Han Cheng said lightly, "It's nothing," and then started laughing again, almost spitting out his food, which made everyone disgusted and contemptuous. As the saying goes, "One should not talk while eating or sleeping," although Han Cheng didn't say anything.

The homeroom teacher specifically reminded everyone that there would be cake later, so they should eat less rice, but Sun Wukong kept shoveling rice into his mouth.

"Okay! I'll tidy up a bit first!" Just as the homeroom teacher was about to start, the fat boy picked up another plate and ran to the kitchen, even though there was only one plate.

The homeroom teacher awkwardly took the remaining plates to the kitchen and retrieved the cake.

"Uh..." The fat boy regretted it when he saw the small cake. He had just heard his homeroom teacher say not to eat too much because there was still a cake, so he hadn't eaten enough. He didn't expect the cake to be so big. It was about the size of a plate. He probably wouldn't be able to eat it all by himself.

"Hehe, let me make a wish first!" The homeroom teacher ran to turn off the lights, and like a child, blew out the twenty-four candles on the small cake. Not out? Let's try again! One more! Blow again... wait? It's out before I even blew it out! But then she saw the chubby boy pouting as he blew out the candle for her. Oh well, I'll make a wish first! What should I wish for? I'll just wish for endless money in the future...

I was going to get angry, but then I thought that the fat guy was quite obedient today, and birthdays only come once a year, so I couldn't get angry... So I gave the fat guy less cake. The fat guy, who was already hungry, was even more hungry this time. When I asked why, the homeroom teacher made up the excuse that "you are too fat and should lose weight".

Finally, the cake was finished, and the trip to the homeroom teacher's house was coming to an end. Thinking about this, Han Cheng felt a little excited.

"Hmm, it's only a little past six? Are you in a hurry to go home?" the homeroom teacher asked while clearing away the dishes.

Han Cheng thought everyone would say "urgent," but they all surprisingly answered in unison, "No rush!" This left Han Cheng, who was the only one who said "urgent," feeling quite embarrassed.

"Then stay a little longer. Let me tell you, I just reached Gold yesterday, and I'm almost Platinum! It's only three or four ranks away..." the homeroom teacher said while washing dishes. Fortunately, everyone's hearing was good enough to hear her. However, for the homeroom teacher to say she's almost Platinum after just reaching Gold, and only three or four ranks away, is a bit far-fetched, isn't it? There are only four ranks in Gold, okay? If I just reached Diamond, I'd say I'm almost King, it's only five or six ranks away...

"Sure, how about we play some games together, teacher?" the fat guy started flattering.

"Playing together? Aren't there six of us?" the homeroom teacher asked.

"Hey, didn't Han Cheng just say he was in a hurry to go home? Let him go home first!" Although the fat man's words were based on his own interests, Han Cheng still felt very warm when he heard them.

"Really? Han Cheng, you said you were in a hurry to go home?" The homeroom teacher had already come out of the kitchen, looking at Han Cheng and expecting his answer.

"Teacher, I... I'm not in a hurry, Fatty must have misheard..." Han Cheng was worried that his teacher would think he was in a hurry to go home because he disliked her, so he gave this insincere answer.

"That's good! If we don't play together, 3v3 is also a good option! The three of us can team up against the other three, how about that?" the homeroom teacher said.

"Great idea! It's brilliant! Our homeroom teacher is truly wise and capable! How could he come up with such an idea!" The fat man flattered him again.

"Then it's settled. But how should we divide it?" the homeroom teacher asked.