The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Bang bang bang!"

The camera flew out of the abandoned platform amidst that incomprehensible laughter.

In the final scene, one can only vaguely see Li Shuiwang punching the pangolin demon again and again.

The scale armor, strong enough to withstand the aftershocks of dozens of level-seven warriors' self-destruction, was smashed and torn apart piece by piece by him.

In the live stream room.

Silence remained.

No one mourned for the pangolin demon.

They just suddenly remembered Li Shuiwang's last words.

"Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you..."

"It's like nobody came to save me..."

What does this sentence mean?

Everyone suddenly realized that they had never really understood Li Shuiwang.

Why is he acting so crazy?

Why eat monsters raw?

Why can't even a level eight demon soldier affect him?

Why does he seem oblivious to pain?

One question after another weighed on everyone's minds, and they just couldn't shake it off.

"Phew~~"

As if unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere of the abandoned platform, the silvery-white sphere suddenly rose higher.

When the image stabilized again, we were already high in the sky above Nanjing.

The camera just briefly panned past Ye Chuhao.

"Whoosh—"

The picture is spinning.

Before everyone could react, the silvery-white ball was already in Ye Chuhao's palm.

Hello!

Ye Chuhao's smiling face filled the entire screen.

When the audience saw him, their fists inexplicably hardened.

Without him.

He's really handsome.

He really deserves a beating.

"Come on, wife, say hello to everyone!"

Ye Chuhao turned the camera towards Xingyao.

Her face turned red at a visible speed, and she instinctively hid in his arms.

But then she suddenly stopped, remembering a sentence from a book.

A good wife should not let her husband lose face in front of outsiders.

Xingyao took a deep breath and mustered her courage to look at the camera.

Hello everyone!

"I...I'm Xingyao, I'm...I'm the class monitor..."

The last few words got stuck in his throat.

Her breathing became faster and faster, and her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on Ye Chuhao's clothes.

Ye Chuhao did not urge him.

He simply patted her back gently and looked down at her.

There was no mockery in those eyes.

Only quiet encouragement.

Xingyao looked up at him for a while, and her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

Then, she suddenly smiled and clearly finished the sentence.

"She's the squad leader's wife!"

After a brief silence.

"Ha ha!"

Ye Chuhao's smile stretched almost to his ears.

He was happy not only because he had shown off his love in front of the entire nation.

It was also because he saw that the little stutterer had taken another step outside.

"Come on, honey, give me a kiss!"

Ye Chuhao pointed to his face, his smile almost uncontrollable.

Xingyao's composure crumbled instantly.

"You, you...you have no shame!"

Embarrassed, she threw herself into Ye Chuhao's arms, pounding his chest with her little fists one after another.

"Hahaha!"

Ye Chuhao smiled and hugged her tightly, then looked at the silvery-white microsphere.

"I'm sorry, my wife is shy."

I'll give you a formal introduction another day.

After saying that, he released his mental energy.

The silvery-white microsphere flew out with a whoosh.

The next second, the live stream exploded.

"Bang!!!"

"Oh crap!!!"

"Who the hell asked you to demonstrate?!"

"Get out of here!!!"

"I really want to hit you with this!! Waaaaah..."

"In conclusion: Modern netizens are like vampires; they don't feel anything when they see the bizarre and bloody, but they scream and die when they encounter sunlight and healing."

"Haha! Honey, let's give each other a kiss!"

"Ugh—"

"Aaaaaah! Get out of here, you upstairs!!"

"Hahaha--"

The heavy atmosphere that had been hanging over the live stream was completely dispelled by Ye Chuhao's actions.

The camera continues to pan downwards.

Finally, it ended up following behind a small paper figure.

Upon seeing the paper figures, the audience instantly perked up.

"By the way, who's this guy playing with the paper figures?"

"Why didn't he show up the whole time?"

"What a master!"

The little paper figure wobbled and flew across the city.

The audience initially thought it would head to the next battlefield.

But what appeared a dozen minutes later was...

Jinling Wuzhong High School!!!

"no!!!"

On the playground of Wuzhong School, the students stared wide-eyed.

"How did it fly back?"

"Didn't everyone in Class 9 go out, except for a few who stayed behind?"

"Could it be that they're involved too?"

Everyone instinctively began searching for Yan Cong and the others.

But after searching around, I couldn't find anyone.

"Look, they're on stage!"

A student suddenly pointed to the high platform.

The others immediately looked over.

Suddenly, Tong Jingcheng, Yan Cong, and Li Juefeng appeared on the stage.

One is holding a guitar.

One person is sitting in front of a drum set.

There was also one sitting next to an electric piano.

They were incredibly busy.

"Holy crap? When did they get up there?"

"Where did they get these instruments?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be them."

The students glanced at it a few times before turning their attention back to the broadcast.

Nobody noticed.

In the crowd, a figure was quietly retreating to the very back.

on the screen.

The little paper figure floated to the edge of the playground and suddenly burst into flames without fire. A scarecrow the size of a palm fell out of the ashes.

The scarecrow did not land straight down.

It drifted along with an unseen wind to the bushes at the edge of the playground before gently falling.

The silvery-white microspheres then decreased in height.

The camera focuses on the crowd on the playground.

A long time passed.

Finally, one person broke free from the crowd.

The camera followed his back.

The man came to the ashes and flicked his hand.

Dozens of talismans flew out instantly, completely covering the scarecrow.

The first talisman lit up, forming a concealment array.

His figure disappeared on the spot.

"???"

Viewers flooded the screen with question marks.

next second.

The camera seems to have used perspective, but the image is somewhat blurry.

The crowd could barely make out that within the hidden space, talismans were burning one after another.

Golden light shines.

Holy Light Bath.

Thunder magic exorcism.

The raging flames burn away evil.

The cold air calms the spirit.

There are dozens of methods, but they all have roughly the same effect.

They were all there for that scarecrow.

Even more outrageous is...

He repeated it three times.

After confirming that the scarecrow was no longer moving, he bent down, picked it up, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Chinese audience: "..."

"Whose fierce general is this?!"

"Damn, so cautious?"

"Am I the only one who's noticed how incredibly rich this guy is?"

"They must have burned at least a hundred talismans just now, right? Damn, judging by their power, they must be at least level seven!"

at last.

The person slowly turned around.

The camera captured an ordinary-looking face.

There was a moment of silence in the live stream.

The next second, the entire Jinling Wuzhong School erupted in chaos.

"Holy shit!!!"

"Han Li!!!"

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Sorry for being a little late.

Baozi is urging me to update, so how about I give her a little gift?

Tomorrow! Tomorrow! If I still can't write the final confrontation between Lu Ming and Blood Fox, I'll continue with four more chapters!

I'm so eager to get to the part with Yan Cong.

The story of Electric Boy, cough cough, won't disappoint you, after all, the author... adapted from real people.

(Smiling - threatening)! Don't tell anyone!