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

"yes."

"Thief."

Ye Chuhao leaned back on the sofa and lowered his voice to cooperate.

He even pretended to glance at the door.

"Little stutterer, what should we do?"

Xingyao hugged the blue baby's breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

The electronic lock on the door was still lit.

The night breeze from the balcony on the 23rd floor blew in, causing the curtains to sway gently.

The living room was brightly lit and warm, but her mind was already automatically replaying a scene of a home invasion robbery.

A burly man, his face covered, held a knife in his hand.

After rushing in, he went straight for the squad leader.

Then she bravely rushed forward and took the knife for the squad leader.

"Pfft—"

She collapsed into Ye Chuhao's arms, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her fingers trembling as she touched his face.

"Class monitor..."

"No, don't forget me..."

Done.

His head tilted to the side.

Click.

Died.

Then, the squad leader's hair turned white overnight, and he never married.

Every year during Qingming Festival, I hold a bunch of blue baby's breath and stand alone in front of her grave.

"Little stutterer."

I've come to see you.

Thinking about this...

Xingyao's lips actually curled up slightly.

Ye Chuhao almost couldn't hold back when he saw her expression, which was a mixture of fear and anticipation.

That little head of mine.

What are you thinking about all day long?

but.

She loves to act.

Then I'll play along with her.

next second.

Ye Chuhao suddenly cried out in surprise and shrank into the corner of the sofa.

"Ah~"

"Little stutterer!"

"A thief has broken in!"

Xingyao snapped back to reality.

"Come!"

"They're here?!"

She turned her head and saw Ye Chuhao huddled in the corner of the sofa.

That expression.

She is as delicate as can be.

Xingyao's head buzzed.

Then.

An overwhelming, almost absurd, protective instinct surged up from my chest.

The squad leader was scared!

The class monitor needs her!

At that moment, she felt her whole body brimming with power.

Xingyao looked around.

cup?

No.

too small.

A throw pillow?

No.

Too soft.

Finally, her gaze fell on a broom in the corner of the living room.

You are the one!

Xingyao shoved the baby's breath into Ye Chuhao's arms.

Her face was tense, her eyes resolute.

"Class monitor!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"I...I'll protect you!"

"Um."

Ye Chuhao lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He was actually feeling very uncomfortable.

But in order not to dampen Xingyao's newly ignited heroic spirit, he forced back his laughter.

"It's up to you now."

"Star Hero".

As soon as those words were spoken...

Xingyao became even braver.

She grabbed a broom, raised it high above her head, and rushed towards the door.

"Aaaaaah!"

She closed her eyes and charged forward aggressively.

"I'm here!"

"Don't even think about bullying the class monitor—"

Ye Chuhao finally couldn't help himself and stood up with a low laugh.

He held the bouquet of blue baby's breath and followed silently behind her.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open from the outside.

"Clatter".

Xingyao charged too hard with the broom, and her forehead slammed directly into the newly opened door.

"Aww~"

She cried out softly in pain as she was thrown backward by the impact, and the broom flew out of her hand.

The person standing outside the door wasn't some burly man with a mask and a knife.

Instead, it was two soldiers from the Zhenguo Army carrying a stretcher.

A thin, frail girl lay on a stretcher.

Lin Fan, looking completely bewildered, followed behind.

The moment Xingyao lost her balance, only one thought remained in her mind.

It’s over.

I'm going to fall.

That's all.

I'm going to lose face in front of the class monitor.

Her first reaction wasn't a headache or whether she might have broken her head.

But -

Will the class monitor think she's stupid for acting so brave and confident just now?

Available in the next second.

The expected pain did not come.

She fell into a familiar and warm embrace.

Xingyao opened her eyes in a daze.

Ye Chuhao was looking down at her, his eyes full of smiles.

"What's wrong?"

"Our Star Hero got defeated by a little monster?"

"Whoosh—"

Xingyao's entire face turned bright red instantly.

She clutched her head, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

shame.

So embarrassing!

ahhh-

What on earth was she doing just now?!

Doorway.

Zhenguo Army: "..."

Lin Fan: "..."

After a brief silence.

One of the Zhenguo Army soldiers looked at Lin Fan with a complicated expression.

"Little Miracle Doctor Lin"

"Should we... go in?"

Lin Fan's lips twitched.

He glanced at Xingyao, whose face was flushed, and then at Ye Chuhao, who was trying not to laugh.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

"Class monitor..."

"Wait a moment."

Ye Chuhao held Xingyao in his arms and looked up at him.

"You may come in."

"Give me a whole case of your god-tier wound medicine."

"???"

Lin Fan's expression immediately cracked.

A box?

A god-tier wound medicine?

Why don't you just boil me into a medicinal soup?

It takes him more than half a year to collect materials for just one bottle of that stuff.

It contains several key ingredients that are extremely rare and difficult to find anywhere in the world.

When he reattached Chen Ming's arm earlier, he only used a small portion of the cap.

He felt so sorry for the lid that he wanted to lick it clean.

And this guy immediately asked for a whole box?

Lin Fan now finally understood the significance of Yan Cong's words.

Don't mess with the class monitor lately.

Otherwise, every passing dog would get slapped twice.

"no."

Lin Fan gritted his teeth.

"No?"

Ye Chuhao's eyes widened, and he pointed to Xingyao's slightly flushed forehead.

"What about the injury on my wife's forehead?"

Lin Fan's lips twitched even more violently.

hurt?

Hurt your mother!

It turned a little red.

In a little while, I estimate it will all disappear on its own.

Why do you need a box of wound medicine?

Taking a bath?

Lin Fan only dared to curse these words in his heart.

You still have to keep smiling.

He flipped his hand and reluctantly took out three small jade bottles.

"Class monitor."

"The inventory is all here."

Ye Chuhao glanced at it.

"Three bottles."

Lin Fan's eyelids twitched violently.

"That's quite a lot."

"Um."

Ye Chuhao then nodded.

"Come in."

The toll has been collected.

The road naturally opened up.

Ye Chuhao led Xingyao, who dared not look up, towards the living room.

The three bottles of wound medicine were held captive by mental power and floated swaying in mid-air.

Lin Fan wanted to reach out and pull him further.

"Beep~"

The three bottles of wound medicine slipped right through his fingers.

Lin Fan felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He weakly waved to the two Zhenguo Army soldiers behind him.

"Come in."

The two soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

When they carried the stretcher in, they even slowed their pace considerably.

Inside the living room.

In front of the coffee table.

Ye Chuhao lazily sat back down on the sofa.

Xingyao, with her head down and her face flushed, was pouring tea for the group.

However, she didn't dare to look towards the door while pouring the tea.

The incident with the Star Superman must have been quite a blow to her.

Two soldiers from the Zhenguo Army placed Lu Jiu in a guest room next to the master bedroom.

Lin Fan went in to check on her and then fed her a few pills that melted in her mouth and nourished her blood and qi.

When he came out, Ye Chuhao was looking at him with a teacup in his hand.

A dangerous smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.

"Health Committee Member".

"This is my residence, the class monitor's residence."

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to just randomly plant people in and disrupt my and my wife's lives?"

Lin Fan's heart tightened.

Ye Chuhao added slowly.

"If you can't give this class monitor a reasonable explanation..."

"You should also hand over those two bottles of stock in your spatial ring."

Lin Fan: "..."

Is being an eighth-level mentalist really that impressive?

Can an eighth-level mentalist freely scan someone else's spatial ring?

and also!

Wasn't this house originally prepared for Lu Ming by the Zhenguo Army?

Why did Lu Ming's sister move in?

What's wrong?