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

Lu Ming stopped in his tracks.

His figure paused for a few seconds at the doorway.

"No."

"It's good to know that Jiu Jiu is alright."

"The brothers in the North still need me."

Speaking of it.

His voice lowered a little.

"I also owe them... an apology."

Ye Chuhao's eyes remained closed.

"Where are the guys from Class 9?"

"Aren't you going to say a proper goodbye?"

Lu Ming paused for a moment.

"Squad leader, please let them know after I leave."

His fingers, hanging at his sides, tightened.

The images in the sky are still replaying in my mind.

Because of the feud between him and Blood Fox.

That beast almost used a self-destruction to take everyone in Class 9 with him.

Every time he thought of this, Lu Ming felt a heavy pressure on his chest.

He is not afraid of death.

They are not afraid of being criticized.

But those people came to help him.

He didn't deserve their grand send-off.

"I don't deserve their farewell."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Ye Chuhao finally opened his eyes.

He watched Lu Ming's retreating figure and sighed.

"Alright."

"Be careful when you go over there."

"Call us if you have any problems."

Lu Ming's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Um."

"I'm leaving now."

Ye Chuhao waved his hand.

"Let's go, let's go."

"Squeak—"

"Clatter".

The door opened and closed again.

Lu Ming left.

Xingyao held the tissue, her eyes looking somewhat blank.

She always felt that the way the class monitor and the labor committee member talked was strange.

Unlike classmates.

It's like a stubborn old father sending his disobedient son on a long journey.

Before she could figure it out...

A sudden feeling of weightlessness came over me.

"what?"

Xingyao opened her eyes wide.

"Class monitor, are we not going to sleep?"

Ye Chuhao had already picked her up.

"You'll have time to sleep later."

"Let's go and deliver this to the Labor Committee first."

"what?"

Xingyao was stunned.

"W-Didn't you say you wouldn't deliver?"

Ye Chuhao looked down at her.

"That's what he said: no."

"If he doesn't want it, are we really not going to send it?"

Xingyao blinked.

Ye Chuhao added slowly.

"When you say no, do you mean you want it, or do you really not want it?"

A sudden car wheel rolled over Xingyao's face.

Her face flushed bright red instantly.

This guy!

How can you speak so seriously about being lewd?

Does she really think Xingyao can't tell at all?

"You big pervert!"

"ha."

Ye Chuhao chuckled and carried her to the balcony.

"Whoosh—"

The flying sword pierced through the air.

Ye Chuhao carried Xingyao onto the flying sword, and with a flash of sword light, they flew towards the faculty and staff dormitory building.

below.

Yan Cong's dramatic confession has long since come to an end.

The playground was empty.

Only military tents remained, neatly set up on the grass.

The soldiers of the Zhenguo Army lived inside.

The patrol team walked along the runway, guns lowered, their footsteps light.

The flying sword swept overhead.

Several patrolling soldiers looked up.

After discovering that it was Ye Chuhao and Xing Yao, they continued to stand guard.

The newly built dormitory building for faculty and staff.

The second floor.

The entrance to 205.

Even before getting close, you could hear Lu Changming's angry curses coming from inside.

"Confessing your feelings in public, huh!"

"They even physically assaulted students from other classes!"

"Standing up for love, huh?!"

"Yan Cong, don't laugh at me!"

"At tomorrow's flag-raising ceremony, you'll have to read a 1,000-word self-criticism!"

in the room.

Lu Changming sat at the table.

The table was covered with lesson plans, and a thermos was placed next to it.

He slammed his fist on the table, pointed at the three people standing in a row against the wall, and cursed them, spitting as he did so.

Yan Cong.

A fierce and decisive wind.

Tong Jingcheng.

The three of them stood up straight.

Their expressions were all more defiant than the last.

Especially Yan Cong.

His nonchalant attitude almost gave Lu Changming high blood pressure.

"Tsk."

Yan Cong muttered to himself.

"It's just confessing your feelings."

"As for that?"

"The class monitor has already confessed his feelings, so why aren't you scolding him, Lao Lu?"

"They just grabbed me and started yelling at me."

"And write a self-criticism."

"What are you plotting over there so loudly?!"

Lu Changming slammed his hand on the table again.

"I just can't practice martial arts!"

"I'm not deaf!"

Yan Cong immediately shut up.

Lu Changming glared at him.

"Ye Chuhao and Xingyao are truly in love."

"And he's an eighth-level mentalist."

"And you?"

"Stealing someone's fiancée in public?"

"What's wrong?"

"Your ancestor was Boss Cao?!"

Yan Cong scratched his head.

"Well..."

"Shut up!"

Lu Changming became increasingly angry as he spoke.

"What if the Zhao family retaliates against you for doing this?"

"You have no power or influence, how can you go against others?"

"Inviting classmates again?"

"People have their own lives and their own things to do, how can they possibly worry about so many things?"

"oops……"

It looked like Lu Changming was about to start his nagging and lecturing mode again.

Yan Cong simply waved his hand.

"Splash—"

A large number of level 7 soldiers fell out.

Swords, spears, halberds, and knives.

Axe, halberd, hook, fork.

Various streams of light illuminated the entire dormitory, making it look like a treasure trove.

Lu Changming's second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

Yan Cong swaggered over to Lu Changming's side with a grin.

"Old Lu, oh Old Lu."

"Come."

"Tell me about it."

"How many coins does the Zhao family have in their assets?"

"Can we outcompete this bunch of level seven warriors?"

Lu Changming's eye twitched.

Yan Cong looked very serious.

"I'm not as strong as that class monitor."

"But martial arts are not all about strength."

"Never heard of the Wealth and Companionship Method?"

"Wealth is the most important thing!"

As he spoke, he casually picked up a level seven weapon and tossed it in his hand.

"I can just throw out a level 7 weapon and I'll be set for life."

"You're saying you're afraid the Zhao family will target me?"

"hehe."

Yan Cong grinned.

"Do you think my wealth is enough to make countless grandmasters risk their lives for me?"

"A small Zhao family."

"It was just something I did on the spot, okay!"

Lu Changming's lips twitched.

He stared at the ground covered with level seven soldiers for a few seconds.

He looked up at Yan Cong again.

In the end, he didn't utter a single curse.

I forgot again.

None of my students are simple.

Turns out I was worrying for nothing all this time.

Seeing Lu Changming remain silent, Yan Cong immediately beckoned to Tong Jingcheng and Li Juefeng.

"Alright, alright."

"Let's not bother Lao Lu as he's having an existential crisis."

"Let's go!"

Lu Changming watched the three of them stagger out the door with a dark expression.

Until their backs were no longer visible.

He leaned back in his chair and let out a soft sigh.

"Too."

"They are no longer the children I used to pull out of the darkness."

"Now, wherever they stand, the light is blindingly bright."

"The future looks bright."

Why should I worry about it?

He picked up the thermos, then put it down again.

"Ugh."

It was supposed to be a happy thing.

But when he realized that these children no longer needed him to stand in front of them, Lu Changming felt a little uncomfortable.

My heart feels empty.

It felt like someone had suddenly taken away the burden that I had been carrying on my shoulders for years.

The corridor outside the door.

"Yan, you weren't disciplined, were you?"

They hadn't gone more than a few steps when Su Xiaoxiao surrounded them.

She looked Yan Cong up and down, her eyes filled with worry.

At the same time, she handed the bag to Yan Cong.

"What are you doing?!"

Yan Cong put on a stern face and then casually put his arm around Su Xiaoxiao's waist.

"What I, Yan Cong, have given away, how can I possibly take back!"

"Consider this a dowry!"

Su Xiaoxiao blushed.

She made a symbolic hesitation for a couple of moments, then let Yan Cong hold her.

"Then I'll accept it."

"rest assured."

"I'll keep it for you and won't misuse it."

She had just glanced at that bag.

Just one glance.

She almost lost her grip.

There are countless soldiers below level seven.

There are over a hundred combat units of level seven or higher.

There are two of each level eight item.

Other cultivation resources, blood materials, blood ore, and pills were piled up inside in huge quantities.

Don't even mention how much those things inside are worth.

That bag containing the materials alone could buy most of the Zhao family's assets.

At that moment, Su Xiaoxiao knew.

Yan Cong didn't just say he would help her.

This person is truly capable; she managed to pry open the hand that the Zhao family was using to oppress her.

She no longer needs to listen to Zhao Kuo's arrangements.

No longer will I be used as a bargaining chip by my parents.

She no longer has to let people like Zhang Guihua lick her face and decide her life for her.

"Hey, not bad, not bad."

Yan Cong was so proud of himself that his tail was practically wagging in the air.

"sensible!"

He tightened his grip on Su Xiaoxiao's waist and waved to Tong Jingcheng and Li Juefeng behind him.

"Hey guys."

"I'm not going back to the dorm with you guys tonight!"

"You can go back now!"

"Hahaha!"

Yan Cong laughed loudly and led Su Xiaoxiao downstairs.

Su Xiaoxiao blushed deeply, but she did not break free.

"Um……"

Li Juefeng stood there, his brows furrowed deeply.

"That shouldn't be the case!"

"You can make a woman do whatever you want just by throwing money at her."

"Why doesn't this trick work on that woman?"

Tong Jingcheng, carrying his guitar, walked past him.

He didn't stop walking, only uttering a single sentence in a low voice.

"Money is for women to see, not for women to spend."

"???"

Three question marks appeared above Li Juefeng's head.

next second.

"!!!"

His eyes suddenly lit up.

This sentence enlightened him on the spot.

Just then, Li Juefeng hurriedly caught up, wanting to ask Tong Jincheng for advice.

Around the corner.

Yan Cong, who had just said he wouldn't go back to the dorm tonight, was now leaning on the corridor railing with Su Xiaoxiao in his arms, looking towards the playground.

When he saw the two approaching, he immediately lowered his voice and waved.

"Take cover!"

"Take cover!"

"Look!"

"Is that Lu Ming?"

Li Juefeng followed his gaze.

far away.

A tall, upright young man was walking across the playground toward the faculty and staff dormitory building.

His steps were very steady.

But there was an indescribable loneliness in his silhouette.

"It seems so?"

Yan Cong narrowed his eyes.

"Why."

"Why do you think he came to see Lao Lu at this time?"

next second.

The three exchanged a glance and spoke almost simultaneously.

"Are you going to run away?!"

"Ninety-nine percent!"

Yan Cong panicked instantly.

He patted Li Juefeng on the shoulder.

"quick!"

"Old Li!"

"Make your three minutes count."

"wrong."

"A one-minute causality weapon!"

"Tell our classmates that Lu Ming is planning to secretly run away back to the Northern Border behind our backs!"

"quick!"

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