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

"Hello!"

"One minute!"

Li Juefeng lowered his voice and spoke rapidly into the phone.

"Notify all my classmates except Lu Ming!"

"Tell them that Lu Ming is sneaking off!"

"Hurry up and build the second floor of the new faculty and staff dormitory!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication.

Then a helpless male voice came.

"yes!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

Seeing that the arrangements had been made, Yan Cong grabbed Su Xiaoxiao and waved to Tong Jingcheng and Li Juefeng.

"Let's hide first!"

The group scurried up the corridor and hid in the corner of the staircase between the second and third floors.

Yan Cong flipped his hand over.

A small bead fell to the ground.

The bead was a deep blue color, with fine lines on its surface that glowed, spreading out in circles and suppressing the aura and voices of the group.

Level 8 stealth combat soldier.

Yan Cong squatted by the stairs and held up his finger.

"Don't say a word!"

After saying that, he remembered something and quickly looked at Li Juefeng.

"By the way, Lao Li, give another order."

"When you call them over, make sure they conceal their presence!"

Li Juefeng nodded.

"it is good."

Outside the building, high in the sky.

"Class monitor."

Xingyao's voice rang in my ears.

Ye Chuhao withdrew his gaze from Lu Ming's retreating figure, who had already entered the faculty and staff dormitory building.

I looked down.

Xingyao held up her phone, her eyes sparkling as she presented it to him.

"Squad leader, look!"

"All the students are here!"

That was a group chat page that excluded Lu Ming.

Li Juefeng:

[Lu Ming is leaving without saying goodbye. He's on the second floor of the faculty dormitory. Come quickly!]

Remember to conceal your presence!

Zhuge Wangye:

【receive! 】

Su Huaying:

【receive! 】

Liu Ruyan:

【receive! 】

[+43]: [Received!]

Xingyao:

The class monitor and I are up there!

Aside from Yan Cong and Tong Jingcheng being present, Long Aotian was far away in North America and couldn't come back, and Ye Chuhao didn't bring his phone.

All the other students replied to the message.

Ye Chuhao's lips slowly curled up into a smile.

He turned his head and looked down.

"Whoosh—"

Outside the faculty and staff dormitory building.

roof.

Treetops.

Streetlight pole.

Mid-air.

One by one, figures fell silently.

Some people even had toothbrushes in their mouths.

Someone buttoned two buttons on their pajamas incorrectly.

Some people even came wrapped in blankets and wearing slippers, almost throwing their slippers off when they landed.

Su Huaying was even more exaggerated.

She was still wrapped in a white bathrobe, her hair was wet, and the blue dragon flower on her left arm was exposed, emanating a murderous aura along with the scent of her shower gel.

She noticed Ye Chuhao's gaze.

Su Huaying froze.

She immediately ripped the towel off her hair and frantically wrapped it around her left arm.

Ye Chuhao calmly withdrew his gaze.

Xingyao secretly glanced at Su Huaying.

She glanced at Ye Chuhao again, stealing a look.

Finally, she obediently shut her mouth and didn't ask any questions.

The surroundings also quieted down.

The students from Class 9 either squatted on the roof, leaned against the wall, or hid in the corner of the staircase.

No one spoke; everyone was waiting.

in the dormitory.

Lu Changming had just recovered from that feeling of emptiness.

He sat at the table, looking at the lesson plan spread out.

There was a piece of paper tucked inside the lesson plan.

The paper contained the next batch of custom orders for monster meat.

He bought this thing three years ago.

Every month when his salary arrives, he deducts 70% and uses the rest to order meat.

Use the remaining money to pay for your own food and drink.

He had previously called himself sick.

A bunch of brats who always get the lowest grades, what kind of monster meat are they eating?

But when the ordering day actually arrives, I feel restless if I don't place an order.

Lu Changming stared at the order for a long time.

Finally, he picked up the pen and signed his name at the end.

It's been three years.

If he didn't buy anything in this last month, he would feel like something was missing.

"Knock knock knock—"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Lu Changming was taken aback.

He quickly stuffed the order back into the lesson plan, coughed lightly, and looked towards the door.

He had expected to see Yan Cong's grinning face outside the door.

The door opened.

Standing at the door was Lu Ming.

The boy stood upright, his face still bearing that calm expression.

"head teacher."

"May I come in?"

Lu Changming immediately got up, walked a few steps to the door, and pulled him inside.

"Hey, it's chilly outside late at night."

"Come in and talk."

"Teacher, I'm going to talk to you..."

"Hey!"

Lu Changming glared at him.

"We can talk about it later."

"Here, let me get you a stool."

"Sit down first!"

Lu Ming watched Lu Changming turn away to get a stool, and his lips moved slightly.

He swallowed back the words of farewell.

"Come."

Lu Changming wiped the stool with his sleeve and placed it in front of Lu Ming.

"sit."

Lu Ming sat down in silence.

He looked at Lu Changming.

"Teacher, I'm here today to..."

"Stop!"

Lu Changming raised his hand, silencing him once again.

"Wait a minute."

"The teacher specially left something for you."

"Let's talk about it after we finish eating."

"eat?"

Lu Ming was taken aback.

Lu Changming had already turned and gone to the kitchen.

A short while later.

The sound of water boiling could be heard from the kitchen.

Lu Ming was sitting in the living room when he saw Lu Changming unscrew a thermal box.

He first lowered his head and smelled it.

It's confirmed that it's not broken.

Then he poured the contents into a large bowl and placed a steaming plate on top.

Less than three minutes.

A rich aroma of meat wafted out.

The moment the smell entered Lu Ming's nostrils, his fingers trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the image of the Zhenguo Army's canteen flashed before his eyes.

Metal table.

Food cooked in a large pot.

And then there were Uncle Huang and Uncle Yang's two wrinkled, smiling faces.

One was as strong as an iron tower.

A skinny guy, like a bamboo pole.

The two people, carrying rice bowls, smiled and put meat into his bowl.

"Come on, you little rascal, eat some more!"

"If you've been wronged here, just tell us."

"We'll back you up!"

"Here it comes."

Lu Changming's voice pulled Lu Ming back from his memories.

He used two rags to cushion his hands, picked up the large bowl, and strode out of the kitchen.

"clatter."

A large bowl of monster meat was placed in front of Lu Ming.

Hot air is rising.

The aroma of meat filled the table.

Lu Changming took out another pair of chopsticks and handed them to him.

But Lu Ming didn't answer.

He was still staring intently at the bowl of meat, his eyes glazed over.

Lu Changming was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand in front of him.

"Lu Ming?"

"Lu Ming!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Uncle Huang and Uncle Yang's faces gradually came into view.

Instead, Lu Changming's face was filled with worry.

Lu Ming took the chopsticks, his voice low.

"fine……"

After saying that...

He stared at the bowl of monster meat in front of him, not touching his chopsticks for a long time.

Lu Changming sat down opposite him and sighed.

"This is a big pot of food that Zhenguo Army made this afternoon."

"I was thinking that since you came from the Zhenguo Army, you probably haven't had this kind of food in a long time."

"It's probably because of your feelings."

I made one for you.

He pushed the bowl.

"Come."

"Eat it while it's hot."

"I just steamed it again, so the taste shouldn't have changed much."

Lu Ming stared at the bowl of meat, his eyes growing redder and redder.

He remained silent for a long time before finally picking up a piece and putting it in his mouth.

The familiar taste spread through my mouth.

Salty and savory.

Rich and flavorful.

Soft and mushy.

It still carries the rustic charm of a military camp's large cooking pot.

"Thud—"

A tear fell into the bowl.