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

The sound stopped abruptly there.

Doorway.

Ye Long held the belt in one hand, a very kind smile on his face.

Meanwhile, the three brothers who had just shouted that they were going to grab their weapons were already standing straight in a row at the door.

Ye Chen looked straight ahead.

Lin Fan looked straight ahead.

Han Li stared straight ahead.

The three of them stood so neatly together that they didn't look like students; they looked more like a ceremonial guard that Ye Long had brought in advance.

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

Fuck!

They're all scumbags!

This is a big shot, and you guys didn't even announce it?

Ye Chen and the other two continued to look straight ahead, completely avoiding eye contact with him.

Yan Cong's face twitched twice more.

Ye Long looked at him with a smile.

"Who did you just call a bastard?"

"What are you planning to do now?"

Yan Cong took a deep breath.

next second.

He instantly switched to a fawning expression.

"Why!"

"Commander Ye! Uncle Ye!"

"I was just cursing myself, you son of a bitch!"

"You're here, and I wasn't even standing still!"

"Is this acceptable?"

As he spoke, he jogged over to Ye Chen's side.

He stood up straight with a snap.

"hehe."

Ye Long's smile became even more benevolent.

"I see."

"Then I'll punish you by making you give a self-criticism at the flag-raising ceremony later."

"I heard that last night you kidnapped the Zhao family's chosen fiancée in front of the whole school?"

"I'll share my thoughts then."

Yan Cong's face twitched, and he instantly solved the case in his mind.

It's definitely because Old Lu, being so petty, felt he couldn't control Class 9, so he turned around and invited Ye Long, this big shot, to come.

Depend on!

You old bastard!

I'll let your tires go down in a bit!

"What's wrong?"

Ye Long draped the belt over his palm.

"You've been silent for so long, do you have a problem with my arrangements?"

"No, no, no—"

Yan Cong had barely managed to force a smile onto his face.

"Snapped!"

The belt landed precisely on his buttocks.

His entire face contorted instantly.

Ye Chen and the other two stood even straighter.

"So you have a problem with me?"

Yan Cong was in so much pain that he almost cried.

"No, I wouldn't dare!"

Ye Long snorted coldly.

"Then what are you waiting for!"

"Go down and train immediately!"

Ye Chen immediately roared.

"Forward!"

The words fell.

Ye Chen, along with Han Li and Lin Fan, rushed out of the dormitory.

Yan Cong, clutching his backside, followed behind with a limp.

"You guys wait for me..."

Ye Long watched their retreating figures and sneered.

Then, he kicked open the door of another dormitory room in Class 9.

"who!"

"You're asking for trouble, daring to lay a hand on me, the Little Love Master!"

The arrogant voice lasted only two seconds.

next moment.

"Clap clap clap—"

"Awooooo—"

"Wrong, wrong!"

"Let's go down now!"

"Stop hitting him!"

"Forward!"

The outcome was a foregone conclusion.

Except for two privileged individuals, everyone else in Class 9 was herded to the playground.

At five o'clock, it was still dark on the playground.

The temporary, high-powered lights erected around the perimeter illuminated the playground as bright as day.

Students from other classes have already run several laps.

Their faces were deathly pale, and sweat dripped down their chins.

Class 9 was separated into a separate team.

Yan Cong ran at the back of the group, raising his hand to glance at the special weight ring strapped to his wrist.

16,000 kilograms.

He had one bandage on each of his wrists and one on each of his ankles.

A total of 64,000 kilograms.

"Depend on……"

Yan Cong ran until his face turned green.

If he hadn't completed a system task last night and broken through to the Grandmaster level, he probably wouldn't have been able to move at all after putting on these four rings.

Not to mention running.

Yan Cong finally understood what Ye Chen had said before.

"My deadbeat father trained me to the bone to improve my skills."

Why?

Because Ye Chen is now wearing ten eight-ton rings.

80,000 kilograms.

He was sweating profusely from running, and steam was rising from his head.

Yan Cong's eyes twitched as he watched.

This is hardly training.

This is treating humans like monsters to be refined!

He grew increasingly frustrated as he ran, and finally couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a howl.

"Damn it!"

"Why doesn't the class monitor have to practice?!"

"Stop howling!"

Ye Long ran alongside the rest of the group, his belt snapping loudly.

"He's an eighth-level mentalist!"

"What's the point of training your physical body!"

"Run faster!"

Yan Cong almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

So what if you're a mentalist?

Ok.

An eighth-level mentalist is indeed remarkable.

I'm even angrier!

Speaking of the class monitor.

Ye Chuhao is currently fast asleep on the 23rd floor, embracing his beautiful wife.

Until the morning light of eight o'clock pierced through the gap in the curtains.

Ye Chuhao slowly opened his eyes.

"Class monitor~"

He had just woken up when Xingyao, like a kitten that had been waiting for a long time, immediately poked her head out of her arms.

She pointed to her mouth, her eyes sparkling.

"I want a kiss~"

Ye Chuhao couldn't help but smile as he looked at her expectant face.

"Didn't we kiss all we wanted last night?"

"Oops~"

Xingyao buried her face in his chest and rubbed against him.

"Class monitor, I want it!"

"Please, please!"

Ye Chuhao was driven to desperation by her nagging.

"well."

He lowered his head and kissed her pink lips.

Xingyao was immediately satisfied.

Hehe~

"I like the class monitor the most!"

"alright."

Ye Chuhao pinched her cheek.

"Get up."

"Hmm!"

Half an hour later.

Ye Chuhao sat on the balcony, holding a cup of hot tea.

On the playground below, students from each grade have already lined up in square formations, ready to raise the flag.

In the kitchen.

Xingyao, wearing an apron, hummed a soft tune as she tasted the saltiness of the porridge with a small spoon.

Ye Chuhao took a sip of tea.

"Little stutterer, remember to check on Lu Jiu later."

Xingyao's soft voice came from the kitchen.

"I just saw it, I've already seen it."

"She's still not awake."

Soon.

Xingyao used a rag to cushion her hands and jogged over to bring out a ceramic pot.

The aroma of the meat congee quickly wafted out.

She put the pot on the balcony table, then ran back to the kitchen and grabbed two bowls and a spoon.

After serving a bowl of porridge.

Xingyao scooped up a spoonful, puffed out her cheeks, and blew on it.

Then it was brought to Ye Chuhao's lips.

"Class monitor."

"Eat quickly!"

Ye Chuhao's eyelids twitched.

He subconsciously moved his hands and feet.

Ok……

He's not disabled.

Why does it feel like he's the one lying in bed?

Ke Xingyao was looking up at him with her little face.

Those eyes were incredibly bright.

Ye Chuhao could only open his mouth and eat the porridge.

The meat porridge enters the mouth.

Thick and creamy.

The monster meat was stewed until tender, and the aroma of the meat permeated the rice grains, with just the right amount of saltiness.

Xingyao gripped the spoon tightly, her expression tense.

"Is it good?"

Ye Chuhao swallowed and nodded without hesitation.

"good."

"We can open a breakfast shop now."

Xingyao's eyes instantly curved into crescent moons.

She put the bowl on the table.

Then she squatted down in front of Ye Chuhao, tilted her head back, and pointed to her small mouth.

"Then, then I..."

"I want to reward myself with a kiss."