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

"I never imagined I'd be sending you these kinds of things in the future! Hahaha..."

"I can't take it anymore... Hahaha!"

Yan Cong laughed until tears streamed down his face.

He laughed and laughed.

He suddenly noticed that Su Xiaoxiao next to him seemed a little off.

She lowered her head, pursed her lips, gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with her fingers, and did not smile.

Yan Cong blinked.

"Um?"

"Isn't it funny?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked up at him, her eyes filled with grievance.

But she hadn't said anything yet.

Yan Cong suddenly leaned close to her face, his mischievous grin returning to his expression.

"oh."

"I see."

"You're jealous!"

Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback.

Yan Cong's smile became even more smug.

"You feel that none of the many options listed above are suitable for you, right?"

Su Xiaoxiao's face turned bright red instantly.

She bit her lip, her eyes wide with shame and indignation.

next second.

She quickly covered Yan Cong's mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm not jealous at all!!!"

"What's going on in your head?!"

Yan Cong's mouth was covered, but his eyes were still smiling.

Then, he mischievously licked her palm lightly.

Su Xiaoxiao trembled and withdrew her hand like a startled rabbit.

Her face turned even redder.

"you!"

"Hahaha."

Yan Cong was overjoyed.

He lowered his voice and leaned close to her ear.

"Shall we go tonight?!"

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head.

She dared not look Yan Cong in the eye, and only managed to squeeze out a very soft sound from her throat.

"Um."

"Hahaha!"

Yan Cong was overjoyed on the spot.

He pulled Su Xiaoxiao into his arms.

Su Xiaoxiao did not struggle.

She simply leaned against him, looking at the unsightly pile of gifts from Old Ancestor Yan on the sky, and quietly clenched her fists.

Within the canopy.

It wasn't until Ai Kun had the staff take the artifacts away that the audience gradually came to their senses.

"Old Master Yan...a man of deep feelings!"

"This peak combat power is comparable to mine!"

"Stop exaggerating, he's using three boxes! Even if it's three boxes a week, that's at least five times a day!"

"Not to mention it's the largest size!"

"You want to compare? You're comparing a little mushroom to that? Pfft... Hahaha!"

"……I***"

Aikun rested his chin on his hand, watching the comments section erupt in playful banter with a smile.

He only spoke quietly after the chat had calmed down enough.

"My darlings."

"You've guessed wrong again!"

"This peak combat strength isn't something that can be maintained in just one week..."

"I'll knock!"

The audience all stopped in their tracks.

Many people stared at the screen, their expressions changing.

After all, there's an old saying that goes something like that.

There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are ruined from plowing.

Any guy with a girlfriend knows that this statement is absolutely true.

I was incredibly excited.

Both times, she appeared increasingly tired.

Three times the soul left the body.

Five times a day...

For the vast majority of people, that's like ascending to heaven!

Now, Aikun is actually saying, "It's not just that?"

"How is that possible?"

"Could it be... three boxes every three days?"

"Damn, the ancestor of martial arts was a nuclear-powered bull! That strong?"

"No, no, no!"

Aikun shook his finger and laughed.

Finally, he held up three fingers to the camera.

"yes!"

"One hour!"

"One box!"

"???"

"???"

The live stream audience was stunned.

Even Wu Zhong of Jinling, five thousand years ago, was bewildered.

On the playground.

Rows of students looked up.

His expression changed from shock to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to eeriness.

The edge of the platform.

Su Xiaoxiao also stiffly lowered her head and began to calculate silently.

"Twelve in a box."

"One hour and sixty minutes."

"That means..."

She secretly looked up.

He happened to bump into Yan Cong's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Five minutes?"

Yan Cong: "..."

Su Xiaoxiao quickly grasped his hand and spoke hastily.

"fine!"

"I don't mind!"

"Grass!!!"

Yan Cong jumped up on the spot.

He pointed to the sky and immediately began to sing birdsong and enjoy the fragrance of flowers.

"Damn it!"

"You son of a bitch, you've slandered your ancestor!!!"

"grass!"

"I'm a warrior of endurance!!!"

"you***"

"alright!"

On the sky.

Ai Kun closed his folding fan, and the smile on his face became even more mysterious.

"Let's keep watching and see how Old Ancestor Yan manages to produce one box per hour!"

Done.

His figure disappeared again.

Even after the screen went black, the comments were still scrolling.

"Don't run away, streamer!"

"No, you need to explain clearly why it's one box per hour!"

"I'm not sleeping tonight, I'm just squatting here!"

"Master Yan! Please answer the question directly!"

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School.

Yan Cong's face was frighteningly dark.

Su Xiaoxiao sat next to him, wanting to laugh but not daring to, so she could only lower her head, her shoulders trembling.

Yan Cong glared at her.

"Laugh if you want to."

Su Xiaoxiao immediately shook her head.

"In no mood."

Yan Cong sneered.

"Your smile is practically flying onto Commander Ye's face."

Su Xiaoxiao immediately pursed her lips.

next second.

The sky lit up again.

The scene then returned to that warm yellow living room.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol hadn't dissipated in the living room.

The barbecue on the round table had been mostly eaten up, several beer bottles lay askew by the table legs, and peanut shells and disposable cups were piled up on the table.

Unlike before.

There was another girl in the room.

She was tall and slender with dark skin. Wearing athletic shorts, she had a sharp and defined shoulder and back line. Standing there, she really did have the look of a dark-skinned physical education student.

Old Wang.

As soon as she appeared, the people in the room started making a fuss.

"Old Zhong!"

"The opportunity has arrived!"

"Aren't you single?"

"Go!"

Old Zhong sat in the chair, so embarrassed that he almost tore his toes through his slippers.

That dark-skinned girl wasn't much better off.

The two exchanged a few glances.

A dry laugh.

A perfunctory response.

In the end, they just added a contact number as a sham, and that was the end of it.

The live stream chat erupted in laughter.

"Hahahaha, the forced pairing failed!"

"Old Zhong: Thanks for the invitation. I'm in the living room and I'm thinking of calling the police."

Girl: Are these guys crazy?

"Is this what a dinner party for young people is like? Half drinking, half awkward pairing up."

In the picture.

After several rounds of drinks...

The food on the table has been almost completely eaten.

He squinted at his wine-red-haired girlfriend, looking smug and self-satisfied.

He looked at Yan Cong with a smile.

"Old Yan, you have a spare room at your place, right?"

Yan Cong was still holding Liang Rumeng, who was leaning against him.

The girl had drunk some wine; her face was flushed, her head was tilted on his shoulder, and she was breathing very lightly.

Upon hearing the words of the squinty-eyed man, Yan Cong casually pointed to the room outside.

"The outermost one."

"You guys go to sleep."

"good!"

With a mischievous grin, he grabbed his girlfriend and scurried into the room.

Before closing the door, he turned back and raised an eyebrow at Yan Cong.

That expression.

Any man could understand it.