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

Yan Cong glared at him.

"roll."

"And what about me?"

Old Wang shouted in a very casual manner.

The house left by Yan Cong's parents wasn't new, but it was quite large.

Four rooms.

The living room is also spacious.

Since my parents passed away, this place has remained empty. The furniture and lights are old, and they've never been replaced.

Yan Cong pointed to the room opposite the one with the squinty eyes.

"You can sleep across from him."

"OK!"

Old Wang stood up, took two steps, and then looked back at Liang Rumeng.

"What about Xiaomeng?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

There was a half-second of silence in the living room.

Yan Cong looked down at Liang Rumeng in his arms.

Her eyes were closed, her hair brushed against his neck, and she smelled of alcohol, along with a faint fragrance.

Yan Cong's Adam's apple bobbed.

He didn't know where he got the courage, but he stubbornly spoke up.

"she……"

"She's sleeping with me tonight!"

"Huh—"

Old Wang immediately let out a disgusted squeak.

However, on the way here, she already knew that the two of them had been assigned their identities in a daze.

As an outsider, she shouldn't interfere too much.

In the end, all I could do was wave goodbye.

"Alright then."

After saying that, she went into the room.

All that was left in the living room was Old Zhong and his floral shirt.

Yan Conggang had just turned his gaze to Old Zhong when he hadn't yet spoken.

Old Zhong had already stood up.

He chuckled as he tidied up the empty bottles on the table.

"I won't stay here and bother you any longer."

"I'll spend the night at the floral shirt place."

The man in the floral shirt also stood up.

He opened the plastic bag and filled it with the leftover food from the table.

When he got to Yan Cong's side, he lowered his voice and leaned close to Yan Cong's ear with a wicked grin.

"Old Yan, seize the opportunity!"

Just this once.

"You'll be going up again in a couple of days."

His meaning was very clear.

A girl like this, with a bit of a "spirited" personality, will most likely hang out with you if there's alcohol involved.

When it comes to feelings, whoever takes them seriously loses.

Yan Cong understood.

The smile on his face faded slightly.

The next second, he glared fiercely at the man in the floral shirt.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"What did you say?"

"Am I that kind of scumbag?"

"shallow!"

The man in the floral shirt shrugged.

"Whether you listen or not is up to you."

They quickly cleaned up the things on the table.

"Bang!"

With a bang of the door.

The living room became completely quiet.

oh……

of course.

And there was also a faint "hoho..." sound coming from the room with the squinty eyes.

The sound was intermittent.

Even through the door, Yan Cong blushed and his heart pounded.

He sat on the sofa, his body stiff.

He looked down at Liang Rumeng, who was sleeping in his arms.

His chubby little face, fair skin, and strands of hair clinging to the back of his hand.

The boy had already been drinking, and the noise stirred his brain, making him feel hot all over.

He muttered a curse under his breath.

"grass"

Then he gritted his teeth.

He picked Liang Rumeng up and carried her to his room.

The live stream chat instantly went wild.

"Wuhu!"

"That's how it should be! What kind of man drags his feet like that!"

"By the way, what's next that we can watch?"

(Evil grin) (doge emoji)

"I'm not really interested in watching it, I just want to see the true value of Old Ancestor Yan's largest account! (doge)"

"Me too!"

"Me too! (Drooling...)"

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School.

Yan Cong's face was so dark it was unbearable to look at.

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head silently, her fingers clenching the hem of her clothes, and her ears turned red.

Yan Cong glanced at her sideways.

What are you laughing at?

Su Xiaoxiao didn't look at him.

"I don't."

Yan Conggang was about to make a witty remark.

The scene in the dome has now moved into the room.

The room wasn't big.

A bookshelf.

A wardrobe.

A bed.

A table.

There is also a bay window.

The bookshelf contained old textbooks, game discs, several martial arts textbooks with curled edges, and a few dusty award certificate frames.

A faded family photo lay on the edge of the table.

In the photo, a young couple stands next to a tricycle, holding their baby Yan Cong, who is still unable to walk.

The camera paused for only a moment before quickly moving away.

Yan Cong put Liang Rumeng on the bed.

He stood by the bed and stared at the person for two seconds.

The girl was fast asleep, her eyelashes drooping and her lips slightly pursed.

Yan Cong's ears grew increasingly red.

then……

"Splash, splash..."

The sound of running water was heard; the guy had gone to take a bath.

The live stream chat exploded.

"no!"

"You fool! Old Master Yan, what a coward you are!"

"You've already carried her to the bed, and you're going to take a shower?!"

"Don't you know that people who take a shower while drunk often just fall asleep immediately afterward?!"

The audience's concerns soon became a reality.

A few minutes later.

Yan Cong dried his hair and returned to his room.

He glanced at Liang Rumeng on the bed, then at the doorway.

Finally, I turned off the light, climbed into bed, and gently pulled her into my arms.

The moment his arm touched her, the effects of the alcohol kicked in completely.

My eyelids drooped, and I fell into a deep sleep.

The sky also darkened.

"Snap—"

"Clap clap clap—"

This moment.

A live stream five thousand years in the future.

Blue Star five thousand years ago.

Countless people simultaneously slapped their foreheads.

"Useless!"

"You couldn't seize the opportunity even when given it!"

"I'm impressed, Bathing God of War!"

"Hahahaha, the squinty-eyed guys have already finished their team fight, and you're still stuck on the loading screen!"

On the high platform of Wuzhong in Jinling.

Su Xiaoxiao breathed a long sigh of relief.

She couldn't explain why she was so glad.

Perhaps if the sky were to be unveiled a little later, she would feel less bitter.

Perhaps seeing that the young Yan Cong did nothing in the end, the thorn in her heart suddenly didn't feel so sharp anymore.

Yan Cong noticed her subtle movements and glanced down at her.

"What are you so relieved about?"

Su Xiaoxiao immediately sat up straight.

"no."

Yan Cong narrowed his eyes.

"No?"

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head away.

"have no idea."

Yan Cong looked at her reddened ears and suddenly laughed.

Su Xiaoxiao immediately sat up straight.

"Really, no."

"You have."

"No!"

Yan Cong was about to continue teasing her.

The sky brightened again.

The scene remains Yan Cong's room.

The morning light streamed in through the bay window.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and pale light slanted down onto the bedside, illuminating the dust in the air.

Yan Cong was still fast asleep.

Liang Rumeng, who was being held by him, had already woken up.

Her eyes widened.

I froze in bed.

Several seconds later, she slowly turned her head to look at Yan Cong, who was fast asleep beside her.

The sky thoughtfully revealed her innermost thoughts.

【no……】

What happened last night? How did I end up in a strange guy's bed?

My head hurts so much, he... he's so ugly...

"???"

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

"Oh no, the girl has absolutely no memory of what happened last night!"

"Old Master Yan ultimately couldn't escape the fate of being a clown!"

"Hahaha……"

On the high platform of Wuzhong in Jinling.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back either.

"Pfft..."

Yan Cong immediately reached out and pinched her face.

"What are you laughing at?!"

"Am I that ugly?"