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

"Damn it! I can't take it anymore! It's so painful to watch!"

"Please give me some candy! Please give me some candy!"

"Sigh, have you guys forgotten what the streamer said before?"

"Ancestor Yan is the [Electric Shock Boy], the [Most Afraid of Pain], the [Pawn Chosen by Heaven], and the [Father of All Races]."

"These titles are definitely not meaningless!"

"We've already seen what 'Electric Boy' means."

"But what about the ones after that?"

Why did all the pressure suddenly erupt at this particular moment?

"Don't you find that strange?"

"Also, Grandma is clearly in the late stages of Alzheimer's disease, so why did she suddenly regain consciousness and deliver the final blow to Old Master Yan?"

"I guess... later on, Old Master Yan will either be reborn from the ashes, or... be defeated by life!"

"Furthermore, even if it's a rebirth... everyone, there's a saying that goes, 'There's no such thing as a free lunch; everything comes with a hidden price.'"

"In your opinion, if Elder Yan wants to be reborn, what price would he need to pay? What could it be?"

After this comment appeared, the subtitles on the screen paused for a moment.

The live stream, which was originally filled with wailing, suddenly seemed to have its throat held down.

Until a fragmented message managed to squeeze out.

"No... Damn Heaven, don't harm Mengbao!"

Yes.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong High School.

Many students looked up, their expressions gradually changing.

Why are all these things so coincidental?

Why did family pressure, childhood dreams, and the girl he loved all come crashing down on Yan Cong at the same time?

Just thinking about any one of them makes them feel breathless.

But Yan Cong at that time had to face everything.

How exactly did he break the deadlock after that?

And... will that girl named Liang Rumeng really become the price for the boy's downfall?

All eyes instinctively turned to the high platform.

Yan Cong sat there, surprisingly not breaking down and crying as everyone expected.

He just sat there, a slight smile on his lips.

It's very light.

It was so faint that it seemed like it might dissipate at any moment.

But anyone who isn't blind can see the sadness hidden beneath that smile.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him, her fingers slowly clenching.

She wanted to ask.

But the words stuck in his throat.

The sky lit up again.

In the video, the warm yellow light has disappeared.

The living room lights are off.

Yan Cong held Liang Rumeng in his arms, leaned against the living room sofa, and stared blankly at the river outside the balcony.

The moon hangs high in the sky.

A thin mist rose from the river.

A cool breeze blew by, rippling the water's surface, and the moon reflected on it shattered into pieces.

Yan Cong looked at the shattered moonlight and subconsciously reached out his hand, as if trying to grasp something.

But he only grasped at air.

Liang Rumeng looked up at him.

Looking at the boy's pale lips, the frighteningly heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his hand that lingered after grasping at empty air.

My heart suddenly felt uneasy.

She gritted her teeth and sat up abruptly.

next second.

She grasped Yan Cong's cold hands with both of hers, and her voice suddenly rose.

"Yan Cong!"

"Get your act together!!!"

"What kind of behavior is this?!"

Yan Cong stiffly raised his head, tears falling silently down his face.

It seemed like it took him a long time to understand what Liang Rumeng was saying.

"I……"

"I'm really acting like this right now..."

His lips moved, but his voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

"I should never stop..."

"I should always be reliable..."

"I shouldn't have cried..."

"I can't change anything... I'm useless..."

"But...baby..."

"I feel so... tired..."

The boy's pupils were dilated.

He sat there, looking as if half his soul had been taken away.

Last night's night shift, the phone call in the early morning, the drive back, the decision to sell the house, and the fact that his grandmother was completely confused—all of these weighed heavily on him.

He didn't even have time to get a good night's sleep.

Liang Rumeng then suddenly realized what was happening.

What utter nonsense did I just say?

He really didn't stop for a moment.

In front of her, he always truly appeared reliable.

This was the first time she had ever seen Yan Cong cry like this because he was so sad.

It's not that I feel wronged.

It's not about being coquettish.

They really couldn't hold on any longer.

"No, no, no!"

Liang Rumeng hurriedly reached out to wipe his tears.

As she wiped away her tears, her own tears began to fall.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I misspoke."

"You can do it! You can rest!"

"You're not made of iron; if everything were weighing you down, who could withstand it!"

She said a lot.

Yan Cong did not answer.

He just sat there, his eyes still empty.

Liang Rumeng felt uneasy watching this.

She's not very bright.

She couldn't come up with any profound reasoning.

I don't know how to pull Yan Cong out of that lifeless state.

But she knew one thing.

Yan Cong would laugh when he talked to her about those inappropriate things.

Even if it's just for a short while, I'll still smile.

So, Liang Rumeng gritted her teeth and dragged Yan Cong into the room.

"Yan Cong!"

"I need you right now!"

"I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that!"

"You are the most useful!"

The door slammed shut.

Soon, some blush-inducing noises came from inside.

Liang Rumeng didn't think that much about it.

She clumsily stuffed everything she could give into the boy's arms.

As for whether it's useful or not.

It actually works somewhat.

Once a person is grabbed by something more direct and intense, the coldness weighing on their heart will at least be pushed away for a while.

"..."

"Cough cough, this should be a sad moment, so why do I feel like laughing?"

"Add one!"

Liang Rumeng: Emo? Let's finish these two boxes first!

"Hahaha... This is a case of overwhelming force with sheer power."

The comments section finally became much more cheerful.

The backdrop slowly transitioned amidst those blush-inducing humming sounds.

The video didn't come back on until the early morning of the next day.

The curtains were not fully drawn.

A sliver of sunlight peeked through the crack and fell on the floor beside the bed.

Yan Cong sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Liang Rumeng who was still fast asleep.

Her cheeks were still flushed, her hair was messy and scattered on the pillow, and one hand was still outside the blanket.

Yan Cong watched for a while, then bent down and gently kissed her on the cheek.

Then, he slowly got up.

The door opened and then closed gently.

He walked out of the room and into the living room.

That passageway wasn't long.

But as he walked, his pace suddenly slowed down.

The floor tiles in front of me have been replaced by the anti-fall mats that used to cover the living room when I was a child.

At the end of the corridor, his mother squatted down, opened her arms to him, and smiled encouragingly.

"Xiao Yan, come here."

"Slowly stand up and walk towards your mother."

step.

Two steps.

The little child wobbled forward.

Yan Cong now slowly walked down that passageway.

He instinctively opened his arms, but all he caught was the cool morning air.

He maintained that posture for a long time.

She didn't cry.

He didn't say anything.

After a while, he put his hand down, turned around, and went into the kitchen.