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

Lu Changming clutched his chest, his breathing becoming heavier.

He closed his eyes, as if swallowing back all the anger in his body.

He felt that his future potential to become a saintly teacher might not be due to producing some legendary class, but rather simply because he was driven to madness by the lively and energetic students.

"Ye Chuhao".

He gritted his teeth and said.

"The principal wants you to go upstairs."

"oh."

Ye Chuhao slowly got up, walked to the front of the podium, and yawned.

"Principal, what do you need me for?"

Gu Shanhe looked at him.

The boy looked listless and his demeanor was unremarkable.

On the surface, there is indeed nothing unusual about it.

But the more this happened, the more uncertain Gu Shanhe felt.

He said in a deep voice, "Class 9 of Senior Three has now been placed under the highest level of protection."

"Tianmu said, you will all become legends in the future."

"As the class monitor, how well do you know about the situation in your class?"

Ye Chuhao stroked his chin.

"I don't know."

"You'll have to ask someone else about that."

"I usually sleep a lot."

Lu Changming couldn't help but walk over.

"Principal, you don't need to ask this kid."

"I taught him for three years."

"Aside from sleeping all day, there's nothing strange about him."

"If there's one normal loser in the class, it's definitely him."

Gu Shanhe did not respond immediately.

He continued to stare at Ye Chuhao.

"It was mentioned in the sky that Class 9 will have a future Desolate Heavenly Emperor."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The classroom fell silent instantly.

Han Li raised his head.

Ye Chen also stopped studying the escape route.

Yan Cong's eyes lit up.

Xingyao subconsciously clenched the small notebook.

Gu Shanhe said, word by word:

"Ye Chuhao".

"Your class's vice monitor is the Dragon King, so you...?"

Gu Shanhe narrowed his eyes.

"As the class monitor of Class 9, do you really have absolutely nothing to do with this name?"

"headmaster?"

Ye Chuhao stretched and yawned. "I'm the nation's most notorious useless class monitor. You can't possibly suspect me, right?"

Gu Shanhe narrowed his eyes, staring intently at him without saying a word, attempting to use the pressure of a Grandmaster to make him reveal his true colors.

Ye Chuhao remained completely unfazed. "Besides, that Desolate Emperor's surname is Desolate, and mine is Ye! We're completely unrelated, yet you're suspecting me!"

"My heart aches..."

Ye Chuhao clutched his chest, feigning injury.

"Just because I'm useless, does that mean I can't be loved anymore?"

"If you still don't believe me, you can investigate for yourself."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and offered it to Gu Shanhe.

Gu Shanhe also had the same idea.

He remembered the last time he took the martial arts test to enter the school.

Ye Chuhao is the only person in the entire country without meridians!

Correct!

It's not that the meridians are blocked, nor that they are incomplete; it's simply that they don't exist!

Even ordinary people have it, but he doesn't!

This is the only case of its kind in the world!

If the test results show that the meridians are normal, then Ye Chuhao is definitely a prime suspect.

Gu Shanhe placed his hand on Ye Chuhao's hand and channeled his inner energy into it.

"Click..."

The vital energy was blocked outside the body, unable to enter.

Seeing this scene.

Han Li withdrew his gaze.

"It doesn't seem to be him."

Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief and refocused his attention on the running route.

Lu Changming immediately regained his confidence.

"Principal, I told you so."

"I've been teaching this class for so long, I know every single student in my class well."

"If Ye Chuhao were the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, I could have won the national martial arts championship."

Lu Changming was born with most of his meridians blocked, and despite trying every possible method, he could only cultivate to the late stage of martial arts.

These words dispelled the last vestiges of doubt in the class.

Gu Shanhe nodded and withdrew his hand.

"You have a point."

Ye Chuhao chuckled lazily, "I told you I wasn't, right?"

"You don't suspect any of the many strange classmates, but you suspect me?"

"That hygiene monitor keeps playing with silver needles during class..."

"And then there are his patients, the mental health committee members, who keep spouting nonsensical things."

"The security committee member's snakeskin bag makes a constant popping and rattling sound; it's like a magic bag, you can pull out anything."

"Why are you investigating me instead of them?"

Ye Chuhao shook his head, looking like he was a hopeless case.

"Okay, continue..."

Gu Shanhe narrowed his eyes; clearly, there were serious problems among these students.

The students whose names were called twitched at the corners of their mouths.

That damn class monitor!

So you think you're all barefoot and not afraid of those wearing shoes, and you're just going to sell us out?

"And one more thing..."

Ye Chuhao stroked his chin, "That kind of life..."

"Snapped!"

Yan Cong suddenly stood up, rushed onto the podium, and covered Ye Chuhao's mouth with his large hand.

She dragged him down while awkwardly laughing.

"Haha... Headmaster, Headmaster, this kid's talking nonsense, don't believe him!"

At the same time, he winked at his classmates.

Health committee member Lin Fan nodded, "Yes, the class monitor has a history of epilepsy and often asks me to give him acupuncture, saying he feels unwell if he doesn't get a couple of injections."

"Yes, yes, he threw everything into my snakeskin bag..."

"That's right, that's right..."

Gu Shanhe and Lu Changming watched this scene, their lips twitching.

Do these guys really think they're idiots?!

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you."

Gu Shanhe looked at them helplessly, then his eyes sharpened, and he snorted coldly.

"Anyway, the sky behind us has been exposed. Let's see if you bunch of 'useless' can still keep up the act."

The students in the class just smiled awkwardly and didn't reply.

Ye Chuhao also returned to his seat.

He lay on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Xingyao glanced at him secretly.

For some reason, she felt that something was off.

But she couldn't say it.

In an attempt to change the subject, Yan Cong immediately raised his hand.

"headmaster!"

"Now that you've finished asking your questions, can we go home from school?"

Ring ring—

The bell rang just then.

Yan Cong's eyes lit up.

"Look, it's fate!"

Gu Shanhe glanced at the pale blue array light screen outside the window and shook his head.

"I'll follow your instructions."

"what?"

Yan Cong was taken aback.

Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat.

next moment.

A steady, middle-aged male voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Hello everyone."

"I am Ye Long, the commander of the First Division of the State Protection Army."

Ye Chen's body stiffened.

That sound...

Memories of being relentlessly trained by Ye Long when I was a child flooded back.

Early morning weighted running, holding your breath on an icy lake, and real-world combat against a beast tide.

And that phrase he'd heard since he was a child—

"Ye Chen, do it again."

Ye Chen's temple twitched.

not good.

He finally managed to sneak out; he absolutely cannot be caught and brought back.

The broadcast continued.

"Due to special circumstances, in order to ensure the safety of all teachers and students and prevent the infiltration of external forces, Jinling Wuzhong Middle School is temporarily under the management of Zhenguo No. 1 Normal School."

"From now on, all teachers and students will live on campus."

"Duration will continue until the end of the college entrance examination."

"The order has been approved by the Martial Arts Administration."

"The notification to parents will be sent out by the school."

"All courses, exam preparation, food and accommodation are jointly provided by Zhenguo No. 1 Normal School and Jinling Wuzhong School."

The words fell.

The entire Nanjing Wuzhong High School was in an uproar.

Especially in the first and second year high school buildings, resentment seemed to rise straight to the ceiling.

"What?!"

"This whole mess was clearly caused by those old geezers from Class 9 of Senior Three!"

"Why do we have to live on campus too?!"

"I want to go home!"

"My mom's waiting for me to eat!"

"I haven't checked in to the game yet!"

Chaotic footsteps soon echoed down the corridor.

Someone rushed out of the classroom.

next second.

Click.

The sound of stun guns being cocked rang out in unison.

Outside the front and back doors of the Ninth Platoon, stood a soldier from the First Division of the National Defense Army.

He was dressed in a black combat uniform, holding a specially made rifle, with a cold and hard expression.

Immediately afterwards, screams of agony echoed throughout the school.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Don't shock me!"

"I'm going back!"

"I'm not running anymore!"

Yan Cong's lips twitched violently.

"Playing this big?"

"If you didn't know what was going on, you'd think our school was some kind of scam operation."

The broadcast continued.

Ye Long's voice remained steady.

"Please rest assured, students."

"The temporary dormitory building will be expanded within a day and will be large enough to accommodate all the teachers and students."

"All basic living supplies will be supplied by the First Division of the State."

This silenced the protests considerably.

After all, the person who rushed out earlier is still lying on the ground convulsing.

Ye Chen's expression grew increasingly grim.

The school was closed.

住宿。

The First Division of the State took over.

This was practically a scene tailor-made for his arrest.

He looked down at his snakeskin bag and began to seriously consider whether it was possible to escape through the sewers.

The voice on the radio rang out again.

Finally, to prevent information leaks, all teachers, students, and staff members must register and store their communication devices in a unified manner.

"They will be returned after the college entrance examination."

The whole school was in an uproar again.

"what?"

"Teachers accept them too?"

"I have dozens of gigabytes of study materials on my phone!"

"You're cutting off my path to progress!"

"I also need to let my girlfriend know I'm safe!"

Do you have a girlfriend?

"Isn't the online friend I just met suitable?"

The reaction was even stronger in Class 9 of the third year of high school.