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

In the classroom.

Lu Changming's eyes widened.

His expression was initially one of surprise,

"I?"

"Am I dead?"

"Is that my grave?"

He then became excited, exclaiming, "Later generations will call me a holy teacher?!"

"Am I destined for eternal fame?!"

"OK!"

But once he realized what was happening, his excitement immediately subsided. "Damn it, those bastards from later generations are digging up my grave?!"

"puff……"

Laughter could be heard coming from the classroom.

"Who?!"

Lu Changming swept his gaze across the room, then glared fiercely at everyone present.

"Hey you little punk, come out here!"

Immediately, everyone stifled their laughter and behaved like obedient children.

Unable to find a outlet for his frustration, Lu Changming could only snort coldly and look back at the sky.

Ye Chuhao leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the man's back.

Holy Master?

Old Lu did quite well afterward.

wrong.

The graves have all been dug up.

It seems that his success has been limited.

On the sky, Ai Kun continued.

"Everyone has surely heard of the name 'Holy Master'."

"He's not most famous for how many fights he's been in, but for the class he taught."

"The legendary mythical class."

"Jinling Martial Arts High School, Class 9, Grade 12".

"Dragon King, God of War, Divine Healer, Desolate Emperor..."

"These ruthless people who were later written into history books, legends, and even into the ancient martial arts quotes that elementary school students had to memorize were all students in that class."

"But here's the problem."

"How exactly did they grow up?"

"What exactly did the Holy Master teach?"

Why did martial arts civilization suddenly experience a break in its development during its peak five thousand years ago?

"These things are almost entirely blank in history books."

Aikun took a deep breath.

"And today, we may be getting close to the truth for the first time."

The classroom fell silent again.

Everyone in Class 9 looked at the class sign at the door at the same time.

Class 9, Grade 12.

That's right.

It's them.

Lu Changming slowly turned around.

He looked at the group of students whose blood and qi tests usually didn't even break the hundred-digit mark, and his lips moved for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

On the right side of the screen, the comments section was already flooded with messages.

[Brother Kun, don't scare me! Did we really dig up the tomb of the Holy Master?]

[Did the mythical class described in history books actually exist?]

[Tsk tsk tsk, a class that produced a Dragon King, a War God, a Divine Healer... and even that Desolate Heavenly Emperor, this homeroom teacher's ancestors must have been blessed with extraordinary good fortune.]

[Please watch your wording, upstairs. Kun is digging up someone's grave right now.]

[Hahahaha, would the Holy Master himself be furious if he knew?]

[Unofficial history says the sage teacher won effortlessly, with his students carrying him to victory.]

[Confirmed to be a "couch potato" (someone who wins without effort).]

[Stop making baseless accusations. Putting a bunch of monsters in one class for three years is absurd enough, okay?]

[Hurry up and go in, I want to see the Dragon King.]

The three-year period has ended; welcome back the Dragon King!

[The part about the God of War is also outrageous. He joined the army at sixteen and became a god at eighteen, with the history books skipping over two years in between.]

[And what exactly is this Three Realms Chat Group?]

[The Desolate Heavenly Emperor is the most mysterious, okay?]

[Who claims to be invincible, who dares to say they are undefeated? I've memorized this incomplete sentence to this day, but I still don't know who said it.]

I am the Heavenly Emperor, and I shall suppress all enemies in the world.

[Host, dig as deep as you can!]

The barrage of comments was so dense it covered half the sky.

Ai Kun quickly waved his hand.

"Don't worry, my darlings, really don't worry."

"The situation inside the tomb is quite complicated, and we cannot continue the live stream inside for the time being."

"But I promise that I will start broadcasting as soon as there is a new discovery."

"Next, I will present the evidence I have gathered to everyone, bit by bit."

"We will uncover the truth behind that mythical class from five thousand years ago, one by one."

"Stay tuned for the first legendary figure to be revealed."

Snapped.

The celestial display cut off.

But it did not disappear.

The enormous black curtain still hung in the sky, like a wound that would never close, hovering above everyone's heads.

The classroom was silent for a full three seconds.

Finally, Lu Changming spoke first.

He looked around the class, his lips opening and closing several times before he finally managed to utter a sound.

"Me, the Holy Master?"

He pointed to his own nose.

"Me, a lazy winner?"

He then pointed to the audience below the stage.

"You, Dragon King."

"You, Gods of War."

"You are legendary figures."

Lu Changming chuckled.

That laughter sounded worse than crying.

"I knew it! How could there be a class that consistently ranked last for three whole years, unable to even beat the fighting pigs raised by the sports school next door?"

He tossed the report card into the air.

The pages fluttered and flew everywhere.

"So you guys aren't trash after all."

"You are all true dragons."

"I'm the only useless one, right?"

No one in the class dared to speak.

The vice class monitor looked down and flipped through a book.

He didn't even notice that the book was upside down.

The health committee member silently tucked the silver needles back into his sleeve.

The sports committee member pulled up his collar to cover the talisman stuck to his body.

The information officer looked down at his phone, pressed it twice, and then immediately covered the screen.

The student counselor slumped back onto the table, muttering to herself.

Ye Chuhao leaned back in his chair, his arm draped over the edge of the table, watching all of this with a lazy air.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor?

Could this be referring to him?

I think so.

After all, he had indeed used that title before.

I really look forward to seeing the expressions on these sixth-graders' faces when they discover their true identities.

Isn't this much more interesting than blocking the Red-Haired Monster's spring?

Ye Chuhao propped up his textbook, covering half of his face.

Lu Changming picked up the ruler and slammed it on the podium.

"Who?"

"Who is the Dragon King?"

The deputy squad leader turned his head and looked out the window.

Who is the God of War?

The labor committee member silently put away the tiger tally he had been playing with in his palm, without saying a word.

Who is the miracle doctor?

The health monitor stiffened for a moment, then lowered his head to organize his textbooks, doing so with great care.

Lu Changming's eyes flickered.

"And that Desolate Heavenly Emperor."

The ruler pointed to the last row.

"The one that sounds the most awesome!"

"Step forward."

Ye Chuhao silently raised his textbook two centimeters higher.

Xingyao, who was sitting next to her deskmate, suddenly turned her head and looked at the piece of chalk lying quietly on her desk.

She just saw it; the piece of chalk suddenly turned in mid-air!

It was as if I was repelled by an invisible aura!

She then looked at Ye Chuhao.

Ye Chuhao put down his book and winked at her.

Why are you looking at me?

"I'm the nation's most notorious useless class monitor!"

"Give it...give it back to me!"

Xingyao stared at him for two seconds, pouting, and took back the notebook that he had just taken away.

Lu Changming continued calling out names.

"Nobody's admitting it, is that it?"

"OK."

He straightened his tie and gripped the ruler tightly.

"I'll ask them one by one today."

"Start with the class monitor."

The entire class immediately made way for each other.

Ye Chuhao: "..."

No.

You guys are so good at selling the class monitor.

Just as Ye Chuhao was about to use a little bit of the Great Oblivion Power to erase the world's memories of what had just happened, the darkness in the sky suddenly lit up again.

Ai Kun's image popped up again.

He had clearly just come out of the tomb; his hair was still covered in ash, but he couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

"Family members!"

"Broadcast interruption, emergency broadcast interruption."

"I know I said goodbye for now, but I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't release this."

He reached into the sealed bag and pulled out a tattered booklet.

The cover had a line of ancient characters written on it.

Student Files of Class 9, Grade 12, Jinling Martial Arts High School

Aikun carefully turned to the first page.

The camera zooms in.

The ink on the name field has faded, but the handwriting is still legible.

[Host, what does it say up there?]

I can't understand the Chinese characters in Gu Long's novels.

[Is there anyone who can translate this?]

[I'm a student majoring in ancient Chinese script studies; this seems to be part of my student file.]

Holy crap, is it really from that class?

Aikun nodded vigorously.

"That's right."

"This darling is right."

"What I'm holding in my hand right now is the student file of Class 9, Grade 12 at Jinling Martial Arts High School."

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"The name recorded at number one is Long Aotian!"

The live chat exploded instantly.

[Long Aotian?]

This name sounds extraordinary.

Could it be the Dragon King?

[It's definitely the Dragon King.]

The three-year period has ended; welcome back the Dragon King!

[Stop refreshing, I already have the thought in my head.]

[Is the Dragon King's real name Long Aotian? Absolutely!]

[Host, tell us quickly, is he really the Dragon King?]

Aikun took a deep breath, trying hard not to smile too obviously.

"Our team just did a preliminary comparison."

There is a 90% chance that the name Long Aotian corresponds to the Dragon King in later legends.

The comments section went even crazier.

[Welcome back to the Dragon King!]

[Welcome back to the Dragon King!]

[Welcome back to the Dragon King!]

So what exactly is this three-year period?

Why is he called the Dragon King?

[Don't keep me in suspense, I'll send you a gift.]

You will suffer retribution if you break your sword here.

Aikun quickly took half a step back.

"Guys, there's too much information, so I really can't say anything carelessly right now."

"At most one day."

"I have compiled relevant information about this Dragon King."

"In the next live stream, we'll unveil the legendary life of Long Aotian, who is suspected to be the Dragon King."

"Click the appointment button in the top left corner."

"See you there, my darlings!"

[I've made an appointment.]

You'd better actually have something.

[You have no heart, streamer.]

[One day? I want to see it now!]

The video suddenly cut off.

The black curtain hung in the sky once again.

Everyone looked at the vice class monitor, Long Aotian.

His body suddenly stiffened.

Her fingers slid down her hand discreetly, trying to take off the ring.

Lu Changming stood in front of Ye Chuhao's desk, still holding the ruler in his hand.

He turned his head to look at Long Aotian, then recalled the enlarged student files on the sky screen.

His expression was complex.

It was as if he wanted to laugh, but also as if he wanted to curse.

In the end, he said nothing.

Ye Chuhao leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on Long Aotian's back for a moment.

The corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile.

Is my vice class monitor the Dragon King?

Wow.

This emperor hasn't found this interesting in a long time.

Move the small stools.

Get ready to watch the drama unfold.