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

A soldier from the First Division of the State Security Forces carried a box into the classroom.

"You have one minute to contact your family and explain the situation."

"Then hand over the communication equipment."

Yan Cong suddenly stood up.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

He clutched his pocket as if protecting his lifeblood.

"Control measures are one thing, but confiscating cell phones too?"

"I still have dozens of girls on my phone waiting for me to comfort them!"

"You're cutting off my right to choose a partner!"

"If I fail to produce an heir, can you bear that responsibility?"

The soldier remained expressionless.

Yan Cong was genuinely anxious.

His cell phone was the core tool he used to maintain relationships with hundreds of goddesses.

It also relates to his core business, which cannot be discussed in detail.

No cell phone.

Efficiency will be reduced by at least 90%.

Can this be tolerated?

First row.

Discipline Committee member Li Juefeng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

I disagree.

His tone was cold and hard.

"I have billions of dollars flowing through my account every minute."

"Can you afford the loss if we lose our phones?"

Yan Cong leaned closer to him and whispered:

"Old Li, don't exaggerate so much, it's hard for me to respond."

Li Juefeng glanced at him.

"I'm telling the truth."

Yan Cong fell silent; he decided not to take the bait.

I disagree.

Information Committee member Su Huaying stood up.

Her expression was serious.

"I still have cross-industry orders to process."

"The customers over there are not strictly under Blue Star's jurisdiction."

"Every transaction is related to peace and development between the two worlds."

"Can you take responsibility for this level of diplomatic incident?"

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Yan Cong opened his mouth.

"You guys are all outrageous!"

At the back door.

Entertainment committee member Tong Jingcheng had slipped back at some point.

He raised his hand timidly.

"I can't pay either."

"My new song will be released at midnight tonight."

"Disconnecting from the internet will affect rankings."

With a dark expression, Lu Changming first threw his phone into the box.

Snapped.

"Shut up, all of you!"

"The reasons they give for asking you to hand over your cell phones are getting more and more outrageous."

"To carry on the family line?"

"A multi-billion dollar deal in no time?"

"Cross-border diplomacy?"

"Releasing a new song?"

Lu Changming became increasingly angry as he spoke.

"Can't you come up with a more realistic excuse?"

"hurry up!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hand it all over!"

The soldiers carried the boxes and started collecting them from the first row on the right.

That's the spot near the trash can, and it's also where Lu Ming, the labor committee member, is located.

"Student, please hand it in."

Lu Ming sat with his head down, silent for two seconds, when the box was handed to him.

He finally raised his eyes.

"The cell phones in this class don't need to be collected."

The soldier frowned.

"This is a military order; no one may disobey..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

He saw Lu Ming's face clearly, his whole body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"war……"

Lu Ming looked up.

In that instant, the usually taciturn labor committee member seemed to unleash a sharp edge.

"Do you understand?"

The soldier's Adam's apple bobbed, and his body was ramrod straight.

Upon seeing this, another soldier immediately came over.

"003, what are you doing?"

"This is an order personally given by the division commander, you..."

As he approached, he saw Lu Ming's face clearly.

next second.

He instinctively reached out to salute.

Lu Ming stood up and reached out to press down on his wrist.

"My name is Lu Ming."

Both soldiers were startled at the same time.

They immediately realized that the God of War was trying to conceal his identity.

"Lu Ming."

Soldier No. 003 suppressed his excitement, his voice becoming tense.

"This is Commander Ye's order, we..."

Lu Ming's voice was not loud.

"Tell Ye Long that the confiscation of the communication equipment of Class Nine should be postponed."

I will take responsibility.

The two soldiers exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

The rest of the students in Class 9 also turned to look.

Yan Cong narrowed his eyes.

Ye Chen stopped touching his back door.

Han Li tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

Lin Fan looked up.

Zhuge Wang paused, fanning himself with his feather fan.

Xingyao quietly opened her little notebook.

Lu Ming looked at number 003.

"003, go and report to Commander Ye."

"You should understand how to put it."

Soldier No. 003 took a deep breath and stood at attention.

"clear!"

He turned and quickly left the classroom.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. What was the word that the soldier of the First Division of the State almost shouted?

Mars?

isn't it?

The person her dead father always talked about, the one he used as a comparison, saying things like, "Look how well others are doing..." was right next to her?

"yes!"

Soldier No. 003 saluted sharply, turned around and rushed out of the classroom.

The elite troops of the First Division of the State, known for their strict discipline and efficient actions, stumbled and nearly fell flat on their faces when they stepped out of the back door.

He scrambled away as fast as he could.

The soldier who remained stood with his legs ramrod straight and his back as upright as a javelin.

He stared at Lu Ming, who was sitting next to the trash can, with a fervent look in his eyes, like a fanatic seeing his living faith.

The classroom was deathly silent.

All eyes turned to the back row.

There was shock, there was a gasp of horror, and there was also an understanding of "I knew it".

Lu Changming stood on the podium, his lips twitching wildly.

He felt a burning pain on his face.

isn't it?

I used to use it as an example every day in class, as a positive teaching material to severely criticize these poor students.

He was sitting in his own classroom?

And this guy is also a labor committee member who takes out the trash every day?!

Gu Shanhe walked to Lu Changming's side, patted him heavily on the shoulder, and said in a complicated tone, "Changming, your class... is truly full of hidden talents."

Lu Changming gave a bitter laugh, his expression more like a grimace: "Principal, I didn't expect this either..."

It was almost time for school to let out in the afternoon.

The orange-yellow sunset shone obliquely through the window, casting its light on Ye Chuhao's face.

He lay lazily on the table, squinting as he looked out the window.

At the school gate, a large construction team had already entered in a grand procession, with various heavy machines roaring.

On the playground, the cooking squad of Zhenguo No. 1 Normal School had already set up several large pots, and the aroma of meat dishes wafted into the teaching building on the evening breeze.

Just then.

A series of steady, powerful footsteps echoed from outside the corridor.

Each step felt like it was treading on one's heart, carrying a suffocating aura of bloodlust.

Ye Chen sat down, his face turning deathly pale.

Han Li silently turned his head and looked towards the back door.

The person who appeared at the door was Ye Long, one of the Three Heavenly Kings, a middle-aged man dressed in blood-stained clothes!

"Grass!"

"It really was that old geezer!"

Ye Chen roared inwardly, frantically pulling out the concealment talisman that was now only missing a corner from his robes.

"Damn Desolate Emperor! Don't let me find out who you are!"

"Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble!"

He bit his tongue and recklessly poured his inner energy into the broken talisman.

Ye Chen's heart pounded like a drum. He buried his face in the high pile of books on his desk, muttering to himself, "You can't see me...you can't see me..."