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

The remaining talisman ignited with a faint light, rapidly traveling along his meridians.

In less than a second, his once handsome facial bones emitted a faint cracking sound as his features dislocated and rearranged.

Even the unique bloodline aura belonging to the Ye family was tightly sealed under an ordinary body.

The once fearless Young Master Ye is now like a mouse hiding from a cat.

Fortunately.

After Ye Long stepped into the classroom, his gaze did not linger on anyone else.

He strode over to the trash can, looked at the taciturn boy, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Snapped!"

Ye Long slapped Lu Ming hard on the shoulder and burst out laughing.

"Good lad!"

"You suddenly disappeared for a year! We searched the North from top to bottom but couldn't find you. Turns out you were hiding in this nook and cranny!"

A flicker of lingering fear crossed Ye Long's eyes: "If you hadn't left a message before you left, I would have thought you'd been assassinated by those horned beasts!"

Lu Ming raised his head, a helpless smile appearing on his usually cold and hard face: "Commander... I'm sorry to have worried you."

"Hey! Why are we talking about this between us?"

Ye Long grabbed Lu Ming's shoulder and forcefully pulled him up: "Come on! Let's catch up!"

Ye Chen, hiding behind a pile of books, peeked out with one eye and watched this scene, his lips twitching wildly.

"Good heavens..."

"Who is his real son anyway?!"

"I've been running away for three years, and he hasn't sent anyone to look for me even once!"

Yan Cong sat beside him, his eyes wide like copper bells, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"Holy crap!"

"The labor committee member who's usually so quiet you could barely utter a word, is actually...!"

He quickly covered his mouth before he could finish speaking.

Ye Long put his arm around Lu Ming and walked out of the classroom laughing.

The soldier who remained took a deep breath, walked to the podium, and announced loudly, "Students, please proceed to the parade ground for dinner in an orderly fashion, under my guidance!"

"call--!"

The long-suppressed cheers of Class 9 erupted instantly.

Forget about war gods or celestial beings, making rice is a high school student's top priority!

"Charge!"

Ye Chen was the first to spring up from his seat and rush towards the back door like a gust of wind.

Yan Cong was taken aback.

Whenever this kid goes to the cafeteria, he always drags me along.

How dare you sneak out and eat all by yourself today?!

How can we tolerate this?!

Yan Cong immediately took off chasing after him, yelling at the top of his lungs at the retreating figure in the corridor:

"Ye Chen!! You son of a bitch!! Wait for your dad!!"

That shout, full of energy, echoed throughout the corridor.

In front.

Ye Long, who had already walked more than ten meters away, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned around abruptly.

Ye Chen, who had just rushed out of the classroom, froze instantly.

"Damn it... Yan Cong, I'll fuck your ancestors..."

Ye Chen felt like he was coughing up blood in his heart, and the air in the corridor instantly froze.

Ye Long's hawk-like gaze fell on his face.

But all he could see was an extremely ordinary, unfamiliar face, and his breath was pitifully weak.

Ye Chen's body stiffened, cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he even stopped breathing.

"Same name?"

Ye Long frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"That little brat better not let me catch him."

"Otherwise, if I don't train you to death, I'm not called Ye Long!"

Lu Ming coughed lightly beside him: "Commander, let's go."

Ye Long then withdrew his gaze, snorted coldly, and turned to continue walking forward.

"call……"

Only after that terrifying pressure completely disappeared did Ye Chen exhale a long breath, feeling as if he had just escaped death.

"Son! Why are you running so fast? You didn't even wait for your dad!"

Yan Cong caught up from behind and grabbed Ye Chen's neck.

"Bang!"

Without saying a word, Ye Chen turned around and delivered a vicious punch, which landed squarely on Yan Cong's stomach.

"cough--!"

Yan Cong's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He clutched his stomach, half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath in pain: "Ye Chen! You motherfucker... why did you kill me?!"

"what?"

Ye Chen sneered, raising his fist the size of a sandbag as he approached: "You almost got me caught and skinned alive, why are you blaming me?!"

"When did I hurt...?"

Yan Cong clutched his stomach, looked up, and saw the face in front of him.

"no?"

"Hey bro, who are you?"

"Who am I?"

Ye Chen grinned maliciously, cracking his knuckles. "Come on, let your father remind you!"

That tone, that posture—it's definitely that bastard Ye Chen, no doubt about it.

Why did he pretend?

Why did he say I harmed him?

Suddenly, Yan Cong recalled the boasts Ye Chen had made to him before.

"My dad is a pervert. He tortures me inhuman ways every day. I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away."

He used to think Ye Chen was just bragging.

But now... after the sky was exposed, there isn't a single normal person in Class 9.

Yan Cong glanced at Ye Long's back at the end of the corridor, then at Ye Chen in front of him whose face had changed, and swallowed hard.

"That man in the blood-stained clothes...that's you..."

What do you think?

Ye Chen grinned maliciously, cracking his knuckles.

"Awooo! Murder!"

Yan Cong scrambled to his feet and ran away.

"Yan Cong! You must die here today!"

Ye Chen roared and chased after him.

The two engaged in a chaotic chase down the corridor.

In the classroom.

Led by the soldiers, the students proceeded to the playground in an orderly manner.

The noise gradually faded away, and only two people remained in the large classroom.

Xingyao, clutching her little notebook, had just stood up when she caught a glimpse of Ye Chuhao, who remained motionless, and stopped in her tracks.

She bit her lower lip, hesitated, then sat back down, her fingers nervously gripping the edge of the notebook. Mustering her courage, she spoke softly:

"Um... class monitor, are you going to... go have dinner?"

"Um."

Ye Chuhao remained slumped over the table, his eyes half-closed, and said lazily, "Go eat, I'm not hungry."

"That won't do!"

In her haste, Xingyao even stopped stammering: "My stomach will hurt if I don't eat!"

"Um?"

Ye Chuhao turned his head, his tone becoming more serious.

"Why do you care so much? Just go when I tell you to. If you bother me again, I'll snatch your notebook and burn it."

"You...you!"

Xingyao's eyes instantly reddened.

She clutched the notebook tightly to her chest, stood up angrily, and said, "Hmph! Who cares about you! Let you starve!"

She turned and walked towards the door.

As she reached the door, she couldn't help but look back.

But Ye Chuhao didn't even look at her.

He simply rested his chin on his hand quietly, his gaze passing over the window and looking towards the school gate.

There, parents who were kept outside by Zhenguo No. 1 Normal School were anxiously talking to their students inside through the railing, handing them clothes, their eyes full of concern and reluctance.

Xingyao bit her lip and disappeared outside the door.

The classroom fell completely silent.

Looking at the touching scene of reunion outside the window, Ye Chuhao's languidness gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of loneliness.

He was an orphan.

Even after achieving the status of an Immortal Emperor and being reborn, he still has no blood relatives on this blue planet.

No one would wait for him at the school gate, and no one would hand him a jacket through the fence.

"Really..."

Ye Chuhao sighed softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips: "I'm getting old, I can't stand these sentimental scenes."

"Let's urge Xiaotiandao again to hurry up and update the next scene."

Just as Ye Chuhao was once again lost in thought...

A furry head peeked out from the back door.

With red eyes, Xingyao tiptoed back.

Like a kitten afraid of disturbing its owner, she quietly walked to the seat in front of Ye Chuhao and sat down.

Following Ye Chuhao's gaze, she glanced at the bustling crowd outside the window, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes.

Others may not know, but she does.

They came from the same orphanage.

When she first arrived in this strange world, she was timid, fearful, and helpless. It was this seemingly carefree little kid who always stood in front of her to protect her.

Even though her soul was older than his, he managed to protect her and make her look like a child bride.

"It hasn't changed at all."

Xingyao sighed silently in her heart.

She knew that this seemingly indifferent young man felt sad every time he saw other families reunited.

Xingyao didn't turn her head, but instead lay on the table and murmured softly in a voice only she could hear:

"You are not alone..."

"I will always be with you."