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

"well……"

"The plot is as fantastical as a novel."

"That's right, I finally see it clearly... Old Ancestor Yan seems to have been meticulously planned all along!"

Above the sky, the barrage of comments continued to scroll, layer after layer.

The rooftop of Wuzhong Building in Jinling.

Yan Cong sat on the ground, his face still bruised and swollen, but his eyes remained fixed on the light screen.

He didn't speak.

The students in Class 9 were unusually quiet and didn't cause any more trouble.

Just as the chat was buzzing with discussion, Aikun, who hadn't appeared in a long time, suddenly reappeared in the center of the live stream.

This time, however, half of his face was swollen.

"Um?"

"Why are you out here, news anchor?"

"And why is your face swollen?"

Ai Kun rolled his eyes at the camera.

A staff member nearby handed over an ice pack.

He took it, and as soon as he put it on his face, his whole face twitched in pain.

"hiss--"

Aikun's lips twitched in pain, then he glared fiercely at the camera.

"Fuck you!"

"Just now, a hater barged in without saying a word and punched the streamer in the handsome face!"

"Saying the streamer is a jerk, dragging out the pace, and writing filler content that's not interesting at all!"

"puff--"

"There's actually a Warriors streamer in real life now... hahaha."

"Serves you right!"

"It's definitely a bit watery!"

Aikun's face darkened even more.

He applied an ice pack, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally sighed.

"Well, that's what everyone thinks."

"Then, may I dictate the ending of Old Master Yan's first love story?"

"no problem!"

"support."

"It should have been done a long time ago!"

Aikun removed the ice pack and took out the folding fan again.

The folding fan was opened.

The smile returned to his face, but the swollen half of his face somewhat ruined his appearance.

"Alright, before you start telling the story, Baozi, if you have any questions about the previous video, please ask."

"I have."

"Exactly, why was our Ancestor Yan chosen as a pawn by the Heavenly Dao?"

Why didn't He choose someone else?

"I want to ask, how did the Heavenly Dao obtain the video recording of Ancestor Yan's entire life?"

"Was it also unearthed from the tomb of the Holy Teacher?"

"Hmm... I'd like to know, did Old Master Yan and his first love break up later?"

"Have they gotten back together?"

"I want to know, did Grandma recover later?"

"I...I...I..."

Ai Kun raised his folding fan and suppressed the barrage of comments.

"Alright, so as not to take up everyone's time."

"The host will pick out a few key points to answer."

"First, regarding the questions, 'Why did Heaven choose Yan Cong as a pawn?' and 'Why didn't it choose the Dragon King, the God of War, or the Divine Healer?'"

"Right?"

Aikun rested his chin on his hand and smiled.

"As you've surely noticed from the two episodes we revealed earlier!"

"Compared to the Dragon King, the God of War."

"Our Old Ancestor Yan is practically a nobody on the street!"

"Cough cough..."

"The streamer really dares to say that..."

"That makes sense, the Dragon King has his own Dragon King Palace."

"Even the God of War started with a national-level division. Compared to that background, the way Old Ancestor Yan struggled in the mud for a few hundred thousand is indeed a bit..."

Aikun stopped smiling and nodded gently.

"This darling is right."

"The story of our ancestor Yan is not legendary at all."

"It's as real as the life of many ordinary people from the lower classes."

"but……"

"As you may have noticed, everything that Elder Yan went through."

"His parents left when he was young, he had his first love when he was a teenager, his grandmother suffered from Alzheimer's disease, and his background was similar to Liang Rumeng's."

"And then there's Wang Meifen's possession by the Heavenly Dao."

"All of this is man-made."

"Oh no."

"It was tailor-made for Ancestor Yan by the Heavenly Dao."

The comments section slowed down abruptly.

Ai Kun tapped his palm with his folding fan.

"And is there possibly only one such experiment?"

"No, no, no!"

"Perhaps, Heaven selected hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of such people to conduct experiments."

"But why was it that only Old Master Yan was able to hold out until the end?"

Ai Kun paused for a moment.

There is only one answer.

"toughness."

"When he encounters failure, he cries, he feels despair, and he gets frustrated."

"But he never actually lay down."

"If it doesn't work the first time, try again."

"If you lose money, you can earn it back."

"If the road is blocked, just smash it with a hammer."

"What Heaven needs are people who can push their way out from the cracks in the rocks."

"The God of War and the Dragon King are like old trees with new branches."

"And Old Master Yan is like a bamboo shoot emerging from the mud."

"Sigh...yeah!"

"That's the difference between first-generation entrepreneurs and second-generation rich kids."

Aikun turned his folding fan and changed the subject again.

"alright."

"As for how the Heavenly Dao video came about..."

As he said this, his expression turned strange.

"It's strange, actually. We didn't originally intend to talk about Old Master Yan."

"But when we unearthed what Elder Yan had given to the Holy Master—"

"Damn it!"

"That video was directly uploaded to our backend server!"

"As you all know, we're now cooperating with the Chinese government on the backend for our live streams. It's incredibly powerful and heavily guarded."

"But this thing just appeared so fresh and clean!"

"What the hell could this be if it weren't for the intervention of Heaven itself?!"

"After an emergency meeting, we decided to reveal the identity of Master Yan ahead of schedule."

Ai Kun's smile slowly faded.

"and……"

"Starting with the episode featuring Master Yan, we began to learn about the war that led to the downfall of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"

"Alright! Tell me quickly!"

"The rest of the questions don't need explanation!"

"I want to hear the story! I want to know what that war was like!"

"Quick! I want to know who the enemy who harmed our ancestors is!"

The live chat exploded with comments.

Ai Kun chuckled as he looked at the screen full of urging messages.

next second.

The folding fan opened with a whoosh.

"Based on the previous video."

"We understand now. Under the special targeting of Heaven, our Ancestor Yan is under immense pressure from all sides."

"Later, Heaven took advantage of Mengbao's self-loathing to deliver the final blow to Ancestor Yan."

"What happens next?"

"Without a doubt."

The next day, Old Master Yan coldly sent his first love home.

Behind Ai Kun, the projector lit up.

The country roads were cold in the early morning.

Yan Cong rode his electric scooter, with Liang Rumeng sitting in the back.

This time.

He didn't stop when he passed the convenience store.

Liang Rumeng lowered her head, her hair hanging down, covering most of her face.

She cried very hard.

But she bit the back of her hand, not daring to make a sound.

The wind blew the ends of her hair.

Yan Cong gripped the handlebars, his back ramrod straight.

He didn't turn around.

It's not that I don't want to turn back.

I'm afraid that if I turn back, I won't be able to harden my heart anymore.

On the projection screen, the electric scooter stopped at the entrance of town.

Wang Meifen stood by the roadside, still holding her phone in her hand.

Yan Cong glanced at her.

After that, he said nothing, simply put Liang Rumeng down, turned the car around, and drove away.

Liang Rumeng stood still.

She watched that figure walk further and further away.

She only squatted down and buried her face in her knees after the electric scooter's taillights disappeared around the street corner.