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

"I can't believe my eyes, can I?"

[My writing reflects my own perspective]:

"Is...is this even something a human could do?"

【Aunt Zhu with a Passionate Spirit】:

"Gulp..."

"Ancestor Yan...hehe...Ancestor Yan..."

"what……"

"..."

"No, the person upstairs, please tone it down!"

"What's there to restrain?"

"Didn't you all doubt our Ancestor Yan's peak combat power before?"

"Heh, why aren't you barking anymore?"

"That waist...that **, *gulp*...If I could time travel, I'd definitely taste the flavor of my ancestors!"

"..."

The image on the screen went dark.

On the rooftop of Jinling Wuzhong Building, no one spoke immediately.

Those two video clips just now really hit everyone's moral compass with a ton of bricks.

Especially boys.

Each person had a stiff expression and empty eyes. They looked down at themselves and then looked up at the sky.

Finally, he silently shut up.

The sky lit up again.

Ai Kun's figure appeared.

He almost lost his composure watching the chaotic scene in the live stream and tapped the camera with his folding fan.

"Ahem!"

"Oh, the drooling baby and the questioning baby have snapped out of it!"

"Master, is this...is this real?"

Some viewers still didn't believe it.

Those two videos were no longer just challenging people's values.

That's like rubbing their values ​​into the ground and then stuffing them back into their heads.

Ai Kun shrugged.

"That must be true!"

"How could a video personally recorded by Heaven be faked?"

"..."

A large number of male viewers fell silent.

Aikun continued to comfort her.

"Alright, alright, not everyone is this awesome."

"You could say that Old Master Yan's legendary life was all built on this... well... 'special ability'!"

"Let's not compare ourselves to monsters, okay?"

"I know……"

"But damn it, it's just that this feeling of envy and jealousy is really unsettling!"

"Stop being envious!"

Ai Kun rolled his eyes at the screen.

"You think it's a good thing that your second brother is awesome?"

"Huh... what does that mean?"

The comments section suddenly stopped.

Just by hearing that, you know there's more to it than meets the eye.

This is exactly the reaction Ai Kun wanted.

He quickly unfolded the folding fan.

"We just witnessed firsthand how Elder Yan trained himself in martial arts!"

"With so many people in our live streams, even Aunt Hao can't resist them all."

"How long can that mere Granny Huang hold out?"

Ai Kun's figure dispersed.

The projector flashed through segments of images rapidly.

In the twilight square, the music vibrated so loudly it made the paving stones tingle.

Yan Cong stood at the edge of the crowd, wearing a faded short-sleeved shirt and holding two bottles of mineral water.

Grandma Huang got tired of square dancing and just sat down to the side.

next second.

Yan Cong "casually" began to demonstrate his amazing skill of spinning a hula hoop while suspended in mid-air.

The square dancing group has stopped.

Aunt Huang also stopped.

The way she looked at Yan Cong gradually became strange.

Everything in the picture.

At the sausage stand, a customer was banging on the stall cart and cursing.

Aunt Huang turned pale from the scolding, but still managed a forced smile.

Yan Cong placed the clamps on the iron plate.

"Don't buy it if you can't afford it."

"Three grilled sausages for six yuan, and you expect them to taste like demon king meat?"

"Come on, tell me, which bastard taught you to haggle like that?"

The customer was so angry he turned red in the face and left cursing.

Aunt Huang sat behind the stall, watching Yan Cong's back.

His eyes looked even more spiky.

Further on.

The screen went black.

The sound of the bed board groaning under the weight came from inside the room.

The sky seemed to be bathed in a thick layer of holy light by some force.

All that remained was a swaying shadow and a hand gripping the sheet tightly.

Moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the window.

The camera lingered on Yan Cong's face.

The camera didn't zoom in.

It only landed on Yan Cong's face.

He kept his eyes open and gritted his teeth.

There was no allure in their eyes, only numbness.

Tears streamed down her cheeks without making a sound.

That face was written all over it.

Bear the burden of humiliation.

"vomit……"

"...Emoji (thumbs up!)"

"Master Yan is quite a character!"

"Master Yan is quite a character!"

"Master Yan is quite a character!"

……

The comments scrolled by in rows.

reality.

The rooftop of Wuzhong Building in Jinling.

Ye Chen's face was contorted.

He looked at Yan Cong, raised his hand, and wanted to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him.

But the hand, which was halfway out, suddenly retracted.

The movements were clean and efficient, carrying a sense of awe towards the unknown source of pollution.

"..."

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

Wherever his gaze swept, the people there would shrink in a circle.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

They admired Yan Cong.

I truly admire you.

But it is truly disgusting.

"Squeak—"

The door to the rooftop room was pushed open.

Su Xiaoxiao supported herself on her knees, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

She looked up at Yan Cong.

Yan Cong was stunned.

next second.

Su Xiaoxiao rushed towards him.

Yan Cong instinctively wanted to dodge.

It's not that I don't want to hug her.

After that scene was broadcast, he himself felt disgusted with himself.

"Yan Cong!!!"

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes filled with tears, and she cried out.

"If you dare to dodge, I'll charge straight down!!!"

Yan Cong then realized what was happening.

This is the rooftop.

There was no railing behind her.

If a martial artist like Su Xiaoxiao fell from a height of twenty or thirty meters, she would either die or break several bones.

Yan Cong stepped in front of her and opened his arms.

The girl bumped into his arms.

She clutched his clothes, her shoulders trembling as she cried.

"I don't care what you were like before!"

"You are you!"

"You're the hero who pulled me out of hell!"

Even if the whole world despises you, I will never!

Yan Cong stood frozen in place.

He wanted to reach out and touch her head.

The hand stopped in mid-air.

A sentence was stuck in my throat.

If you knew, I saved you initially just because of a system task.

Would you still say that?

I couldn't bring myself to ask that question.

Finally, he simply lowered his head and hugged Su Xiaoxiao a little tighter.