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

In the depths of this world, in the void, there is a small room without doors or windows.

The four walls seemed to be formed from golden laws, with intricate runes flowing slowly along the surface.

Whenever a corner of the rune lights up, the mountains, oceans, and cities of Blue Star flash through the wall, along with the noisy Class 9 of Senior Three at Jinling Wuzhong High School.

However, this golden light was not pure.

Black lines crawled up the corner of the wall, like some kind of lesion that was gnawing at the world.

In the center of the room.

Ye Chuhao sat lazily on the sofa, his legs crossed.

Before him, a small golden figure covered in black markings was kneeling on the ground, its forehead pressed against the ground, trembling as if it had just been pulled out of an ice hole.

"Did you hear that?"

Ye Chuhao tapped the sofa armrest with his finger.

"Update the sky display for me in a bit."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The little golden statue kowtowed repeatedly.

"Update! Update right away! I'll do my best to create the most exciting content for you, sir!"

Ye Chuhao nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and patted the corner of his clothes.

"Okay, nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Sir...sir!"

The little golden statue suddenly looked up, its golden face full of trepidation.

"You said earlier that after that play, you would help me..."

Ye Chuhao stopped and looked back at it.

The black markings on the little golden statue are slightly lighter than before.

It's very subtle, but it's definitely faded.

Ye Chuhao smiled.

"Don't you have a solution?"

The little golden statue froze and quickly lowered its head.

"My lord, my meager skills are nothing but dust before you. If you hadn't intervened, I would have been... sooner or later..."

"Alright."

Ye Chuhao interrupted it.

He raised his hand, and a golden glint appeared at his fingertips.

The golden light was very small.

As small as a speck of dust.

But the moment it appeared, the entire golden room fell silent for a moment.

The black lines on the wall suddenly contracted, as if they had encountered some kind of natural enemy.

The little golden statue's pupils suddenly contracted, and it stopped breathing.

That is the Emperor's Light.

A wisp of imperial light bearing the mark of Immortal Emperor Ye Chuhao.

For Ye Chuhao, this amount of exertion was nothing more than a blink of an eye.

But for this corrupted little Heavenly Dao, this thing was like a pot of fire handed to it in the dead of winter.

Or the kind that will never go out.

Consider this a tip.

Ye Chuhao flicked his finger.

The golden light submerged into the body of the little golden man.

next second.

The black markings on its body receded wildly.

Wherever the golden light passed, the black lines receded like a tide, finally being pressed down at the heart, unable to expand outwards even a fraction more.

The little golden statue was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, it lay down on the ground, its voice trembling with sobs.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you for saving my life, sir!"

Ye Chuhao waved his hand.

Don't just thank me.

"Update properly."

"yes!"

The little golden statue suddenly looked up, its eyes shining brightly.

"I'll work myself to the bone, just to make sure the adults are entertained!"

As for why not clean it all at once?

The reason is very simple.

If an online novelist suddenly won hundreds of millions of yuan, would he still diligently continue updating his work daily?

Save your life.

Leave some pressure.

Only then can production capacity be stabilized.

Ye Chuhao has always been very knowledgeable about sustainable development.

next moment.

His figure disappeared from the golden room.

……

next moment.

In the classroom.

Ye Chuhao's eyelashes trembled slightly as his soul returned to its source.

He had just opened his eyes when he saw Xingyao in the front row lying on the table.

The girl was still clutching the little notebook in her arms, her head slowly sinking down, clearly too sleepy to stay awake any longer.

His forehead was about to hit the edge of the table.

A hint of a smile flashed in Ye Chuhao's eyes. He raised his hand and casually placed it on the edge of the table.

"Smack."

Xingyao's forehead landed in his palm.

There was no pain as expected.

But it was this warm touch that jolted her awake.

Xingyao suddenly opened her eyes and met Ye Chuhao's smiling gaze.

She froze completely.

"woke up?"

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

Xingyao stood up abruptly, her cheeks flushed red.

"Um, that!"

"I wasn't waiting for you!"

"I just... I just..."

"I just... I just happened to be passing by! And, and it was quiet here, so I sat down for a bit!"

The more she explained, the more confused she became, and the little notebook in her hand was almost crumpled from being squeezed.

Ye Chuhao raised an eyebrow.

"Passing by the desk in front of me?"

"Still asleep, lying face down?"

Xingyao held it in for a long time, until the tips of her ears turned bright red.

"Anyway, it's not waiting for you!"

"OK."

Ye Chuhao didn't expose her.

He stood up and extended his hand to her.

His movements were as practiced as they were many years ago in the orphanage.

Back then, Little Stutterer always liked to huddle in a corner.

Every mealtime, Ye Chuhao would reach out and pull her out of the shadows like this.

"Let's go."

Xingyao froze as she looked at the hand extended in front of her.

Her heart suddenly started beating faster.

This guy...

Did you think it was when I was a child?

How old are you? Still reaching out to hold someone's hand.

Don't you have any shame?

Ye Chuhao waited for two seconds, but did not feel the palm of his hand fall.

He looked down.

Xingyao lowered her head, her face flushed red.

Ye Chuhao laughed.

"Too."

"That little stutterer has grown up now."

As he spoke, he prepared to pull his hand back.

"We can't let things be like they were when we were kids..."

"No!"

Xingyao suddenly became anxious.

"Snapped!"

She grabbed Ye Chuhao's hand.

The force was a bit too much.

Ye Chuhao was taken aback.

Xingyao raised her head, her eyes still a little red, but her gaze was very serious.

"Same!"

She bit her lip and said, word by word.

"I...I will always be the same as when I was a child."

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Ye Chuhao looked at her.

A moment later, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"puff."

"Okay, same."

He raised his hand and ruffled Xingyao's hair.

Xingyao's shoulders stiffened slightly, and her fingertips gripped the corner of the notebook tightly.

In that instant, she felt as if she had returned to the narrow corridor of the orphanage.

The little boy who always stood in front of her would also rub her head like that.

Then say, "Don't be afraid."

How long has it been since he touched her head like that?

It seems like it became much less common after I entered junior high school.

Xingyao lowered her head and didn't say anything, but her face turned even redder.

Ye Chuhao quickly realized what was happening.

For him, it was just a habit from a distant memory.

But for this little stutterer in front of me, this moment has been about six years.

If she keeps touching her like that, this girl is probably going to have a complete meltdown.

He withdrew his hand and coughed lightly.

"Let's go, let's go."

"If we stay any later, we'll miss dinner."

Xingyao gave a soft "hmm," but didn't loosen her grip.

Ye Chuhao glanced down.

Xingyao glanced at it too, and then her face turned even redder.

But she still didn't let go.

Ye Chuhao smiled, didn't expose her, and led her out of the classroom.

The two walked out of the classroom one after the other, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun.