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

A virtual screen appeared in front of Luo Ji.

He flipped through the book with one hand and clicked rapidly on the screen with the other.

One key after another was verified.

The energy patterns on the outer side of the ship's hull were completely connected.

Luo Ji looked up at the people on the rooftop.

"Everyone, strive to complete the rescue within three hours."

"That bag!"

Yan Cong grinned and pulled out a sledgehammer.

Luo Feng's fighting spirit intensified.

"Finally, we can play big games."

"Ugh."

Zhuge Wang also tossed a copper coin, then caught it in one swift motion.

"There's a ton of trouble."

"Little one, take a nice bath and wait for me to come back!"

At the last moment, Yan Cong raised his hammer at Su Xiaoxiao and laughed.

Su Xiaoxiao clenched her hands, her eyes filled with worry, and called out.

"Okay, be careful!"

Yan Cong nodded with a smile.

next second.

"Whoosh—"

A beam of light fell from the aircraft carrier.

On the roof of the laboratory building, the figures of all the students from Class 9 disappeared at the same time.

"Buzz—"

A low rumble came from the sky again.

The space folds inward.

The colossal structure that blocked out the sunlight of Nanjing vanished from everyone's sight.

The sunlight shone down again.

On the playground, the students were still looking up, their mouths agape.

Looking at the empty sky, Lu Changming tightened his grip on the ruler.

a long time.

He walked down from the platform with a dark expression.

"Those brats..."

"Now, people don't even ask for leave when they go out."

He took two steps, then stopped.

"After you come back, each of you will have to write a 1,000-word self-criticism."

"Ye Chuhao, two thousand."

Inside the aircraft carrier, beams of light spread out.

The students from Class 9 appeared on the spacious metal deck.

Wow!

Yan Cong had just stood still when his eyes widened in surprise.

In the distance, rows of folding mechs were parked in their fixed bays.

The robotic arm dangled from the top, replacing the energy cores of several mechs.

Further away, there are clusters of honeycomb-shaped launch bays.

In each of the cargo bays, a fist-sized, silver-white drone was quietly parked.

Large areas along the edge of the ship's hull lack guardrails.

Instead, a transparent protective shield was installed.

Nanjing was no longer visible outside the protective shield.

The clouds were also not visible.

Only large swirling currents of mixed colors swept wildly past the sides of the ship.

Blue, purple, silver, and black light bands intertwined and scattered into tiny light spots after hitting the protective shield.

Yan Cong stared, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He touched this and touched that.

"Holy crap."

"Holy crap."

"Luo Ji, you little brat, you actually have such a treasure hidden away!"

"That feels great!"

"Hehehe!"

Xiao Ai stood on Luo Ji's shoulder, hands on her hips, laughing wildly.

"You second-class citizens, have you seen the magnificent creation of our Lord?"

"Why aren't you bowing in reverence yet—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Yan Cong swung the sledgehammer and smashed it down.

"Splat—"

The sledgehammer flew past Luo Ji's ear and slammed Xiao Ai into the metal wall next to him.

Xiao Ai's body instantly turned into a messy clump of black hair.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

"Those despicable second-class citizens..."

"Um?"

Yan Cong carried the sledgehammer to the wall.

"I didn't care that you used to call me a second-class citizen."

"Now I am a celestial being."

"What should you call me?"

"Pah!"

Xiao Ai's hair twisted against the wall.

"They'll be called second-class citizens!"

"Oh my, that little brat's pretty arrogant!"

Yan Cong raised the sledgehammer.

Xiao Ai's hair immediately shrank back a bit.

One person and one technological creation started chasing each other in a corner of the deck.

Luo Ji didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to flip through the book.

Ye Chuhao sat on a suspended seat at the edge of the deck, holding Xingyao in his arms.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed Xingyao's face.

The girl was a little dazed from the teleportation, her cheeks were soft, and he was rubbing them so much that she couldn't speak very clearly.

"young married woman."

Ye Chuhao turned his head to look at her.

"Did we forget to ask Lao Lu for leave?"

"Mmm..."

Xingyao struggled to lift her face from under his palm.

"The class teacher shouldn't blame us."

"If he... he dares to insult the class monitor."

"I... I'll help the class monitor yell back."

Ye Chuhao laughed.

The reply, however, completely missed the point.

"Too."

"Old Lu is a grown man, he shouldn't cry over such a small thing."

Xingyao nodded seriously.

Then I added a sentence to my diary.

The class monitor led the entire class on a day off from training without asking for leave.

If the homeroom teacher scolds the class monitor, I will protect the class monitor.

If the homeroom teacher cries, well, let's leave it to the class monitor to handle.

Ye Chuhao glanced at it and reached out to close the page.

Xingyao immediately hugged the diary tightly, cautiously hiding it in her bosom.

"arrive."

Just then.

Luo Ji calmly turned a page of his book and spoke up to remind him.

The ship shook.

The turbulence outside the protective shield quickly subsided.

The transparent dome slowly opened a crack.

A cold draft rushed in, and the temperature dropped sharply.

A snowflake fell and gently landed on Yan Cong's nose.

Yan Cong was pulling the small piece of Ai wrapped around his face down when he felt the cold and subconsciously glanced down.

Then, he froze.

"This isn't right."

He leaned over the edge of the deck, his brow furrowed.

"This isn't North America, is it?"

Below, there was a snowfield that was all too familiar to me.

The cold wind, carrying snow, pressed in from the ends of the earth.

The Great Wall stretches across the snow-covered plains, like a silent iron wire separating the area inside and outside the pass.

Within the border region, battle flags flutter in the wind.

A million soldiers of the Zhenguo Army were displayed in the snow.

On the high platform.

A figure in military uniform bowed his head to a million soldiers.

The man had a knife hanging from his waist.

His back was straight.

If it's not Lu Ming, then who is it?

Yan Cong carried Xiao Ai to the edge of the deck.

"Luo Ji, aren't we going to North America to rescue Old Dragon?"

Ye Chen also raised an eyebrow.

"Luo Ji"

"Did you use the wrong navigation?"

Luo Ji closed the book, his tone remaining calm.

"That's right."

He looked down at the Wall in the north.

"The class monitor said so."

"Not a single one can be missing."

Let's rewind to 15 minutes ago.

Beyond the Great Wall in the north, snowstorms swept across the wilderness.

Snowflakes pelted the city wall horizontally, causing the flags to flutter loudly.

Behind the city wall, a million Zhenguo soldiers stood in formation.

They wore blood-stained armor, held standard-issue weapons, and the snow beneath their feet was already up to their boots.

But no one moved.

No one bent down.

Everyone looked up at the high platform above the Great Wall.

The wind and snow fell on their shoulders, quickly turning into a layer of white frost.

They stood ramrod straight.

At this moment, no one complained about the cold.

On the high platform, hundreds of officers were already lined up in two rows.

Zheng Qiang stood at the very front.

These people present were all Northern generals who survived the Blood Fox scourge years ago.

Their gazes pierced through the swirling snow and fell upon the inner side of the Great Wall.

There, a figure was walking through the snow.