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

Ye Chen's lips twitched.

He looked down at Yan Cong, who was hiding behind him and whose legs were still shaking violently, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

Goodness...

I thought I had been mean enough.

As a result, the group in Class 9 didn't treat Yan Cong like a human being at all.

They're treating him like a Japanese dog!

The global broadcast is still running.

Luo Ji's silvery-white spheres still hovered in the sky above the various cities.

The camera was originally replaying the battlefield of Fallen God Abyss, but Xiao Ai noticed something interesting happening on the playground and switched the camera over.

【Thousand Maple Nights of Joy】：

"Funny, hehe!"

"I can smell the carnage."

[Qingyuemu]: "Those people in Class 9 are real beasts."

[Please use a nickname]: "A beast may be a beast, but I love watching it."

Long Aotian cleared his throat, pretending to be very concerned.

"Old Yan."

"Your first love isn't coming anytime soon."

"If you have any unpleasant secrets you're afraid to face, tell your brothers."

"We'll help you quickly come up with a solution."

"Don't you want to see her?"

"That's right, that's right."

The students in Class 9 all nodded in agreement.

Each of them had a serious expression, as if they were holding a war meeting.

Liang Rumeng stood in the middle of the crowd, her fingertips tightly gripping the talisman.

She watched Yan Cong's retreating figure, biting her lip until it bled slightly.

"Why wouldn't you want to?"

Yan Cong's voice suddenly lowered considerably.

"I dream of seeing her."

He chuckled, but the laugh was bitter.

"only……"

"So many years have passed."

"I've had in-depth exchanges with so many heavyweight players."

"I feel dirty myself."

The smiles on the faces of the students in Class 9 faded somewhat.

No one responded.

Yan Cong is usually sarcastic, loves to show off his wealth, and often carries a sledgehammer to smash people.

But at this moment, he lowered his head and his shoulders slumped slightly.

The child who had been chased and beaten by life for many years has reappeared in him.

Ye Chen remained silent.

He quietly moved a step to the side.

Liang Rumeng was also gently pushed over by Liu Ruyan.

The two men's positions were switched without Yan Cong noticing.

Yan Cong was still muttering self-deprecatingly.

"That girl..."

"I love how clean it is."

"With all this messy stuff on me, how could I dare to..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A soft sensation suddenly enveloped his head.

Yan Cong's body stiffened.

"Forehead?"

He subconsciously looked up, his mouth moving faster than his brain.

"Old Ye, you're disgusting. When did you develop such soft muscles?"

Liang Rumeng pressed his head back down.

The next second, the concealment talisman landed.

All the cover from Class 9 was removed at the same time.

A familiar fragrance wafted into my nose.

A soft, trembling voice rang out above his head.

Yan Cong froze on the spot.

Liang Rumeng burst into tears.

"Yan... Yan Cong."

"I won't look down on you."

Yan Cong's eyes instantly reddened.

His lips moved for a long time, but in the end he could only squeeze out a few broken words.

"I……"

"I……"

"sorry."

Liang Rumeng held his head and gently patted the back of his head with her palm.

"It's fine."

"The baby is already doing great."

Her tears fell even more fiercely.

"Baby, you must have been very tired all these years?"

"You can rest now."

"Waaah—"

Yan Cong completely lost his composure.

He buried his face in Liang Rumeng's arms, his shoulders trembling as he cried.

No one in Class 9 laughed; they all silently backed away...

Because they all know it.

Yan Cong definitely needed a good cry to release the bitterness that had accumulated over the years.

But just as everyone took two steps back, they suddenly heard hurried footsteps in the distance.

"Huff... huff..."

Everyone in Class 9 turned their heads at the same time.

Su Xiaoxiao is running this way.

She had just finished her combat training in the mountains and forests. Her bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat, her face was flushed, and her training clothes were covered in mud.

Behind her, a large group of students returned to the playground one after another.

They were all trained like dogs by the Zhenguo Army instructors and were ready to come back for lunch.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up when she saw the Class 9 students from afar.

Without even thinking, I ran straight over.

"not good!"

"not good!!"

Yan Cong and Liang Rumeng's current position is too dangerous.

Class 9 may be a problem, but it depends on the situation.

For an instant.

Concealing talismans, Qimen formations, aura barriers, and illusionary light screens all blurred into Su Xiaoxiao's field of vision.

The students from Class 9 quickly formed a human wall, blocking Yan Cong and Liang Rumeng.

Su Xiaoxiao ran to the crowd, panting with her hands on her knees.

She looked up at Ye Chen, her eyes full of anticipation.

"classmate."

"Has Yan Cong returned yet?"

Ye Chen turned his head away guiltily and chuckled awkwardly.

"Um... I don't know either."

"He slipped away as soon as he got back."

Su Xiaoxiao took a breath and stood up straight.

"Do you know which way he went?"

"Ha ha."

Ye Chen scratched his head, his eyes darting around, trying to find someone to take the blame for.

But wherever his gaze fell, the people there would voluntarily look away.

I will never take the blame.

Ye Chen's lips twitched.

Suddenly, he saw Jiang Liyu wearing a hood and his eyes lit up.

He grabbed Jiang Liyu's sleeve.

"Well, we have something to discuss."

"I'm leaving now!"

Jiang Liyu was about to break free.

But then she remembered what Ye Chen had mentioned about "players" before, and she stopped moving.

The next moment, the two ran straight towards the library.

Ye Chen left.

A gap was created in the human wall.

Zhuge Wang quickly moved forward to block the way.

But Su Xiaoxiao had already seen it in that one glance.

There was a familiar figure behind me.

He looks a lot like Yan Cong.

He was nestled in a girl's arms.

girl?

Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback.

"Hey!"

She frowned.

"Excuse me, classmate, could you move aside?"

"I see Yan Cong, he's right behind you!"

"Cough cough."

Zhuge Wang also coughed lightly.

"This kind lady, you must be mistaken."

"Did you misread it?"

Su Xiaoxiao frowned even more.

"My eyesight is excellent!"

"Get out of my way!"

As she spoke, she bent her knees, ready to jump over.

For a martial artist, flipping four or five meters is nothing special.

"etc!"

Zhuge Wang's expression changed, and he was about to stop him.

Yan Cong's voice came from behind.

"Prime Minister."

"And everyone else too."

"Get out of the way."

"Let her in."

The person in question spoke.

The students of Class 9 could no longer stop them.

The group immediately began looking for excuses to retreat.

"Ahem, well..."

Zhuge Wang also looked at Jiang Mingzi.

"Junior Brother Jiang, I have some questions about Taoist magic that I'd like to discuss with you."

Jiang Mingzi nodded.

"Senior Brother Zhuge, this way."

"Long Aotian".

Lu Ming suddenly grabbed Long Aotian.

Long Aotian was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Ming lowered his voice as he recalled the blood fox that had possessed Leng Xixi.

"I also have something to tell you."

Long Aotian thought it was just an excuse and casually waved his hand.

"Okay, let's go."

Tong Jingcheng picked up the speaker.

"I'm outta here, I haven't written my new song yet."

Li Shuiwang clutched his stomach.

"I have a stomach ache."

……

The students from Class 9 dispersed very quickly.

Only Yan Cong, Liang Rumeng, and Su Xiaoxiao remained in the open space.

Su Xiaoxiao's vision became completely clear.

She saw Yan Cong with his arm around Liang Rumeng's shoulder.

They also saw Liang Rumeng with red eyes, her arm around Yan Cong's waist.

In that instant, all the anticipation and smile on Su Xiaoxiao's face vanished.

She swayed slightly, her fingers gripping the hem of her training uniform.

She lowered her head, biting her lip, her voice soft and aggrieved.

"No... I'm sorry."

"I've come at the wrong time."