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

Yan Cong put his arm around Liang Rumeng and walked forward.

He reached out and patted Su Xiaoxiao's head, a smile returning to his lips.

"No!"

"You've come at just the right time."

Su Xiaoxiao felt a lump in her throat.

She pouted, tried to slap his hand away, and then turned and ran away.

But his feet seemed rooted to the spot.

Just at this time.

"Buzzing—"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The sound of countless propellers filled the air above the playground once again.

Helicopters flew in from all directions.

The collapsed teaching building area was also cleared by the Zhenguo Army to create a passageway.

A line of black cars drove into Jinling Wuzhong.

The car door opened.

Long legs landed one after another.

The staff worked extremely quickly, laying out ten red carpets directly on the ground.

The red carpet stretched all the way to Yan Cong.

The next moment, the first batch of participants, selected by the Creation Project and registered voluntarily, stepped out of the car.

Traditional Chinese style long dress.

White uniform.

Black stockings and high heels.

A cool and aloof older sister.

Sweet Lolita.

Athletic girl.

Each one has undergone rigorous screening, and their temperament, cultivation, and physique all meet the standards.

The students who had just returned with their lunchboxes froze on the spot.

"no……"

"We were just chased by our instructors for twenty kilometers."

"Is he going straight for a red carpet goddess squad?"

"I refuse to accept this!"

"I also want to contribute to my country!"

"What are you thinking? Do you even have Old Master Yan's system?"

"I may not have a system, but I have an attitude!"

"Instructor! I'm reporting someone! There's someone here undermining morale!"

The comments on the public screen exploded.

[Salvation] Kevin: "I admit I'm jealous."

"The hardships that Old Master Yan endured in the first half of his life have now all come back to haunt him like sugar-coated bullets."

[Harp and Flute]: "Brothers, I also want to be on the strategic production line."

【Han Tan Ying Qiu】: "Upstairs, don't even think about it. Judging from the sound, it's not even your turn."

The girl from the housekeeping department who had appeared in the sky before Yan Cong was the one who walked up to him before the first group of participants.

She was still wearing her gold-rimmed glasses.

He was wearing a white suit and holding a tablet computer in his arms.

The pace was steady.

She exudes a capable and efficient aura.

She bowed slightly as she approached Yan Cong.

"Mr. Yan."

My name is Bai Xi.

"Head of the First Execution Group of Project Creation."

"It's a pleasure to see you again in real life."

Yan Cong looked at the scene, which was comparable to the arrival of the Zhenguo Army, and the corners of his mouth curled up higher and higher.

He did not answer Bai Xi immediately.

Instead, he looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was still somewhat dazed.

Then, he opened his other arm around her.

"Little one."

"Are you sure we've come at the wrong time?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the stunning goddesses lining up to walk down the red carpet.

Then he looked at Bai Xi, who was bowing to Yan Cong.

Finally, her gaze fell back on Yan Cong's outstretched arms.

Liang Rumeng also gave her a friendly smile.

The next second, Su Xiaoxiao practically rushed over.

She threw herself into Yan Cong's arms, hugging his waist tightly with both hands.

They just wouldn't let go.

The situation is already quite clear, and Yan Cong is due to his own special circumstances.

Next, she was destined to be surrounded by beauties, and if she didn't rush into one of the only two spots available at this moment...

When that time comes, you'll probably have to queue to get in, and you might even have to help those guys push their butts.

Yan Cong held Liang Rumeng in one arm and Su Xiaoxiao in the other.

The person who was crying their eyes out just now is now showing off again.

"I've already said it."

"You've come at just the right time."

At this moment, the ten participants at the very front of the red carpet also walked up to Yan Cong.

They bent over at the same time.

"Mr. Yan."

"Please allow us to assist you in completing your creation plan."

Bai Xi was holding a tablet computer, and her voice was clear.

"Mr. Yan."

"Participants in Project Creation are arriving one after another."

"Provide the resource production rate is guaranteed, your life, cultivation, emotional stability, and all other needs will be met by the execution team."

She paused, then added:

"All participants signed the agreement voluntarily."

"The entire process was jointly supervised by the medical team, the psychological team, and the military inspection team."

"Please rest assured."

Yan Cong listened and nodded in satisfaction.

He looked up at the students who had just returned from training, their faces still covered in mud.

The smile on his face was getting more and more irritating.

"What are you looking at?"

"I am bearing this burden for the future of humanity."

The students clutched their chests, collectively breaking down in tears.

"Carrying a heavy burden forward?"

"You have two in your arms, ten rows in front of you, and a helicopter behind you!"

"Is this what you call carrying a load?"

"I want to carry this burden too!"

"Good heavens, look at him!"

"We're both high school students, but while I'm crawling in the mud, he's getting bowed to by goddesses on the red carpet!"

"The difference between people is greater than the difference between a human and a demon king!"

Some people squatted on the ground, hugging their lunchboxes and crying.

"The instructor just said, 'No pain, no gain.'"

"I understand now."

"The hardships this guy endured were definitely not for nothing."

His classmate patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't cry."

"If you suffer, there will only be endless suffering; there will never be a happy ending."

The student cried even louder.

"You might as well not comfort me at all!"

On the other side of the playground.

The military instructor looked at the group of students with red eyes and silently blew his whistle.

"gather!"

"An additional 5 kilometers before lunch!"

"Let me wake you up!"

"ah?!"

The students wailed in unison.

Yan Cong, holding Liang Rumeng and Su Xiaoxiao, stood at the end of the red carpet, laughing even more wildly.

This moment.

All the boys in the school were practically grinding their teeth to powder.

"Damn it!"

the other side.

In front of the library, under the plane trees.

Jiang Liyu flung Ye Chen's hand away, her voice cold and clear.

"Speak."

She looked up.

Beneath the hood, those orange eyes calmly gazed at Ye Chen.

"What exactly do you mean by 'player'?"

"Um?"

Ye Chen stood with his hands in his pockets, a smile playing on his lips, still maintaining his carefree and nonchalant demeanor.

He did not answer.

Instead, he took a step forward and suddenly bent down.

The distance between the two quickly shortened.

"Master."

Jiang Liyu's pupils constricted, and she immediately stepped back.

She reached up and pulled her hood down, hiding most of her face in shadow again.

"What master?"

"Don't change the subject."

"Oh."

Ye Chen chuckled and continued to approach.

"In this whole world, only my master reacts when he hears the word 'player'."

"Only she and I are the same kind of people."

This time, Jiang Liyu didn't answer.

The heels of my shoes made a soft rustling sound as they stepped over the fallen leaves.

Ye Chen followed forward.

"besides."

"It was also her who made me transfer to Jinling Martial Arts High School to protect that damn Gu Xue."

"clatter--"

Jiang Liyu was forced step by step to the foot of the sycamore tree, with nowhere left to retreat.

Ye Chen raised his hand and used two fingers to pry open the edge of her hood.

"And you."

"When I heard the word 'player,' my reaction was the same as hers."

"And coincidentally, they transferred to Class 9 on the same day as me."

The hood was lifted up slightly.

Ye Chen stared into those orange eyes, his lips curving into a wider smile.

"Master, you're too naive to fool me."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and lifted her chin, revealing most of her face beneath the hood.

Ye Chen lowered his head, about to lean in.

next second.

A hand was placed across his chest.

Ye Chen looked down at the hand, paused for a moment, and then a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.