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

After saying that sentence...

No one spoke in the live stream.

Aikun continued speaking.

"As for when we'll get the final answer..."

He pointed to the projection.

"According to the think tank's deduction, the real answer will emerge after all the stories of Class 9 have finished playing."

"The real great war will also break out in our time."

The comments section has finally come alive again.

[The Bedtime Rice Worm]:

"So what we're looking at now isn't history."

"Is this paving the way for the Desolate Heavenly Emperor to return home?"

A drop of water in the Yangtze River:

"Anyone who dares to delete the game data, I'll go and take down their server first!"

[My writing reflects my own perspective]:

"Desolate Heavenly Emperor, can you hear me?"

"We're waiting for you to come back!"

[The End of Nothingness]:

"The time is not up yet."

"The Dragon King said before that the time has not yet come."

Ai Kun looked at the comment and his expression became slightly more composed.

"right."

"This is also why the Dragon King kept saying 'the time hasn't come yet.'"

"It's not that he doesn't want to take action."

"That real war has not yet reached our time."

"well……"

"I feel like we're pretty useless..."

"Do you think we'd be qualified to be cannon fodder if a great war broke out in our time?"

"Don't even think about it. They'd all be dead if they just glanced at us."

"Ugh! This is so uncomfortable!"

"Grass!!!"

"All our hopes were pinned on the Desolate Emperor. Now look what's happened! Not only has the Holy Master become an easy target for victory, but so have we."

"well……"

On the screen above, the comments section was filled with mournful cries.

That sense of powerlessness spread along the light screen into the hearts of everyone watching.

Beyond the sky.

The dormitory building has 23 floors.

The breeze from the balcony blew into the living room, bringing a touch of afternoon warmth.

The golden mark between Ye Chuhao's eyebrows disappeared.

The first thing he saw was Lu Jiu nestled in his arms.

The little girl looked up at him quietly.

His face remained pale after the illness.

There wasn't much emotion in her eyes; she just gripped his clothes tightly, unwilling to let go.

Ye Chuhao raised his eyelids slightly.

"Lu Jiu"

Lu Jiu didn't touch it.

Ye Chuhao reached out and supported Lu Jiu's armpits, preparing to move her away from his embrace.

There was just a movement.

Lu Jiu then gripped his clothes tightly.

"don't want."

The voice was very soft, but the grip was very tight.

Ye Chuhao glanced at her thin wrist and didn't try to force it any further.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet."

"You should go back to bed."

Lu Jiu shook his head.

"It's comfortable here."

Ye Chuhao didn't try to reason with her.

Golden psychic energy emanated from his fingertips, supporting Lu Jiu's shoulders and back, and gently carried her back to her bed in the room.

Lu Jiu opened her eyes wide.

She watched herself getting further and further away from Ye Chuhao, her little hand still trying to reach forward.

But before she could grab anything...

The door had already been gently closed.

A pale golden light appeared at the door lock location.

The ban was lifted.

Lu Jiu couldn't get out of bed and could only stare blankly at the ceiling.

After a while.

She pulled the blanket up to her chin and curled up into a small ball.

After doing all this, Ye Chuhao turned his head.

Xingyao was still sitting on the ground.

She hadn't taken off her apron, her eyes were red, tears were clinging to her eyelashes, and her lips were pouting in grievance.

Ye Chuhao opened his arms to her.

"Wife, come here."

Xingyao threw herself into his arms.

She clung tightly to his neck, tears streaming down her face.

"Waaaaah..."

"Squad leader, squad leader!"

"I...I..."

Xingyao cried so hard she couldn't finish a sentence.

"Are you... going to die?"

"I don't want you to die!"

"I...I don't want you to die!"

Ye Chuhao was stunned.

He originally thought that the first thing the little stutterer would do when she rushed over would be to complain to him.

He told Lu Jiu that she had just been lying on top of him.

She accused Lu Jiu of stealing a kiss from him.

Then accuse him of not hiding.

As a result, the first thing she asked was whether he was alive or dead.

Xingyao hugged her very tightly.

Tears streamed down his face, quickly soaking the clothes on Ye Chuhao's shoulders.

Her body was trembling and her breathing was intermittent.

Ye Chuhao raised his hand and patted her back repeatedly.

The sound was kept very soft.

"How could I die?"

"Your class monitor is that good, right?"

He paused, then added.

"Also, you saw why I didn't wake up when Lu Jiu did that just now."

"Then, the first thing I did when I woke up was to take her back to her room."

"You can't hold me responsible for this."

Xingyao's tears were still falling.

She looked up, her face streaked with tears.

"I...I didn't just cry about this!"

"You...you!"

Her voice was halting, and she sounded increasingly aggrieved as she spoke.

"You're lying!"

"You're lying!"

"It was a promise!"

"You promised you'd always stay by my side!!!"

"but……"

She was breathing heavily, tears streaming down her chin.

"Class monitor!"

"You...you chose to disappear secretly."

"Waaaaah..."

Xingyao cried so hard she could barely breathe.

The smile in Ye Chuhao's eyes faded.

He cupped Xingyao's face in his hands and rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

Her face felt hot.

Even my tears are hot.

In the kitchen, the faucet wasn't turned off properly, and water dripped into the sink with a soft sound.

A typhoon breeze blew in, carrying the faint fragrance of her hair.

"Look at me."

Xingyao looked up with red eyes.

Ye Chuhao lowered his head and gently kissed her.

There wasn't much movement, just a very light touch.

Xingyao's lips were warm.

It has a slightly salty taste, tinged with tears.

The wind outside the balcony blew the curtains.

The living room was quiet.

All that remained was her disordered breathing and her hand gripping his collar.

Xingyao was stunned for two seconds.

Then, she took the initiative to hug Ye Chuhao's head and kissed him back.

She doesn't have any skills.

She could only hug him tightly, clumsily chase after him, her teeth gently brushing against his, and then quickly kissing his lips.

All the grievances, fears, and unspoken "don't leave me" were contained in this kiss.

Ye Chuhao only supported her shoulders and pushed her away a little when she started to feel dizzy.

"No, no!"

Xingyao was pulled away, but then hugged back.

Ye Chuhao felt somewhat helpless.

"Take a breath first."

"I'm still here."

"Are you afraid I'll run away?"

"Afraid!"

Xingyao sniffled, her eyes red and swollen from crying, but she still stared intently at him.

"The higher-ups said you'll die."

"It will...it will completely...disappear."

I don't want you to die.

"I...I don't want to forget you either!"

Ye Chuhao remained silent for a moment.

He still had that relaxed look on his face.

"I'm still here, aren't I?"

"And as mentioned above, it's only a possibility."

"Don't you trust the class monitor?"

"No!"

Xingyao shook her head so hard her hair swayed wildly.

"The class monitor will definitely succeed!"

"besides,"

She stopped and hastily wiped away the tears on her face.

Then, she looked at Ye Chuhao very seriously.

"Squad leader, what if you disappear?"

"I will definitely find you!!!"

Ye Chuhao looked at her.

Her nose was red from crying, and her eyelashes were stuck together in clumps.

His shoulders were still trembling, but his eyes met mine directly.

It was intensely hot inside.

There was only one thought that she was holding so tightly it was burning hot.

You are not allowed to leave me.

"so!!!"

Xingyao stood up abruptly, her little face tense and serious.

"For, for, class monitor, you've disappeared, so I can find you."

"I want you to leave your coordinates on me too!"

"coordinate?"

Ye Chuhao was stunned for a moment.

Xingyao nodded earnestly, enunciating each word carefully.

"It's...to...have...baby...with...me!!"

"Cough cough..."

Ye Chuhao coughed twice, choked by the choking sensation.

He rubbed his temples.

"Wife, our life levels are too different, we really can't have children."

Xingyao grabbed his hand, her determination unwavering.

"Give birth, baby, baby!"

"You can't handle it, it'll explode."

"Give birth, baby, baby!"

The objection was invalid.

The objection was rejected.

Xingyao persists in her appeal!

Ye Chuhao looked at her.

She bit her lip, forcing back her tears, her fear bordering on irrationality.

Ye Chuhao lowered his voice.

"it is good."

Xingyao's eyes lit up.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chuhao bent down, picked her up in his arms, and carried her towards the master bedroom.

Xingyao buried herself in his arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck.

She stopped crying.

Tears still seeped into Ye Chuhao's clothes.

As he reached the door, Ye Chuhao raised his hand and waved.

A layer of golden protective barrier descended, and the door closed gently.

the other side.

On the sky.

Aikun sat back in his chair and tapped the table with his folding fan.

"alright!"

Stop sighing and complaining.

"Didn't I just say that others have their battles, and so do we cannon fodder, right?"

"Alright, next, the story of the [Last Emperor of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom] and the [Strongest Player] might help you recall some of that..."

He smiled.

"What are the reasons for not giving up even when you know there's a high probability of losing?"

The comments section remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, a line of text slowly appeared on the screen.

"Come on, come on, we're listening."