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

OK.

Ai-Kun tapped the folding fan in his palm and looked back at the camera.

"Let's start with the cultural relics as usual."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and shouted out to the camera.

"Staff, please bring it up!"

The viewers in the live stream immediately perked up.

"What could it be?!"

"Do you think it could be the Imperial Seal of the State?"

"Possibly, after all, that one was the emperor of our ancient dragon kingdom."

"I think that makes sense too."

"How do you think Aikun will present the story of the two ancestors this time?"

"Who knows? We'll just have to wait and see."

As the comments scrolled by, a staff member wearing white gloves walked out from behind the screen.

He held a jade tray, its surface entirely white, in his hands.

The camera immediately zoomed in.

All the audience members stared intently at the scene.

then.

All eyes were on the center of the display.

On top of the rather high-end jade display stand, there was a snakeskin bag.

It's not the imperial seal!

It's not the Emperor's Sword either!

It's just a snakeskin bag!

Moreover, the surface of that thing was covered with dried mud, the edges were worn and cracked, and several holes still had crooked stitching marks.

The most eye-catching feature is the faded pink pig pattern in the center of the bag.

It was grinning.

He was laughing very happily.

The live stream paused for two seconds.

"???"

"What's this? Could the real artifact be that jade display case below?"

"No! I have a feeling the real artifacts are inside that bag!"

"Hey anchor, say something! Hurry up and show us the real artifacts!"

After the artifacts were brought out, Aikun kept covering her mouth.

His shoulders twitched twice, but he managed to hold back his laughter.

Until the comments section went from doubt to urging, and then from urging to doubt.

Aikun finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Pfft—"

He covered his face, laughing so hard he was almost incoherent.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The viewers in the live stream were furious.

"no?"

"Hey streamer, what's with that laugh?!"

"It's alright! It's alright!"

Ai Kun waved his hands repeatedly, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

This guy's mouth is utterly merciless.

He said with a laugh:

"I just find it a bit funny that you guys are making guesses here and there, but you don't believe this bag is an antique."

"..."

"..."

The chat fell silent.

After a long while, someone tentatively asked a question.

"So? This tattered bag really is a gift left to our Holy Teacher by our imperial ancestors?!"

"Hmm, what else?"

Aikun wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and calmed himself down.

Once his expression became a little more serious, he raised his hand to signal the camera to continue focusing on the snakeskin bag.

"This is indeed the item that our [Last Emperor of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom], [Shadow Monarch] - Ancestor Ye Chen - gave to the Holy Master."

"The anchor just saw everyone's first reaction."

"They all reacted with, 'If you hadn't told me, I would have thought this was garbage.'"

"but--"

Aikun deliberately dragged out his voice.

The folding fan then moved towards the center of the display stand.

"Through the previous artifact exhibitions, everyone should have noticed a common point."

"That's right. The things that were left for the Holy Master were basically things that represented the identity of that ancestor, or rather, things that represented his entire life."

"Uh-huh!"

"That's true. The Dragon King Ring, the War God Token, and the condom are all items that are extremely representative of the three ancestors."

"So, host, what's the point of this tattered bag?"

"Say it!"

Aikun stroked his chin, drawing out his words.

"Meaning, huh~"

He paused deliberately.

"It must have been his master who sewed it up for him?"

"???"

"Host, based on my 5,000 hours of reading experience, there's something fishy going on here!"

"Ye Chen's master... (mischievous grin) could he be a woman?"

Aikun glanced at the comment and nodded with a smile.

"This kid's got some skills after all!"

"So what do you mean?!"

"Emoji (eyes shining)"

"Is this the kind of plot I want to see?!"

Aikun reopened the folding fan and gently waved it in front of his chest.

"Almost, almost. It's just a pity that in that life, the fallen flowers longed to follow the flowing water, but the flowing water had no affection for the fallen flowers."

Under the sycamore tree.

Yan Cong stopped eating the watermelon that was almost in his mouth.

He turned his head, his eyes widening little by little, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Ye Chen and Jiang Liyu.

"no?"

"Old Ye...you...you..."

Yan Cong's mouth was agape.

The phrase "Are you fucking a simp?" was practically stuck in my throat.

Available in the next second.

A chill suddenly descended upon him.

Yan Cong's neck stiffened, and when he caught a glimpse of Jiang Liyu's expressionless face out of the corner of his eye, he immediately swallowed the rest of his sentence.

The others weren't much better off.

want to ask.

I dare not ask.

want to laugh.

I don't dare to laugh much either.

The crowd's gaze swept over the master and apprentice again and again, before they finally fell silent in unison.

It's really not appropriate for outsiders like them to comment too much on the family affairs between the master and his apprentice.

Only Ye Chen himself.

After hearing Ai Kun's line "The fallen flowers are willing to follow the flowing water," he felt as if he had been hit by something.

Her eyes gradually reddened.

next second.

Two lines of tears fell straight down.

"Holy shit!"

Upon seeing this, Yan Cong forgot all about eating the watermelon and quickly ran to his side, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"no?!"

"Old Ye!!"

"What are you crying about?!"

"A woman... Pshaw!"

Yan Cong abruptly stopped talking.

Jiang Liyu was still sitting next to her.

He forcefully steered the conversation in another direction.

"I remember in that article of mine, weren't you accompanied by two very attractive women?"

"I thought we were kindred spirits!"

"So, you're actually doing pure romance?!"

Ye Chen raised his head.

Two lines of tears fell silently, and she exuded a sense of despondency after a breakup.

"Clap clap clap—"

The students in Class 9 all raised their hands and slapped their foreheads.

Jiang Liyu, on the contrary, remained calm.

She stood still, her long, icy blue hair cascading down her shoulders, her expression unchanged.

In the live broadcast room, viewers also sensed something was amiss.

"Host? Shouldn't the emperor have three thousand concubines in his harem?"

"Right? Shouldn't it be something that's all about physical attraction and not emotional connection?"

"How could this be? A one-sided love affair?"

Aikun smiled, resting his chin on his hand.

"It wasn't exactly unrequited love. In fact, Ye Chen's master also loved him."

These words were spoken.

Under the sycamore tree, Ye Chen, who had just been crying with a heartbroken look on his face, suddenly looked up.

His eyes lit up immediately.

"Master!!!"

Ye Chen shouted in his heart, stood up and was about to rush over and hug Jiang Liyu's leg.

"Certainly."

Jiang Liyu uttered only one word.

Ye Chen's body, which was rushing forward, froze instantly.

One foot was still in mid-air, and the whole person maintained an extremely comical posture.

Now that's bad; not only can he not speak, he can't even move.

"Small fish?"

Su Huaying moved closer to Jiang Liyu, her eyes brimming with undisguised gossip.

"You like him too?"

Jiang Liyu glanced at Ye Chen.

"dislike."

"what?"

Su Huaying was stunned for a moment.

"How could you say you loved him on that screen too?"

Jiang Liyu withdrew her gaze.

"No, I already have someone I love."