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

After the curtain of darkness fell, Class 9 of Senior Three was eerily quiet.

All eyes were on Long Aotian.

Long Aotian's finger was still resting on the edge of the ring.

To pick or not to pick?

Taking it off would make you look guilty.

Not removing it seems like tacit agreement.

Lu Changming didn't come over.

But Long Aotian heard a soft sound from the wooden ruler in his palm.

Old Lu only grips the ruler so tightly when his blood pressure is about to drop.

Ye Chuhao leaned against the last row, his eyes half-closed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

The mighty Dragon King was actually tricked by the minor Heavenly Dao of this world—no, it should be called the Heavenly Curtain Opening Box.

This is so funny, it's worth skipping half a class to watch it.

The words "Long Aotian" hit far more than just Class 9.

It crashed into the classroom next door first.

He crashed out of the school gate again.

Finally, it hit the ears of everyone around the world who was looking up at the sky.

Class 8 next door.

The chalk broke on the blackboard.

The martial arts theory teacher stared at the sky, half a piece of chalk falling onto his sleeve.

Someone in the back row was chuckling quietly.

"Long Aotian?"

"Is it the vice class monitor from Class 9?"

"That person's blood and qi test score was over 80?"

"The Dragon King? Him?"

"This is ridiculous! If the last-ranked class produces a Dragon King, then our class must produce a Martial God!"

The laughter started, but quickly subsided.

Because everyone knows that this celestial canopy from the future wouldn't name names for no reason.

At the school gate, the edges of the sesame seed cakes on the griddle were already burnt.

The student buying the cakes urged them on.

"Grandpa, are my sesame seed cakes ready yet?"

"Right away, right away..."

The old man responded with a smile, but his other hand reached for the black communication jade inside his apron.

"Black Tortoise".

"The Dragon King's identity has been exposed."

"Immediately notify the twelve Dragon Guards to enter Level 1 alert."

A brief silence followed on the other end of the communication channel.

Then, a hoarse voice sounded softly.

"clear."

The communication device went dark.

The old man bent down again to flip the pancakes, his face still bearing the smile of an old pancake seller.

"The sesame seed cakes are ready!"

"Here you go, come again next time, buddy!"

After seeing off the students who wanted sesame cakes, the old man looked up at the sky with a worried expression.

"This is bad."

"The Dragon King was exposed at this crucial juncture..."

The center of Nanjing.

In a private club, Zhou Hao was reclining on a sofa, while his female companion was handing him a drink.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door.

"Young Master! Something's happened!"

Zhou Hao's face darkened.

"Get in here."

The bodyguard pushed open the door and entered, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Young Master, the son-in-law of the Leng family has been described as the Dragon King by the people in the sky."

"We've humiliated him so many times before, should we...?"

Zhou Hao was stunned for half a second.

The next moment, he laughed so hard that he spilled his wine.

"What kind of bullshit Dragon King is this!"

"If Long Aotian were the Dragon King, would he still be washing dishes for the Leng family for three years?"

"If he were the Dragon King, would I be able to point my finger at him and yell at him without daring to utter a sound?"

Her female companion also covered her mouth and laughed.

Zhou Hao kicked the coffee table.

"Go and tell the people below to continue suppressing the Leng family as before."

"A good-for-nothing son-in-law, can he really turn the world upside down?"

The bodyguard opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't dare to try to persuade him any further.

at the same time.

Dragon City, the highest conference room of the Martial Arts Administration.

A middle-aged man with golden dragon patterns embroidered on his epaulets looked at the darkening sky with a serious expression.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number.

"Notify the First Division of the Zhenguo Army to immediately seal off Jinling Martial Arts Middle School."

"Outsiders at the half-step Grandmaster level or above are not allowed to approach within three kilometers of the campus."

"In addition, notify the Jinling Martial Arts Association to connect all monitoring arrays to the headquarters."

"Finally, check everything! Check all of Long Aotian's files!"

"From the moment he was born, I need to know every single detail about him!"

"yes!!!"

He put down his phone, and his secretary beside him said in a tense voice, "Director-General, the Sky Curtain involves the future, five thousand years from now, and the King's side..."

The middle-aged man rubbed his brow and sighed.

"It's already alarmed."

"From now on, every student in Class 9 of Jinling will be a person under the highest level of protection in the Dragon Kingdom."

The storm grew larger and larger.

But when they arrived at the Leng family villa, all they got in return was the crisp sound of mahjong tiles hitting the table.

Leng Mu sat at the mahjong table, the gold bracelet on her wrist dazzlingly.

The wealthy woman across from him looked up at the sky and suddenly laughed.

"Hey, that Long Aotian they're talking about in the sky, could he be your live-in son-in-law?"

The other person immediately chimed in.

"Is it the one that mops the floor and washes dishes every day?"

"And the Dragon King?"

"Does he know how to kill chickens?"

Leng Mu scoffed and slammed the cards on the table.

"bump!"

She rolled her eyes.

"Return the Dragon King?"

"He's at best a dragon king in the kitchen sewers!"

A group of wealthy women at the table burst into laughter.

Leng Mu got more and more excited as she talked.

"You good-for-nothing! You've been living in my house for three years, and you haven't even dared to raise your voice."

"If he really is some kind of Dragon King, I'll eat this mahjong table!"

The voice just fell.

The sky lit up once again.

Hello!

"Hi everyone!"

Familiar overalls, middle-part hair, basketball microphone.

Aikun sat in a room that resembled a news broadcasting station, with a huge electronic screen behind him.

The barrage of comments instantly filled half the sky.

[Stop talking nonsense, let's get started!]

I quit my job specifically for you!

I'm not even going at 8 AM anymore, I'm just waiting for the Dragon King!

Ai Kun looked at the comments and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Okay, okay."

"To live up to the expectations of our darlings, let's get started."

He stretched out his hand.

A staff member outside the screen handed over a transparent, sealed box.

Aikun carefully held the box up to the camera.

"My darlings, can you see this?"

The moment the sealed box was lifted, Long Aotian's body trembled slightly.

Inside the box lay a ring.

The design is rough.

It's also a bit ugly.

The most outrageous thing is that it's too new.

It's so fresh, it looks like it was just bought from a street stall.

Is this a ring?

[Host, you bought it for 9.9 yuan with free shipping, right?]

【It's still so new after 5,000 years? Are you kidding me?】

[Identification complete. Excavated in Yiwu last week.]

[Hahaha, modern small commodities were unearthed from the tomb of the Holy Teacher?]

The camera gradually focuses.

In Class 9, everyone's expression changed.

They knew each other too well about that ring.

Long Aotian was wearing an identical one.

"Isn't that the ring the vice class monitor always wears?"

"Yes! He's so ugly, it's definitely his!"

"Holy crap, is it really you?"

His deskmate and class monitor, Yan Cong, slapped Long Aotian on the back.

"Wow, Lao Long, you've kept it well hidden!"

Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, Long Aotian simply stopped pretending.

"Click—"

He leaned back, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

He put his legs up on the table, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm sorry that I've been interacting with you as an ordinary person all this time, which has caused you to have unnecessary misunderstandings about me."

"Now that thing in the sky is going to expose me, there's no need for me to..."

Yan Cong's expression suddenly changed, and he grabbed his head.

"Old Dragon, lie down!"