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

After the dome projection ended, in the backyard of the Dragon King Hall at Jinling Wuzhong School.

The expressions on the faces of the students in Class 9 varied.

The events that just occurred in front of Ye Chen's tombstone still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

The two words Jiang Liyu said that I couldn't hear clearly.

And there was that pink bear-shaped pair of underwear that the Desolate Emperor had pulled out of his arms.

These images flashed through everyone's minds, but no one spoke first.

Until Yan Cong suddenly turned around.

He stared at Lin Fan in the crowd.

"Old Lin!!!"

Just as Lin Fan was about to grab the cold drink on the table, Yan Cong suddenly rushed in front of him and grabbed his neck with his arm.

"Say it!"

"Are you some kind of Desolate Heavenly Emperor?!"

"Cough cough..."

Lin Fan's face flushed red on the spot, and he kept slapping Yan Cong's arm with both hands.

"You son of a bitch! Let go of me!"

"Old Yan, loosen it a little first."

Long Aotian sat on a beach chair and glanced at Lin Fan's face, which was distorted by the tight straps.

"He is still a Grandmaster. He can't withstand your Celestial Realm strength."

"Oh..."

Yan Cong quickly released his hand.

"I forgot, I'm not at the bottom of the class anymore."

Lin Fan covered his neck and took a few steps back, coughing several times before glaring at Yan Cong.

"Lin Fan, speak quickly!"

Yan Cong pointed at his nose.

"Are you really the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

Lin Fan took a few breaths and pointed to his face.

"Damn it! If I were the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, the first thing I'd do is give you a good beating!"

"Look!"

Yan Cong frowned.

"But just now, Jiang Liyu said that the Desolate Heavenly Emperor's name has two characters..."

"And also, that pink bear-shaped pair of underwear that was in the sky just now!"

"You possess a pure Yang body, an ancient divine body specifically designed to attract romantic relationships!"

"And then there's you, always using your medical skills to take young girls' pulses and taking advantage of them."

"I'm not surprised you could pull that thing out of your pocket!"

Lin Fan's expression grew increasingly grim.

Yan Cong, however, became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

"besides!"

"When Jiang Liyu enrolled, she forged her identity and said she was your cousin, right?"

"She called you 'cousin' and even threw herself into your arms, doesn't that make sense?"

"You two, one with a pure yang body and the other a sword immortal who has lived for two thousand years."

"In conclusion, you are the prime suspect!"

After he finished speaking, the backyard fell silent for a moment.

The students in Class 9 looked at each other.

Quite a few people slowly nodded.

Lin Fan's eyelids twitched as he read it.

"No way, you guys actually believe that?"

Zhuge Wang also rested his chin on his hand, pondering seriously for a moment.

"I also think that what Yan Cong said is not entirely unreasonable."

Lin Fan suddenly turned around.

"Even you're joining in the nonsense?"

Zhuge Wang also said in a very serious tone:

"If Lin Fan and Jiang are related by marriage, then Jiang's strength can be traced back to some extent."

"There's absolutely no clue to be found!"

Lin Fan flicked the dough a few times.

"How can your imaginations be so wild?"

"She just said she's lived for two thousand years!"

"Who among us can live for two thousand years and still not achieve the Dao?"

"Without guidance or the transmission of cultivation techniques, how did she manage to reach that level?"

Yan Cong continued to press on this issue.

Lin Fan raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead.

He was too lazy to argue anymore.

"Who among you said there was no one to guide you? Who said there were no cultivation methods?"

"Didn't that damned Heavenly Dao install a system for her?!"

"Grass!"

"I'm only eighteen!"

"What, did I get reincarnated and start cultivating again?!"

"And then there's the matter of underwear!"

"I don't have that kind of fetish!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and pointed to the sky.

"Why do you all so desperately want me to be the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

"If I really were the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, would you all be prepared for me to beat you all up?"

Yan Cong stared at Lin Fan's drastically changing expression, his expectation gradually fading.

"Tsk..."

He sighed in disappointment.

"It seems you really aren't."

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief on the spot.

But the next moment, Yan Cong muttered to himself again.

"If only you were the Desolate Heavenly Emperor."

"I'll cling to your leg and make you the first one to punch our class monitor."

"Wait a moment."

Long Aotian seemed to have grasped some crucial information and suddenly spoke up.

"Yan Cong".

"Say what you just said again."

"what?"

Yan Cong was stunned for a moment.

"If only you were the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"

"wrong."

Long Aotian sat up straight on the beach chair, his expression serious.

"Next sentence."

Yan Cong was even more confused.

"I'll cling to your coattails and get you to be the first one to serve our class monitor..."

"stop!"

Long Aotian raised his hand to interrupt him.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Then, Long Aotian turned his head and looked at the Class 9 students in the backyard.

"You say..."

"Is it possible that the two words Jiang Liyu just shouted were actually—"

"The class monitor?"

"……whispering sound!"

Yan Cong rolled her eyes at him.

"How is that possible!"

"Old Long, let me tell you, that squad leader is a psychopath!"

"We've already verified that!"

He turned around as he spoke, hoping to get a positive answer from the crowd.

"Yes or no?"

No one answered.

One by one, the smiles on their faces disappeared.

The wind rustled through the treetops in the courtyard.

Yan Cong's expression slowly froze.

"Feed".

"What's with those expressions?"

No one answered.

Yan Cong's unease grew stronger and stronger.

He suddenly turned around, ran to Zhuge Wangye's side, and grabbed his shoulder.

"Prime Minister!"

"Tell me this is impossible!"

"The class monitor could never be the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, right?"

Zhuge Wang did not respond.

He raised his right hand and began to calculate with his fingers, as he drew hexagrams one after another.

At first, his expression was relatively calm.

A moment later, his fingers suddenly stopped.

Zhuge Wang also looked up in the direction of Ye Chuhao, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"If there are no stars in the natal chart, the secrets of heaven will not fall."

"The cause and effect are not apparent, and the fate line hangs in vain."

In the backyard, all sounds disappeared at the same time.

Yan Cong's lips moved slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Zhuge Wang did not answer immediately.

He performed the simulation again.

The result remains the same.

There is no past, no future, and no cause and effect.

His divination result fell upon Ye Chuhao, as if he had stumbled into a boundless darkness.

Everything has its destiny.

Zhuge Wang also whispered.

"But the class monitor's birth chart has nothing."

"It's not that I can't see clearly."

"There's absolutely nothing that Xiaodao can see."

Yan Cong's face gradually turned pale.

"No……"

"How could there not be?"

He loosened his grip on Zhuge Wangye's shoulder and staggered back half a step.

"Everything should have a corresponding cause and effect and destiny."

"How could the class monitor not be able to figure it out?"

Yan Cong stood there, the color slowly fading from his face.

"..."

"Grass."

He looked around at the people, his eyes beginning to redden.

"Someone of you should come and tell me."

"This can't be real!"

"Zhuge Liang is indeed a king!"

"Calculate it again!"

Zhuge Wang also closed his eyes.

"Don't bother calculating anymore."

He withdrew his hand, walked up to Yan Cong, and patted him on the shoulder.

There was a hint of sympathy in that gesture.

"Looking at the grave..."

"There's at least a 90% chance that the class monitor is the Desolate Heavenly Emperor."

"You should pray that you don't get beaten up too badly."

"Oh—NO—!"