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

Yan Cong seemed to have all his strength drained away.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Seeing his utterly hopeless expression, Lin Fan finally couldn't hold back.

"Pfft—"

The next moment, laughter erupted completely.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lin Fan walked up to Yan Cong and patted him on the shoulder.

"Old Yan."

"You mean you want to curry favor with the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, and then let him beat himself up?"

"puff……"

"Hahaha!"

"Ouch, I can't take it anymore!"

Lin Fan laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Yan Cong knelt on the ground, his eyes losing their luster.

On the other side, Liang Rumeng did not rush over to comfort Yan Cong as usual.

She leaned closer to Su Xiaoxiao and whispered:

"Xiaoxiao, tell me about it."

"Why did Yan Cong react this way after learning that his class monitor might be that Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Yan Cong kneeling on the ground, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"Because of Yan Cong..."

"Um, that's a bit cheeky."

"..."

Liang Rumeng fell silent.

Su Xiaoxiao continued speaking.

"Moreover, he often had a love-hate relationship with his class monitor."

"Especially after he always acts tough, his class monitor always punishes him, but he never accepts it and even thinks about finding the Desolate Emperor to avenge him."

Liang Rumeng looked at Yan Cong with a hint of understanding in her eyes.

"So he's trying to recall what he did in the past?"

Su Xiaoxiao nodded.

"It should be."

"..."

Liang Rumeng fell completely silent.

The discussion went on for a long time, but no definitive answer was reached.

Or rather, the vast majority of people are like Yan Cong.

unbelievable.

They didn't want to believe it either.

As for whether that speculation is true or not, we can only wait for the next revelation from the heavens.

After Yan Cong finished resting, Bai Xi came to the backyard and dragged him away. He still looked ashen-faced.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"I don't believe it!"

"I absolutely won't believe it until the truth is revealed!"

His voice carried far.

The backyard fell silent again.

The students of Class 9 stood still, and no one spoke again.

Especially Su Huaying.

She clutched her chest, looked towards the dormitory building, bit her lip, and murmured softly:

"I……"

"Still haven't been able to catch up with you?"

dormitory.

In the master bedroom, the first thing Ye Chuhao saw when he opened his eyes was Xingyao, who had just been tormented and fainted, but had now woken up.

She was nestled in his arms, idly playing with one of her little paws on his left chest.

And her other paw was pressing her pink bear-patterned underwear against her own...

Ye Chuhao closed his eyes again.

"call……"

His chest heaved a few times, as if he were giving himself a final mental pep talk.

Don't be angry.

This is my own daughter-in-law.

Don't be angry.

Xingyao felt his breathing quicken, and was first stunned, then sat up in surprise.

"Class monitor!!!"

"You...you're back?!"

Ye Chuhao closed his eyes, pretending not to hear.

Seeing that he didn't react, Xingyao tilted her head and frowned in confusion.

"Um……"

"Could it be that I... I'm mistaken?"

She glanced out the window again.

The projection on the sky had gone dark.

Why hasn't the class monitor come back yet?

Could it be that she misperceived something?

Xingyao quietly leaned down and rubbed her nose against Ye Chuhao's nose.

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of alluring sweetness.

"Class monitor~~"

"Stop pretending to be asleep!"

"You've definitely come back, haven't you?"

Ye Chuhao kept his eyes closed.

Xingyao pouted.

She went from lying on her side to lying face down, pressing her entire body against Ye Chuhao, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice filled with a hint of grievance.

"Class monitor~"

"Class monitor~"

"Just open your eyes and look at your little star!"

Ye Chuhao remained motionless.

But others rose up.

Xingyao paused for a moment.

She looked down, like a mischievous kitten, and grinned wickedly before deliberately moving down a little further.

Ye Chuhao's lips twitched slightly.

Xingyao immediately suppressed her smile and pretended to know nothing.

"Class monitor~"

She kissed Ye Chuhao's lips, then his cheek, and finally gently bit his earlobe.

"hey-hey……"

"Class monitor, stop pretending!"

"I...I could feel you were awake~"

"If you don't get up, I...I'll...I'll turn on automatic mode!"

Ye Chuhao sensed the movement and reluctantly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and tapped Xingyao on the head.

"Little stutterer, you've changed."

"Hmph~"

"That's all thanks to the class monitor's excellent teaching!"

Xingyao immediately hugged him tightly, excitedly rubbing against his chest.

"Class monitor, let's continue!"

"I'm fully recovered again! This time, I won't faint so easily!"

Ye Chuhao looked at her for a moment, then raised his hand and pinched her face.

"...You greedy little girl."

"So, will the class monitor agree?"

Ye Chuhao did not answer.

He simply rolled over and pinned the person back onto the bed.

The opened window was closed again.

The images reappeared on the sky.

The projector lights up.

"Whoosh—"

Xiao Ai was thrown out of there and landed precisely on the table.

It rolled twice on the table, then spread its limbs out and seemed completely listless.

The entire AI seemed to have run out of power.

Aikun also emerged from the vortex behind him.

After a period of cleaning, his condition was not much better than Xiao Aihao's.

The sword wound on his chest had not yet fully healed, and dark golden liquid slowly dripped down his tattered robes.

Back in front of and behind the camera, Aikun remained silent.

The audience, seeing the two figures, one big and one small, immediately became anxious.

"No! Streamer! Don't give up!"

"It's just a stab wound, it's not like..."

"Shh... didn't you see how the person upstairs comforted him? The anchor's chest hasn't even healed yet!"

"Cough cough..."

"Host, as the Heavenly Dao, you certainly wouldn't let such trivial matters shake your confidence, right?"

"Those ancestors didn't understand your good intentions!"

"But we all know that!"

"You're doing this for the greater good!"

"For the survival of the world!"

"What a magnificent mission!!!"

"Host! We'll always support you!"

"I'll follow the anchor to the death!"

"I'll follow the anchor to the death!"

The barrage of comments instantly filled the entire projection screen.

Aikun finally raised his head.

He looked at the screen full of "support" and his lips twitched a few times.

"...Tch, others may not know your true nature, but I know it all too well."

"Hats, stop pretending to be true fans!"

"Cough cough..."

"Host, we want to see what happens next."

"This storyline about Jiang Jianxian is now complete."

"And what about our Patriarch Ye?"

"There must be another story behind him, right?"

"Look, look!"

Aikun waved weakly at the camera.

"Let me show you."