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

"Um."

The Desolate Emperor nodded.

"You go about your business."

"I'll go in and check on him."

Beta responded.

"Yes."

The Desolate Emperor walked past her.

The food on the ground flowed back up at that moment.

The shattered plates were put back together, the scattered dishes were returned to their original positions, and even the soup was restored to its original state as if it had just been served.

Beta picked up the plate and glanced down at it.

When he looked up again, the Desolate Emperor had already reached the door of the Imperial Study.

He did not push the door open.

The figure passed directly through the tightly closed door.

Inside the Imperial Study.

Ye Chen remained seated before the imperial desk.

The screen in front of me was still flashing.

But his hands had already left the keyboard.

He lowered his head and clutched his hair with both hands.

There was no noticeable tremor in the shoulders.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the table.

No sound.

No one saw it.

The exhaustion from not closing his eyes for three consecutive months, the emptiness after the loss of his loved ones, the constant news of deaths coming from the front lines, and the words left behind by Jiang Liyu when she disappeared—all of these weighed heavily on him.

He no longer knew how much longer he could hold on.

But he can't stop.

A group of dragons cannot be without a leader.

"Yo."

A familiar voice suddenly came from the quiet room.

"It's only been a few days!"

"Where did our security committee member go?"

"Are you secretly crying here?"

"Holy shit!!!"

That familiar tune rang out.

Beyond the celestial canopy, the entire blue planet of the present world exploded.

The discussion immediately reached its peak.

"Holy shit!!!"

"Those familiar lines!!! Family members, do you remember when the entire Class 9 went to the Abyss of Fallen Gods to rescue the Dragon King?!"

"That...that ultimate show-off, bragging maniac, doting husband, arrogant class monitor!"

"Should we say the same thing to the Dragon King?!"

"more than!"

"Upstairs, I am a teacher at Jinling Wuzhong High School, and I guarantee it with my teaching qualifications."

"That sentence was definitely said by the class monitor of Class 9!"

"Under his guidance."

"That one phrase has become a go-to tactic for them in Class 9 when they meet and mock each other!"

"Damn it..."

"I even told him back then that showing off his love would lead to a quick death..."

"What if he just gives my entire clan a magic pill?"

"...What's his name?"

"His name seems to be Ye Chuhao!!"

The online discussion spiraled completely out of control.

The Dragon King's Palace backyard in Jinling Wuzhong reacted even faster.

The students from Class 9 who were still there sat up straight with a "whoosh".

Long Aotian's lips twitched.

He looked down at his fist, his fingers clenching tighter and tighter.

"I……"

"Holy shit!!!"

Zhuge Wang also raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, letting out a long sigh.

"Old Long, let's not compete anymore."

"Even if you cultivate your Nine Transformations of the Dragon to the peak, in the class monitor's eyes, you're probably just a slightly larger loach."

Long Aotian's body stiffened.

Zhuge Wang also forced himself to suppress his laughter and patted him on the shoulder again.

"You... well, you'd better not fight for that power."

"You can't handle it!"

"puff……"

Lin Fan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This laugh prompted many of Ye Chuhao's classmates, who had no particular grudges against him, to also laugh.

After recovering from their shock, they silently sat back down.

Then, everyone's eyes fell on Long Aotian and Su Huaying.

One is the arrogant vice-class leader who, even after learning that the class monitor is an eighth-level mentalist, still secretly harbors a grudge and is competing with him.

The other is the information committee member who seems to have had a past with the class monitor, but has never confessed her feelings.

Su Huaying sat in the corner, hugging her knees.

She did not participate in the discussion.

He just stared at the golden figure in the sky, his eyes gradually losing focus.

As for Long Aotian, he was about to burst from his emotions.

"Waaah..."

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were terribly red.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhuge Wang quickly grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Old Dragon!"

"Don't do anything foolish!"

"I'm not exaggerating, if you really dare to mess with the class monitor, he could probably kill you with just one look."

"There's no need for us to try and catch a falling knife!"

"Prime Minister..."

Long Aotian finally spoke.

He tilted his head back and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

The emotions on that face were extremely complex.

Three parts desolation, two parts rage, and five parts utter despair.

"you say……"

"Heaven, how cruel are you to me!"

Those present were stunned.

But they couldn't hold back their laughter after his next sentence.

Long Aotian turned his head.

Tears streamed down his face, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

"you say……"

"Why must leaves be born when dragons are already here?"

"Waaaaah..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw himself into Zhuge Wangye's arms and burst into tears.

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

Lin Fan completely gave up on concealing his true intentions.

"Oh dear, your Dao heart has already shattered?"

"Fellow disciple, you're too easily discouraged!"

"Hahaha……"

The others also wore helpless smiles.

This is no longer ordinary competition.

This is similar to how a pretentious person practices their fancy hand gestures diligently in order to enhance their pretentious image.

He discovered that his competitor was a peerless swordsman who could traverse countless worlds, a peerless and unparalleled master of freedom.

How can we even compare them?