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

A moment ago.

Inside the master bedroom.

"Class monitor, I... let's continue..."

Xingyao lay on her side amidst the messy bedding, her eyes unfocused, muttering incoherently.

She tried to reach out and grab Ye Chuhao, but her arm slumped back onto the pillow halfway up.

Another defeat.

Moreover, they were utterly defeated.

Ye Chuhao pulled the blanket up for her, covering her exposed shoulders, and reached out to rub her sweaty hair.

"He's both terrible at the game and loves to play."

Xingyao gave a muffled hum, it was unclear whether she heard her or not.

Ye Chuhao got up and got out of bed.

As his feet touched the ground, his robe materialized from thin air, spreading naturally along his body and completely covering him.

The door opened silently.

Ye Chuhao walked through the living room and onto the balcony.

The situation in Jinling Wuzhong has just returned to normal.

Commands from the training ground could be heard through the array in the distance, and patrol convoys of the Zhenguo Army could still be seen on the streets.

Further into the sky, the golden light remaining after the sky disappeared is gradually fading away.

Ye Chuhao sat down on the sofa.

The tea stove lit up on its own.

Prepare the utensils, boil the water, add the tea leaves, steep, and divide the liquid.

His movements were not hurried at all.

Steam rose from the teapot, and the aroma of tea gradually permeated the entire balcony. The lingering noise outside faded away here, leaving only a faint echo.

The tea was poured into the cup, filling it exactly seven-tenths full.

Ye Chuhao picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang at that moment.

The water temperature is just right.

The tea tastes just right.

The person outside the door arrived just in time.

"Class monitor!"

Zhuge Wangye's serious voice came from behind the door.

"This humble Taoist priest has come to apologize!"

Ye Chuhao put down his teacup but did not get up.

The silence outside the door lasted less than half a second.

Immediately afterwards, the corridor exploded completely.

"Fuck you, Zhuge Liang!"

"You're such a fucking bastard!"

"So you came here secretly to surrender, huh?"

"Squad leader! Squad leader! We've come to apologize too!"

"Open the door, please!"

"Hey, why isn't anything happening?"

"Is he not here?"

"How about we break down the door?"

"Go ahead and hit me if you dare, but I wouldn't dare."

"Should we call Yan Cong over to take the blame?"

"Stop...stop shouting..."

A weak voice came from the stairwell.

Everyone turned to look.

Yan Cong leaned against the wall and walked out of the elevator, one step at a time.

His eyes were dark, his face was pale, and his legs were still trembling uncontrollably. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

"Young master... ptooey!"

Yan Cong raised his hand and patted his face, forcibly straightening his back.

"As the class monitor's most loyal follower, I've arrived."

Lin Fan stared at his face for a few seconds.

"Damn, Lao Yan."

What happened to your dark circles?

Jiang Mingzi carefully examined it, then shook his head and sighed softly.

"His eyes were dark and his rims were black; his face was dull and his spirit was withered."

"This is a sign of depletion of kidney essence."

Long Aotian crossed his arms, his expression strange.

"What exactly happened during that one hour?"

Yan Cong remained silent for a moment, then closed his eyes in grief.

"I was exploited ten times."

"what?"

"I...I'll go..."

Everyone in the circle took a half step back in unison.

Yan Cong shook his head, his face contorted in pain, yet he couldn't suppress the pain in his lips.

"Stop talking."

"This is all for the future of the country."

"No matter how bitter or tiring it is, I, Yan, will grit my teeth and bear it."

At this point, he turned to look at Lin Fan.

"Oh, and remember to prescribe me a few more doses of good medicine to help me recover later."

Lin Fan's lips twitched violently.

"Damn, anyone who didn't know better would think you suffered a huge loss!"

"Grass!"

After he finished cursing, he stared at the purplish-red marks on Yan Cong's neck.

"But what about the marks on your neck?"

"Does Project Creation even have programs like this while maintaining efficiency?"

Yan Cong's smile froze on the spot.

"Cough cough..."

"That was just because I was bored and wanted to have a good tug-of-war with the ceiling."

Zhuge Wang also looked at his neck and then at his weak legs.

"That's called hanging yourself."

"yes."

Yan Cong was suddenly overcome with grief.

"I discovered that even if you tear down the ceiling, you won't die."

"Then I thought about it again, and even if I really died, the class monitor could probably bring me back to life."

"That's why I rushed over here to surrender."

As he said this, his gaze swept over the Class 9 students who were blocking the corridor, and his face immediately darkened.

"You bunch of bastards got here even faster than me!"

"It's normal that I kneel down quickly."

"And you?"

"Where has your backbone gone?"

The students in Class 9 all looked away.

Some people are studying ceramic tiles.

Someone looked up at the lamp.

Some people looked down at their shoelaces, refusing to make eye contact with Yan Cong.

"Especially you, Old Dragon!"

Yan Cong dragged his weak legs to Long Aotian's side.

"Before your identity as class monitor is revealed, you'll have the visible power in the class!"

"You are the Dragon King!"

"You have the heart of an invincible warrior!"

"How can we easily submit just because the class monitor is the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

"What's the difference between you and a weather vane?"

Yan Cong's voice grew increasingly impassioned.

"Take my advice."

"When you see the class monitor later, you have to be a little fierce."

"At the very least, he needs to see that even you, Long Aotian, have the courage to draw your sword and say no when facing an unparalleled powerhouse!"

"..."

Long Aotian's eyes twitched incessantly.

He looked down at the hand resting on his shoulder, then looked up at Yan Cong.

"Are you trying to make me go up and take the bullets first?"

"How is that possible!"

Yan Cong stared wide-eyed, his face full of righteous indignation.

"I did this to protect your invincible heart!"

"Only if you stand at the forefront can I..."

Yan Cong suddenly realized he was about to let something slip and quickly stopped himself.

"Cough cough..."

He gave an awkward laugh, just then.

Click.

The electronic lock behind me opened by itself.

The door opened inwards.

Yan Cong's ears twitched suddenly.

The next moment, dozens of level-nine combat weapons poured out of his storage bag, blocking the entire corridor in front of the ninth squad.

Just as Long Aotian was about to shake off the warriors, he saw Yan Cong bend his knees.

Stab it!

The sound of knees scraping the ground suddenly rang out.

Yan Cong glided from the foyer through the living room at such speed that he was just a blur, his knees leaving two smoking black marks on the floor.

The balcony is at the far end of the living room.

He stopped precisely in front of Ye Chuhao, bent over, and slammed his forehead heavily onto the ground.

boom!

"Oh! Class monitor!"

"I was blind before, and failed to recognize that you are the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, whose might has lasted for eternity, who reigns supreme over all heavens, who has swept across the river of time, and whose fist has suppressed the source of the Great Dao!"

"Our class monitor clearly possesses unparalleled cultivation, yet he willingly conceals his title of Supreme Emperor and condescends to be in the same class as us!"

"What kind of magnanimity is this?"

"This is a grand vision that overlooks eternity!"

"What level is this?"

"This is a state of being that transcends all the heavens!"

Yan Cong lay on the ground, becoming more and more agitated as he spoke.

"From now on, if the squad leader tells me to go east, I will never go west!"

"If the squad leader tells me to beat a dog, I'll never chase a chicken!"

"If the squad leader thinks that personally taking action would damage the imperial authority, then I am willing to be the sharpest hammer in your hand!"

"Smash the main road above, and return the town to ruins below!"

"Anyone who dares to disrespect the squad leader, I, Yan Cong, will be the first to swear an oath against them!"