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

Whoosh!

A chalk eraser flew past Long Aotian's scalp and slammed hard onto the podium.

boom!

Chalk dust exploded everywhere.

A cold glint flashed in Long Aotian's eyes, and his palms gripped the edge of the table almost instinctively.

Who?

That bastard is so blind! He actually dared to lay a hand on me!!

He turned around abruptly.

But the next second, he saw Lu Changming walking over with a ruler in his hand.

Lu Changming laughed, a laugh that sent chills down the spines of the entire class.

"The Dragon King, is it?"

"You used to pretend to be trash, right?"

"You've been eating my monster flesh for three years for free, haven't you?"

The pressure on Long Aotian's palm instantly loosened.

"Old Lu..."

He felt the seal within the ring, then awkwardly turned his head, saying, "Give me some face..."

There's still half a day left.

Only after three years will his seal be completely broken.

More importantly, Lao Lu was right.

He did eat the flesh of demonic beasts for those three years.

Although those resources meant nothing to him.

But Lu Changming didn't know that.

Lu Changming genuinely bought them back for them, one dollar at a time, from his own salary.

"Give me some face?"

Lu Changming grabbed a ruler and swung it at Long Aotian's head. "Have you ever given me any face, you little brat?"

Snapped!

The ruler fell, and Long Aotian bowed his head.

Snapped!

Another one.

This dragon king, who would one day command the kneeling envoys of a hundred nations, remained completely silent at this moment.

Long Aotian covered his face, silently enduring it.

"There's only half a day left before the three-year self-imposed seclusion period ends. I can't act impulsively!"

"Once you act impulsively, all your previous efforts will be wasted!"

"Besides, I am indeed in the wrong..."

"Endure! Endure!"

Yan Cong silently moved to the side, leaving only half of his buttocks on the chair.

He looked at Long Aotian with pity.

Old Dragon, Old Dragon, I wouldn't save you if we weren't brothers.

I really can't expose myself.

I have over a hundred goddesses in my contacts waiting for me to shower them with love and care!

I haven't even had enough of the rewards from breaking through to a higher realm yet!

Upon witnessing this scene, the students in the class instinctively shrank back, some even avoiding eye contact.

He was terrified of getting into a death stare with the furious Lao Lu, which would drag him down with him.

Only Ye Chuhao rested his chin on his hand, watching with great interest.

"Tsk tsk tsk, interesting, very interesting."

"Isn't this much more interesting than fighting and killing?"

Xingyao secretly glanced at him.

Then he turned to the side and quickly wrote a line on the notebook.

[The class monitor's status today: Seemingly gloating, smiling like the mastermind behind it all.]

Ai Kun's voice came again from the sky.

"Don't laugh yet, kids."

"To be honest, seeing such new burial objects in a tomb that is over 5,000 years old, I have the same thought as you."

"I even suspect that the Holy Master's tomb may have been visited by grave robbers."

"This thing looks like a provocation deliberately left for those who come after."

He paused.

"But after professional testing and verification of the environment of the Holy Teacher's Tomb, we confirmed that this is indeed an artifact from five thousand years ago."

[Host, I'm not very educated, don't try to fool me.]

Add one.

[Five thousand years without oxidation? Is martial arts civilization really that outrageous?]

Could this ring be some kind of magical artifact?

Ai Kun shrugged.

"When the test report was placed in front of me, my first reaction was not to believe it."

"But here's the problem."

"We have unearthed more than a dozen burial objects that are in near-new condition."

The live chat exploded.

[A dozen or so items?]

Are they all divine artifacts?

Are all of these gifts from the Dragon King to the Holy Master?

In the classroom.

Lu Changming paused in his grip on the ruler.

He looked at Long Aotian, and the anger in his eyes subsided slightly.

This kid treats school rules like a decoration, skips classes at the drop of a hat, and is one of the most troublesome troublemakers for him.

Unexpectedly, even after his death, this kid still remembered him, his homeroom teacher.

Lu Changming's heart softened.

He then scanned the entire class.

The students immediately got busy.

Someone was looking down and flipping through a book.

Someone was arranging the silver needles.

Someone is pretending to tie their shoelaces.

Some people stared at the blank textbooks as if they were trying to comprehend a peerless martial arts technique.

Only Ye Chuhao blinked at him.

Lu Changming's forehead twitched.

He gripped the ruler tightly again.

Ye Chuhao!

You better not get caught by me!

Just as Lu Changming was about to turn around and walk towards the last row, Ai Kun added a sentence in the sky.

"No, this is the only one that belongs to the Dragon King."

"Every other item came from a different student in that legendary class."

Lu Changming stopped in his tracks.

The emotion on his face froze instantly.

awkward.

Very embarrassing.

【Oh? So each person gets one?】

[The Holy Master: Pinch the clown's nose!]

[Stop getting sentimental, tell us about the Dragon King!]

I want to know what exactly happened to the Dragon King!

Aikun put down the sealed box and raised his hand to point in the air.

The projection screen beside me lit up.

A yellowed form appeared before everyone's eyes.

Discipline Record Sheet for Class 9, Grade 12, Jinling Martial Arts High School

Duty Officer: Xingyao.

Monday: The vice class monitor skipped class, the class monitor slept, the academic representative played with broken stones, and the mental health representative fell ill.

Tuesday: The vice class monitor skipped class, the class monitor slept, the hygiene monitor made voodoo dolls, and the sports monitor and library monitor scribbled nonsense.

Wednesday: The class monitor was sleeping, and the information committee member, the life committee member, and the discipline committee member were playing on their phones.

Thursday: The vice class monitor skipped class, the class monitor slept, the safety committee member cleaned a dagger, and the propaganda committee member committed fraud.

Friday: The vice class monitor skips class, the class monitor sleeps, the art committee member listens to music, and the Youth League secretary draws pictures.

……

The entire Class 9 froze.

Xingyao's hand holding the notebook trembled.

It’s over.

How did her duty log get unearthed?

Ye Chuhao slowly turned his head to look at her.

"Xingyao, my classmate."

"You remember things very well."

Xingyao shrank her neck.

She wasn't very tall, and the sleeves of her school uniform always stretched out a bit too long. Her round eyes looked incredibly innocent.

But the notebook she was holding in her arms was clearly not innocent at all.

"I...I was just doing my duty diligently."

"There is absolutely no personal criticism included."

Ye Chuhao raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't even asked you if you've complained."

Xingyao: "..."

Help.

I let it slip.

The live chat was already in stitches.

Holy crap! This is the legendary class?!

The class monitor is sleeping, the vice-monitor is skipping class, and the mental health representative is mentally unhealthy.

Is it reasonable for the class monitor to play with broken stones and the hygiene monitor to make voodoo dolls?

In a sense, this class is indeed legendary.

[Host, so who is the Dragon King? The class monitor?]

[I'm betting on the Safety Committee! The Dragon King immediately recognized his strength.]

[I'm betting on the class monitor; he must be practicing some kind of dream-based martial arts while he's sleeping!]

Aikun smiled and shook his head.

"None of them are correct."

"Dragon King is the vice class monitor who skips class every day."

The whole class looked at Long Aotian again.

Long Aotian closed his eyes.

Lu Changming turned his face away, his ears starting to feel hot.

Embarrassing.

So embarrassing.

His reputation as a holy teacher, which he had not yet taken office, had already been thoroughly exposed by his descendants five thousand years later.

Long Aotian then raised his hand.

With his other hand, he pressed down hard on the phone in his pocket.

On the screen, several incoming calls, including "Xuanwu," "Wife," and "Zhuque," popped up one after another.

"Teacher, I would like to ask for leave."