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

"No!"

Lu Changming suddenly turned his head, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone.

"No one is allowed to leave this classroom today!"

"Especially you!"

Long Aotian remained silent for a moment, then silently turned off his phone.

Ye Chuhao rested his chin on his hand, his gaze returning to Xingyao.

"Little stutterer~"

Xingyao clutched the notebook warily.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?"

Ye Chuhao smiled, his eyes crinkling, his smile gentle and without a trace of aggression.

"It's nothing."

"Since you love recording my sleep so much, let me check what's written in your notebook."

Xingyao's fingers stiffened for a moment.

For a fleeting moment, she really wanted to hand the notebook over.

The class monitor in front of me is usually so lazy that he looks like he hasn't woken up yet.

But when he smiles seriously, he's so handsome he seems otherworldly.

How should I describe it?

It's as if the person smiling at you is a handsome, ethereal celestial being.

next second.

The golden aura that only Ye Chuhao could see was violently vibrating within Xing Yao.

She woke up with a start.

When Xingyao looked at Ye Chuhao again, she couldn't help but shudder.

She immediately hugged the notebook even tighter and shook her head like a rattle.

"No, no!"

"This is my privacy!"

Ye Chuhao withdrew his hand and sighed softly.

This girl's luck is ridiculously abundant.

They actually managed to break free from the slight sense of affinity emanating from my very soul.

interesting.

very interesting.

In the sky, Ai Kun continued:

"At first, I couldn't connect someone who skipped class every day with the Dragon King from later legends."

"Until we unearthed another site."

He raised his hand and slid it.

The discipline chart on the projection screen disappeared, replaced by a video.

"Dear friends, please watch the video."

The screen is shaking.

That was from a drone's perspective.

Below the camera is an endless desert.

Yellow sand churned, and the sky and earth were vast and empty.

[Host, where is this?]

Why the sudden change to looking at the desert?

【What does it mean? 】

Wasn't the Dragon King from Nanjing?

In the classroom.

The moment Long Aotian saw that desert, his fist clenched slightly.

Others can't tell.

He recognized him at a glance.

That's North Africa.

It was the place where he lived for ten years.

It is also the true location of the Dragon King's Palace.

The video continues to move forward.

The drone began its descent.

Deep in the yellow sand, some black dots appeared.

As the camera zoomed in, everyone could see that the black dots were actually the spires of buildings buried in sand.

Beneath the ruins, countless figures are still digging.

Finally, the image freezes.

A dark gold plaque emerged halfway from the sand.

Three large characters are engraved on it.

Dragon King's Palace.

【? ? ? 】

[Dragon King's Palace?]

[I'm a geographer, and based on the topography and wind direction, this place is most likely in North Africa.]

What is the connection between North Africa and the vice-monitor of Nanjing University?

[Skipping class every day to go to North Africa? Is that reasonable?]

Aikun's smile grew increasingly excited as he watched the comments section.

"Guys, the host won't keep you in suspense any longer."

"Today, let's unveil the first layer of this Dragon King's legend."

"Dragon King, whose real name is Long Aotian."

"This big shot squandered his first twenty years."

【What does it mean? 】

[A genius start?]

[Abandoned son of the family?]

The students in Class 9 also perked up their ears.

Even Lu Changming stopped hitting him with the ruler.

Aikun raised a finger.

"As we all know, the martial arts realm was divided into nine levels five thousand years ago."

"Martial Apprentice, Martial Artist, Martial Master, Grand Martial Master, Half-Step Grandmaster, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Celestial Being, Land Immortal."

I know, I know, I'm sick of memorizing history lessons.

[Hurry up, streamer!]

Stop posting nonsense! I want to see the Dragon King show off!

Aikun smiled.

"You can all guess."

"What realm was the Dragon King at when he was eighteen?"

The comments section immediately started scrolling.

[An eighteen-year-old martial artist is already quite outstanding.]

[If it's the Dragon King, shall we start as martial arts masters?]

[The scope is too narrow; it should at least be a Grand Martial Arts Master.]

Be bold, you're almost a grandmaster!

[An eighteen-year-old half-step Grandmaster? Impossible!]

As Lu Changming watched the increasingly outrageous guesses in the comments section, he couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

The next second, he turned around abruptly.

"Long Aotian!"

Long Aotian's body trembled.

"arrive!"

Lu Changming narrowed his eyes.

"You've got guts now."

"Come on, tell me yourself."

"You Dragon King, what realm are you at now?"

The whole class gasped.

Long Aotian remained silent for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Changming gritted his teeth, "Afraid it'll scare this useless teacher away if it's too high?"

"Not high."

Long Aotian looked up at the sky, his aura completely transformed, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

His gaze swept over everyone in the class, and he could no longer suppress the smile on his lips.

"So..."

at the same time.

On the sky, Ai Kun slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing throughout the entire planet.

"Grandmaster!!!"

Ai Kun's voice crashed down from the sky.

Lu Changming's hand holding the ruler trembled violently.

The tip of the wooden ruler struck a student's desk with a thud.

Holy crap!

[Eighteen years old? A grandmaster? Streamer, don't scare me!]

[The Dragon King! This is the true Dragon King!]

In the sky, Ai Kun slammed his hand on the table.

"My darlings! Grandmasters!"

"Eighteen years old!"

"Pay attention, it's not eighty years old, nor thirty-eight, it's eighteen!"

"This Dragon King, at the age of eighteen, had already reached the pinnacle of the martial arts world!"

The comments were scrolling by too fast.

White, red, gold, layer upon layer.

"Grandmaster?"

Lu Changming stared at Long Aotian, his throat feeling like it was blocked by something.

Grandmaster.

There are fewer than 100 registered individuals in the entire country.

Each one of them is a powerful figure capable of ruling a region.

The provincial government officials would invite him to the main seat upon seeing him.

The martial arts association will open a special file upon seeing this.

In the event of an emergency beast tide, the military may even proactively invite grandmasters to assist in the defense.

And now.

The vice class monitor in my class is a nationally recognized loser who skips class every day, doesn't hand in homework, and whose blood pressure test score never exceeds 100.

He's actually a grandmaster?

Lu Changming felt a current rush up his spine and straight to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.

"Grandmaster...?"

His voice even carried a hint of respect.

"dragon……"

"Um?"

Long Aotian's lips curled into a smile as he interrupted him, "Old Lu, watch your words! I'm a Grandmaster now!"

Lu Changming's lips twitched.

The words "Long Aotian, you little brat!" were stuck in my throat.

He took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Student Long?"

"You're... really a grandmaster?"