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

Xingyao spread her arms, blocking Tang Fei and Ye Chuhao.

She only reached Tang Fei's shoulder.

Her fair face still carried a hint of timidity, her soft, long hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, her eyes were red at the corners, and her almond-shaped eyes were brimming with tears.

Mingming was so scared that her body was shaking.

She was so nervous that she crumpled the notebook she was holding.

But she still stood there, like a little bird that was trembling with fear but still spread its wings to protect others.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who had clean features, was timid yet excessively beautiful, Tang Fei felt a strange urge to protect her.

His favorite saying, "Women only slow down the speed of drawing a sword," almost shattered into pieces at this moment.

next second.

He shook his head violently.

wrong!

My mom was right.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is!

She almost shattered my Dao heart!

Tang Fei frowned.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't block my conversation with this gentleman, move aside!"

This sound fell.

Xingyao's body trembled even more violently.

But she still bit her lip tightly.

Then, with the loudest voice of her life, she shouted:

"You...you!"

"Don't bully the class monitor!"

The sound wasn't actually loud, but it attracted the attention of many students who had nothing else to watch.

Outside the crowd.

Yan Cong's ears twitched, and his eyes lit up instantly.

He nudged Ye Chen next to him.

"Come on, come on, there's some juicy gossip!"

Ye Chen didn't move.

He was still frowning as he stared at the sky.

Yan Cong glanced at him and immediately understood.

This guy is clearly still pondering what the Desolate Emperor just said.

The assessment is complete.

A second-generation military officer who says one thing but does another.

Yan Cong no longer hesitated and quietly squeezed into the crowd.

As soon as he went inside, he saw Tang Fei glare at Xing Yao and casually utter a curse.

"nerve."

After saying that, Tang Fei wanted to bypass her and go find Ye Chuhao.

Yan Cong's eyes widened in surprise.

No.

How could you insult such a cute girl?

They're still from Class 9!

Can this be tolerated?

He was about to rush out when he suddenly seemed to see something and abruptly pulled his outstretched leg back.

In the field.

Xingyao was stunned.

The words she finally mustered the courage to say were met with a dismissive rebuke.

That last bit of courage she had been holding onto crumbled instantly, and tears streamed down her porcelain-white face.

Tang Fei sneered.

"Ha, women."

"You think you can break my Dao Heart? Not a chance!"

He bypassed Xingyao directly.

Xingyao bit her lip, still trying to move to block him.

However, on the physical fitness test chart, she and Ye Chuhao were both at the bottom of the class in terms of blood and energy.

In addition, she was naturally afraid of people.

That shout just now had exhausted all her energy.

As soon as she moved, her legs went weak.

Hey! Bro!

Tang Fei raised his hand and smiled at Ye Chuhao.

"Let me tell you..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

His voice suddenly caught in his throat.

It wasn't that I was stunned.

It was as if an invisible hand had forcefully gripped his throat.

Ye Chuhao reached out and put his arm around Xingyao, whose legs were weak.

He looked down at the little stutterer in his arms, her eyes brimming with tears.

When she looked up again, there was no trace of a smile in her eyes.

Tang Fei suffered cardiac arrest.

The gaze fell upon him as if looking at a speck of dust.

The so-called Dao heart shattered into nothingness in that instant.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

mom!

You only ever tell me that the prettier a woman is, the more dangerous she is.

Why didn't you mention that behind every dangerous woman stands an even more dangerous man?

Ye Chuhao spoke calmly.

"What are you trying to say?"

The ban has been lifted.

"Clatter!"

Tang Fei's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The surrounding students all looked over.

"Hey, isn't that Tang Fei from Class 3? Why is he sitting on the ground?"

"Look, isn't that the class monitor of Class 9?"

"It really is! That useless class monitor from Class 9, who's good at hitting people but has the lowest stamina?"

"Useless class monitor? Didn't those two from Class 9 just say that the principal suspected he was the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

"Bullshit!"

"I have a rumor that the principal personally examined him, and he still has no meridians."

"Even if he has something hidden, he couldn't possibly be someone like the Desolate Heavenly Emperor."

"Oh, I see."

"Why is Tang Fei so scared?"

"He probably made someone's girlfriend cry, and when he found out she was the class monitor of Class 9, his legs went weak."

"Tsk tsk tsk, he actually got scared to the ground by a useless squad leader. He's a bit too paranoid, isn't he?"

Tang Fei's face flushed as he listened to the surrounding chatter.

Embarrassing.

What a shame!

Class monitor of Class 9?

That rumored real loser who seems least like a hidden master?

How could I be scared by someone like this?

His temper flared up instantly.

"No, what do you mean?"

Tang Fei suddenly looked up.

"Who is she to you? What does her crying have to do with me? You fucking glare at me..."

He had only said half of what he was going to say.

Ye Chuhao's cold gaze fell upon him once more.

Tang Fei froze again.

He felt like he was going to be crushed into pieces any second.

One instance could be described as an illusion.

Twice?

Oh shit.

We've messed with a tough nut to crack!

This guy is definitely not a waste!

Others couldn't see the oppressive aura directed solely at Tang Fei; they only saw him stop abruptly halfway through his sentence.

A group of people looked completely bewildered.

Just then, someone whispered a reminder.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop looking! Tyrant Lu is here!"

The students' expressions changed, and they immediately looked away.

No one dared to stop them.

Lu Changming has arrived.

He held a ruler in one hand and a thermos in the other.

At Jinling Martial Arts School, Lu Changming's status was no lower than that of the grade's dean of students.

More importantly, this old guy's fierce protectiveness of his own is known throughout the school.

Anyone who maliciously provokes Class 9.

At best, martial arts resources will be reduced by 30%.

In severe cases, the punishment might include extra training in a gravity chamber, a report on the dissection of a monster, and a martial arts history booklet.

As Lu Changming approached, the first thing he saw was Xingyao, her eyes brimming with tears, in Ye Chuhao's arms.

His brows furrowed instantly.

"What happened?"

No one spoke.

Lu Changming's voice trailed off.

"I'm asking you, what happened?"

Tang Fei realized he could speak again, so he didn't dare to argue anymore.

He got up, not daring to lift his head.

"It's alright, it's alright, teacher."

"I accidentally made that female classmate cry."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

As he spoke, he bowed to Xingyao.

"You made my students cry?"

Lu Changming gripped the ruler tightly.

"What class are you in? What's your name?"

"Class 3, Tang Fei."

"Your martial arts resources will be reduced by 30% over the next week!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Tang Fei nodded repeatedly, not daring to utter a single word in response.

Right now, all he wants is to escape this place as quickly as possible.

But some students nearby couldn't stand it anymore.

On what grounds?

Can Lu Changming punish students in other classes with just a single sentence?

Tang Fei was punished today, will it be their turn tomorrow?

Someone has to step forward!

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