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

"grass!"

"This is going to kill me!"

The student's name was Chen Ming, from Class 2 of the third year of high school.

At this moment, the blood on his face had not yet dried, and terror had already exploded in his eyes.

Chen Ming turned and ran.

My shoe slipped hard on the grass, and I almost did a split on the spot.

But he didn't care about losing face.

The stream of light overhead had completely enveloped him.

That's not one person.

That was the entire ninth squad, carrying level seven combat soldiers, who slammed them down on him from mid-air!

"Hahaha……"

High in the sky, a maniacal laugh suddenly echoed.

The students on the playground suddenly looked up.

The students of Class 9 had already reached the highest point and were rapidly falling towards the ground.

The laughter came from one of the boys, whose clothes were wrinkled and whose hair was as messy as if he had just been struck by lightning.

"It's that crazy psychology committee member from Class 9, Li Shuiwang!"

"What is he doing?"

The crowd squinted.

The next second, they saw that Li Shuiwang had a colorful copper bell in his hand.

The colors were eerily vibrant, and the bell was engraved with a crooked pattern, sending chills down the spines of many who saw it.

Li Shuiwang grinned.

"Hahaha, try to escape?"

"Where to run to?"

"Please, Master You, arrest this scoundrel!"

The words fell.

He shook the copper bell violently.

"Clang clang clang..."

The moment the bell rang, Chen Ming, who was running wildly, felt as if an invisible hammer had slammed into his head.

"Buzz..."

His vision went black, and he instantly lost control of his body.

As soon as my left foot stepped out, my right foot uncontrollably darted across.

"Bang!"

His face and the playground ground engaged in an extremely brutal free-fighting battle.

The pain brought him back to his senses.

"Hahaha……"

"You can't escape now, can you?!"

There's no time to dwell on the pain; now, a celestial-level cultivation technique from the ancient subject of physics is being introduced—S=vt.

Li Ming instantly deduced that within the two seconds that he had lost consciousness and fallen,

Those guys from Class 9 were already within ten meters of him!

He suddenly rolled over, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Above, dozens of figures wielding dazzling weapons were raining down on him.

"grass!"

"Damn it!"

Chen Ming used both his hands and feet to kick backward frantically.

His posture no longer showed any trace of the imposing manner he had displayed when rebelling against the leader; he looked like a mutated zombie monster.

"madman!"

"Those lunatics in Class 9!"

"Isn't it just about getting an explanation?"

"Does the whole class really need to come out and attack me, each carrying a level seven weapon?!"

Chen Ming's teeth chattered, and all that remained in his mind was a series of devastating roars.

But the more he retreated, the more desperate he became.

Class 9 was falling too fast; he couldn't escape the attack range at all.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Chen Ming decided not to retreat.

He plopped down on the ground and looked up at the group of Class 9 students who had suddenly appeared.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with sorrow, and his voice was filled with grief.

"Everyone, remember this!"

"I am Chen Ming!"

"Martyred for the school to overthrow tyranny!"

The surrounding students were taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, emotions were completely ignited by that shout.

"Senior Chen!"

"Brother Chen!"

We will remember you!

"Farewell, senior!"

Many people's eyes turned red as they shouted.

Damn, Jiahao is really something else!

If you didn't know the background, you'd really think Class 9 was some kind of school bully.

Yan Congren, who was in mid-air, heard this and immediately burst into laughter.

"grass!"

"Even Old Dragon has never acted like this, how dare you, you little brat, act like this?"

He raised the sledgehammer high and brought it down hard on Chen Ming.

Chen Ming's throat was dry and his fingers were still trembling, but he forced his head up and looked directly at Yan Cong in mid-air.

He's gambling.

Even if Class 9 is crazy, they wouldn't dare to actually kill someone.

"Boom!"

The sledgehammer whizzed past his ear.

The turf exploded, splattering dirt and bits of grass all over Chen Ming's face.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The next moment, attacks from the other members of Class 9 also came down one after another.

The blade grazed his shoulder and slashed into the ground.

The sword flashed past his trouser leg.

The battle axe smashed at his feet, the impact numbing both his legs.

Every shot was just a little short.

None of the blows actually landed on him.

Chen Ming's tense shoulders gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

really.

He guessed right.

These guys are just trying to scare people.

They wouldn't dare to actually make a move!

Chen Ming not only led the students in resisting the tyrant Lu, but also refused to yield even under the threat of all the villains in Class 9.

This wave.

He's won so much he's completely obsessed!

Just as Chen Ming's heart was swelling to the point of almost flying, a sharp sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang in his ears.

"Whoosh—"

Chen Ming suddenly looked up.

A long spear descended from the sky!

His scalp tingled, and with the fastest speed he'd ever used in his life, he managed to do a crunch.

The spear pierced his crotch, its tip pinning him firmly to the ground through a piece of cloth.

Chen Ming froze, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Bang!"

A figure landed in front of the smoke and dust.

Ye Chen grabbed the still-trembling gun barrel.

"Whoosh!"

The spearhead was raised.

The smoke and dust were torn apart by the gunfire.

The cold tip of the gun came to a steady stop in front of Chen Ming's throat.

Ye Chen looked down at him with a cold gaze.

"So you're the one who led the men to surround Lao Lu and his group?"

A chill ran down the spine of the gun.

The students, who had been shouting in grief and indignation, fell silent instantly, as if their voices had been cut off by a hand.

Ye Chen spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Do they really think our Class 9 has no one?"

On his shoulder, the little girl made of hair carried a dagger like a big sword, and she also gave a fierce but cute snort.

"Insolent fool!"

"Do they really think Class 9 is easy to bully?"

Chen Ming felt ice-cold all over.

He looked around.

The students from Class 9 have already landed.

Yan Cong carried a large sledgehammer.

Zhuge Wangye smiled and waved the small flag in his hand.

Su Huaying squinted as she fiddled with a gourd.

……

Each of them carried a gleaming weapon, their eyes flashing with dangerous red light as they looked down on him.

"Gulp."

Chen Ming swallowed hard, just about to speak.

"Ye Chen!"

Yan Cong suddenly roared and charged forward, swinging his sledgehammer.

"Why are you wasting your breath talking to this bastard!"

"Wasn't he willing to sacrifice himself for the school in order to overthrow Lao Lu?"

"Just give in to his demands!"

Ye Chen's expression changed.

"Yan Cong, don't panic..."

"clang--"

The sledgehammer slammed into the butt of the gun.

Caught off guard, Ye Chen's spear flew out of his hand.

The gun barrel transformed into a streak of light, flying past Chen Ming's throat.

Blood splattered.

The spear pierced his right shoulder, dragging him backward as he flew out.

"Bang!"

Chen Ming was pinned to the soccer goalpost at the edge of the playground.

Blood streamed down his neck, and the gun barrel was still humming and trembling.

The entire room fell silent.

The students who had just been chanting "Unworthy of his position," "Overthrow the tyranny," and "Farewell, senior" all froze in place.

They stared wide-eyed at Chen Ming, who was nailed to the door frame, their minds blank.

They greeted their senior with a "farewell," and then, in a moment of excitement, they joined in with a couple of shouts.

Now, looking at the results...

It seems like the senior is really going to leave!