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

next second.

The screams deafened the playground.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Something's happened!"

"Class 9 committed murder!"

"Run!"

The resistance army, which had been united just moments before, was thrown into chaos in the blink of an eye.

Someone fell down.

Someone screamed.

Some people scrambled and crawled out.

"Well……"

Chen Ming struggled to move his eyes on the door frame.

He forced out a whistling sound from his throat.

"I...I'm not dead yet..."

"Help...help me!"

He raised his hand.

I wish that one of those students who were shouting that they would remember him would turn around and look at him, and lend him a hand.

No.

Everyone was busy escaping.

From being adored by thousands to being ignored by everyone, Class 9 only needed one shot.

On the high platform directly in front of the playground.

Ye Long stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching this scene.

The adjutant's expression changed slightly.

"Commander, should we intervene?"

"It seems like things have gotten out of hand over there."

Ye Long's gaze remained calm.

His senses had already scanned Chen Ming's injuries.

The wound was frightening, and there was a lot of blood, but the vital organs were avoided.

That kid wielding the sledgehammer has some tricks up his sleeve!

"Master Lin's apprentice is over there."

"He'll be fine."

The adjutant's pupils contracted slightly.

"Is that the divine physician mentioned in the celestial canopy Brother Lin?"

When Lin Fan was around ten years old, he was taken by Elder Lin to Zhenguo First Normal School for a period of time.

At that time, his medical skills, which could bring someone back from the brink of death, almost made a group of white-haired military doctors kneel down and become his disciples.

Now another seven or eight years have passed.

His medical skills are only going to be more terrifying.

Ye Long nodded slightly.

"Um."

"Let a group move past to maintain order, and prevent a stampede."

The adjutant immediately stood at attention.

"yes!"

He turned and gave the order.

"A clump!"

"Maintain order!"

"yes!"

Soldiers from the First Division of the State Guard quickly pressed forward.

Soldiers switched to stun guns and formed a human wall outside the chaotic area.

Ye Long looked at the location of Class 9, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This is a good opportunity to observe Class 9.

Just how much stuff are these kids in Class 9 hiding?

Who is the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?

and also……

His gaze swept past the chaotic crowd and landed on the boy with the strange creature perched on his shoulder.

Ye Chen stared at Yan Cong with a grim expression.

Ye Long murmured softly.

"You brat."

Could it be you?

the other side.

Soldiers from the First Division of the State Security Forces have formed a human wall to block the fleeing students.

"Stop!"

A cold, harsh rebuke rang out.

The panicked students crashed into the human wall, only to be forcefully stopped and pushed back.

"Sir, please let us leave!"

"Something's happened inside!"

"The students from Class 9 actually made a move!"

"They're all crazy!"

Some students cried and tried to pry open the soldier's arms.

next second.

"Click—"

A row of stun guns were loaded simultaneously.

The soldiers were expressionless, their guns lowered, yet they exuded an undeniable aura of authority.

"This is the last warning."

"Back off!!!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

As soon as the stun gun of the First Division of Zhenguo lowered its muzzle, the students who had been crowding in front of the soldiers instantly retreated.

A full meter.

They left faster than they could grab lunch after class!

Clearly, the psychological trauma of being hit by this thing has taken a significant place in their minds.

After all, getting shot by this thing would most likely result in you leaking urine on the spot...

Between the possibility of losing their lives and the certainty of losing face, they decisively chose the former.

As the saying goes, one can die but not lose face.

They would rather be closer to Class 9 than leave behind an indelible stain on their history in front of the whole school.

As the crowd dispersed, the center of the playground immediately became empty.

The members of Class 9 stood in a circle, each carrying a Level 7 weapon, their lights shimmering in the night.

Chen Ming was also nailed to the soccer goalpost.

Blood streamed down his shoulder; his face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and the light in his eyes, which had been shining with the desire to "overthrow tyranny," was gone.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout for help, but seeing the looks in the eyes of the group from Class 9, he swallowed his voice back.

Yan Cong carried the sledgehammer and picked at his ear with his other hand.

"Hey, Lao Ye."

"What should we do with this kid?"

Ye Chen took a deep breath, intending to suppress his anger at this guy's sudden attack.

But the more you inhale, the more air you get!

The next second, he turned his head sharply and roared through gritted teeth.

"We're here to stand up for you!"

"We're not here to kill anyone!"

He really wanted to smash Yan Cong's head with a gun.

He hadn't yet figured out the whole story behind Chen Ming's matter.

If someone dies, the reason that Class 9 originally had will be torn apart by public opinion in an instant.

At that time, Lu Changming, Ye Chuhao, and Xing Yao will all be dragged into this mess.

Yan Cong flicked his fingers in disdain.

"Hey, you've been a rich kid for too long, you're always thinking too much and worrying about everything."

He sneered.

"Does this mean we have to go through the mediation process?"

"And in the end, all you got was an apology?"

"What good is that!"

"Didn't they disgust us? Didn't Lao Lu and the squad leader suffer humiliation?"

"I hate it when your dad apologizes afterwards!"

"The true essence is to settle scores on the spot!"

"Good, good."

Zhuge Wang nodded with a smile, gently waving the small flag in his hand.

"What Yan Congshan said makes some sense."

"No, no, no!"

Yan Cong's eyes lit up immediately, and he straightened his back.

"Look, even the Prime Minister says I'm a kind person!"

A vein throbbed on Ye Chen's forehead.

"Oh shit,"

"The term 'good person' he used is just a title, like a monk calling someone a benefactor!"

"You really think this is a compliment for your good deeds?"

On his shoulder, Xiao Ai, holding a dagger, shook her head with a look of disgust.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"It's terrible to be uncultured."

Yan Cong's smug expression froze for a moment.

He coughed twice, forcefully bringing the conversation back on track.

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business first."

"What should we do with this kid?"

Long Aotian is gone.

Lu Ming was still staring at the spinning loading screen on the sky.

The class monitor was also involved.

Of all the people who rushed over to support him, only Ye Chen, the safety committee member, still has any real say.

"First……"

Ye Chen had just opened his mouth when he suddenly paused.

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and his body stiffened.

The next second, he lowered his voice and glared at Yan Cong through gritted teeth.

"You son of a bitch."

Did you just shout my name super loudly?

Yan Cong, who had been standing casually, suddenly straightened up.

His instinct was to turn around and look at the platform.

Ye Chen grabbed his shoulder, his teeth practically grinding to powder.

"Don't look back!"

Yan Cong's eyes darted around, and his voice was weak.

"Cough, I got excited for a moment."

"Forgot your father...forgot your elder is still up there."

Ye Chen closed his eyes.

He really wanted to shoot this guy and nail him to the door frame.

His deadbeat father is definitely watching from the high platform.

Yan Cong's shout just now probably attracted Ye Long's attention.

Ye Chen's heart sank.

I can't take the blame for this.

At the very least, he couldn't let Ye Long keep watching him.

He waved to a few people in the class who could communicate normally.

Yan Cong, Han Li, Lin Fan, and Zhuge Wang also quickly approached.

Yan Cong also quickly moved closer.

Several people formed a small circle.

Ye Chen leaned down, his voice extremely low.

"I have some personal reasons right now, and it's inconvenient for me to come forward."

"But I have a great idea!"

Yan Cong immediately moved closer.

"Say it!"

Ye Chen's lips slowly curled upwards.

"Let the class monitor handle it."

Yan Cong was taken aback.

"what?"

"We're here to stand up for him!"

"No."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes.

Have you noticed a problem?

Han Li answered very quickly.

"He's utterly useless."

Ye Chen glanced at him.

A glint of light flashed in Han Li's eyes.

"It's gone too far."

"right."

Ye Chen nodded.

"Too useless, in fact, doesn't seem like useless."

Yan Cong scratched his head, his eyes so clear they made one's blood pressure rise.

"But didn't the principal already verify it?"

Zhuge Wang shook his head and chuckled.

"No, no."

"There are countless secret techniques in the world, and there is always one that can conceal the meridians."

Ye Chen continued, "There's one more thing."

"Don't you guys think the way that Desolate Emperor on the sky speaks sounds a lot like that bastard?"