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

[Before reading this chapter, please search for the song "A Great Hero in Troubled Times," it's quite catchy!]

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

Ye Chen still had that fake smile on his face.

He bowed slightly, his posture so respectful that there was not a single fault in it.

"only……"

"Alright."

Ye Chuhao raised his hand, interrupting him directly.

He slowly slipped his other hand into his pocket, the hem of his school uniform billowing in the night breeze.

He still looked lazy, but the moment he moved, everyone in Class 9 fell silent.

Ye Chen's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

The plan succeeded.

He really did resemble a minister bowing and retiring from court, stepping aside half a step.

The students in Class 9, as if they had rehearsed beforehand, automatically split into two lines.

They only caught up half a step behind Ye Chuhao after he walked out from the middle.

A group of students, armed with level 7 weapons, walked out with an absurd yet oppressive aura amidst the darkness and the interplay of the playground lights.

Just then.

On the right side of the group, Tong Jingcheng pulled out a speaker from somewhere and excitedly hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"Sizzle—"

The speaker vibrated.

The next second, an inexplicably exciting prelude exploded.

"Clatter...clatter clatter!"

"Dominating the world... I roam freely... admired by all..."

"A force to be reckoned with... I'll never look back..."

"A complete upheaval..."

The group from Class 9 rushed out to the beat of the drums, their steps conveying the spirit of someone going into battle.

The neutral students watching the spectacle immediately brightened up.

Watching this group of people walk against the lights at the edge of the playground, their school uniforms fluttering in the wind, accompanied by this catchy song, I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Holy crap."

"What if he's a bit handsome?"

"It's making me want to follow them and take a few steps!!"

But at some point, the group of reactionary students who hadn't rescued their leader but had instead hidden behind Chen Ming began to tremble with fear.

"handsome?"

"Where is he handsome?"

They only saw a group of vicious men carrying weapons walking towards them.

Coupled with that creepy music, it's enough to scare you to death!

"Let me go!"

"Sir! Let me out!"

"Class 9 has gone mad! They'll actually resort to violence!"

Some people were so terrified that they started ramming into the wall of soldiers from the First Division of the State Guard, trying to challenge the authority of the stun gun.

The soldiers of the First Division of the State Protection Army remained expressionless.

"Back off!"

Nobody listened.

"Final warning, back off!"

The students still tried to force their way in.

next second.

"Sizzle!"

An electric shock exploded.

The first few students screamed and fell to the ground, their limbs twitching, still shouting.

"Stop electrifying me!"

"I'll back out! I'll back out, okay?!"

"Ahhhhh—"

The screams, mixed with the rousing music, added to the terrifying and tense atmosphere.

The students behind Chen Ming collapsed to the ground, not to mention Chen Ming himself.

He was no longer in pain, no longer suffering from blood loss or dizziness, but was frightened away by the approaching Class 9 members.

He watched Ye Chuhao approach step by step, and felt his throat go dry.

"clatter."

Ye Chuhao stopped two meters away from him.

He didn't speak.

"Da da da".

The students from Class 9 then gathered around.

They didn't stand in front of Ye Chuhao; they were all half a step too short.

But it was this half-step that made everything clear to everyone.

The only person in Class 9 who was truly waiting to speak was this useless class monitor.

Yan Cong, carrying a large sledgehammer, grinned at Chen Ming.

Li Shuiwang tilted his head, a low laugh escaping his throat, the colorful copper bell in his hand still swaying gently.

Zhuge Wang stood beside him with a smile, a small flag in his sleeve moving without wind.

The few remaining die-hard students behind Chen Ming, upon seeing this scene, felt their legs go weak and sat down on the ground.

"Clatter".

"Clatter".

They weren't touched at all.

But that fear had already crushed them.

Ye Chuhao tilted his head slightly.

"Little Leaf".

Ye Chen's eyelids twitched, but he still smiled and moved closer.

"Squad leader, please speak."

Ye Chuhao smiled.

"Bring me a chair."

Ye Chen suddenly had a very bad feeling.

Next second,

Ye Chuhao added slowly.

"Go to the principal's office and bring his leather chair over."

"I want to sit down within ten seconds."

Ye Chen's smile froze.

The principal's office is in the southeast corner. The playground is in the northwest corner; the round trip is nearly three kilometers.

ten seconds.

It's right at the threshold of the Grandmaster speed line.

This isn't just moving chairs.

This was forcing him to reveal his true colors in front of Ye Long.

Ye Chen's hands, clasped behind his back, were making a cracking sound with his knuckles.

it is good.

very nice.

He had just brought Ye Chuhao in front of everyone and put him on the defensive.

Ye Chuhao retaliated and returned the handcuff!

I never expected this old guy to hold a grudge like that!

Ye Chuhao even patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"What's wrong?"

"Our security committee can't do it?"

He sighed, his voice full of regret.

"You know me, the class monitor."

"If I can sit, I don't want to stand."

"Without chairs, this probably wouldn't be possible..."

"Wow!"

Ye Chen suddenly gritted his teeth and interrupted.

Ye Chuhao smiled brightly and patted his shoulder heavily.

"Then I'll leave it to the safety committee."

"Go and come back quickly!"

Ye Chen's chest rose and fell slightly.

The next second, he turned around abruptly.

"Bang!"

The grass beneath their feet instantly exploded, creating a deep crater.

"Whoosh!"

His figure seemed to be swallowed by the night, disappearing from the spot in an instant.

"A clever tactic..."

Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Poor Old Ye."

Yan Cong clicked his tongue, but his grief for his brother quickly turned into admiration for the squad leader.

"The class monitor really learned from me..."

The playground fell silent.

"What...what just darted out like that?"

A student noticed, in a flash, that there was an empty seat next to Ye Chuhao.

"It seems to be Ye Chen from Class 9, the one who always carries a snakeskin bag and hangs around near School Beauty Gu?!"

"He's that strong too?"

"How many normal people are left in Class 9?"

On the high platform.

Ye Long stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the direction where Ye Chen had disappeared.

His gaze slowly darkened.

"ten."

"Nine."

"eight."

He counted down in his mind.

Ye Chuhao heard the almost inaudible countdown in the distance and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He turned around, a smile on his lips, and sat back as if there really was a chair behind him.

"three."

"Whoosh!"

A dark shadow tore through the night from afar.

The leather seats were violently thrown at us.

"squeak--"

The chair legs slid rapidly along the lawn, leaving a trail of sparks and lightning.

The speed was too fast; the entire chair was spinning, like an out-of-control cannonball, crashing straight into Ye Chuhao's back.

"We're going to crash!"

Some of the younger students gasped in surprise.

"Is this how senior students interact?"

"This feels a bit too much..."

Everyone in Class 9 saw it.

Nobody stopped them.

This move was clearly Ye Chen's countermeasure.

He vented his anger at being outmaneuvered, and also took the opportunity to test Ye Chuhao's limits.

Only Xingyao's eyes reddened with anxiety.

She was being held by Su Huaying, and she tried to struggle downwards.

"Class...class monitor!"

"Be careful...!"

Su Huaying held her down, but her gaze also fell on Ye Chuhao.

next moment.

"Buzz".

An invisible wave emanated from Ye Chuhao.

Everyone present felt a gentle evening breeze brush against their cheeks.

then.

The leather seat, which was flying towards Ye Chuhao with sparks, suddenly stopped when it was only half an inch away from his back.

The rotation stops, the chair back returns to its upright position, and the chair legs touch the ground.

It was as stable as if it had always been there.

Ye Chuhao leaned back and sat down in the chair.

Not a penny more.

Not a penny less.

He leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Um."

"Pretty punctual."