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

On the sky, the sound was there, but the images had not yet unfolded.

Ye Chuhao narrowed his eyes, and his mental energy suddenly spread out.

The student, who had just been yelling "Why?", had his voice suddenly cut off in his throat.

Their faces were pale, and they gripped their necks tightly with both hands, as if trying to tear away the invisible hand.

Ye Chuhao stood up.

The lazy air about him vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp edge that shone like a knife.

"Still barking?"

The moment the words fell, the air on the playground seemed to become heavier.

"Whoosh—"

Dozens of the most vocal students were pulled off the ground by mental force, flipped in mid-air, and crashed heavily onto the playground.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull thuds of knees hitting the ground echoed one after another.

The grass was dented by the kneeling, and the cracking sound of bones dislocating sent chills down one's spine.

The group of students were pinned to the ground by mental force and knelt down in unison facing Class 9.

The surroundings became quiet.

Even the students watching from a distance subconsciously held their breath.

After doing all this, Ye Chuhao withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards Su Huaying.

The coldness on his face vanished the moment he saw Xingyao; his eyebrows curved, and his whole demeanor softened.

"Come."

Xingyao had wanted to get out of Su Huaying's arms for a long time.

The moment she saw Ye Chuhao reach out, she instantly forgot all about being ashamed or scared.

She broke free from Su Huaying's embrace and threw herself into his arms.

Su Huaying stood there, her eyes deep and unfathomable, her lips twitching, but she ultimately said nothing.

Ye Chuhao looked down at the person in his arms, tightened his arms slightly, and lifted her up a little, chuckling softly.

"You miss me this much already, after just a short time without hugging me?"

"Whoosh—"

Xingyao's face flushed bright red instantly.

She raised her eyes and gave a fierce snort.

"Hmph, you...mind your own business!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she buried her face in Ye Chuhao's chest, not daring to lift her eyes even once.

Ye Chuhao chuckled and carried her back.

At this moment, Ye Chen had already wisely turned the leather chair around.

Lin Fan also came to Chen Ming's side, whose eyes were gloomy, and applied his exclusive "divine wound medicine" to him.

Ye Chuhao returned to the group of Class 9 and sat down with Xingyao in his arms.

He casually leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the group of students still kneeling on the ground.

The mental energy was released.

The moment the restraints were removed, the students gasped for breath like stranded fish.

One of the students suddenly looked up, his face filled with resentment.

"Ye Chuhao—"

Ye Chuhao's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and waved it.

At the same time, his mental power formed an invisible palm and slapped them.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out.

His head suddenly tilted to one side, and half of his face visibly swelled up.

"Clap clap clap—"

The slaps were delivered simultaneously, a series of synchronized slaps, not one was missed!

The group of people kneeling on the ground had their left cheeks swell up instantly, and their mouths were full of blood.

"Ye Chuhao, I..."

The first student to lash out in anger was Zhao Kuo, who had cornered Gao Yang in the toilet, in Lu Changming's first record.

He abruptly turned his head, his eyes filled with resentment, wanting to hurl insults again.

Ye Chuhao swung his hand back again.

"Snap—"

This is even more ruthless.

Teeth mixed with blood and foam flew out, and Zhao Kuo was so stunned by the blow that he saw stars before his eyes.

"Master...Chu..."

Even after two powerful and heavy palm strikes, Zhao Kuo was still able to speak.

But his companions couldn't take it anymore!

You were the one who spoke, so why are we all getting beaten up together!

"Zhao Kuo! Can you shut the fuck up?!"

"People will die!"

His companions on either side of him cursed viciously through their slurred speech.

Zhao Kuo choked, biting his two toothless gums, and finally, as if afraid of being beaten to death, he stopped talking with a gloomy face.

Ye Chuhao had no intention of letting these rats off the hook, but he wasn't in a hurry to continue the fight either.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, looking down at the person in his arms.

Xingyao's face was still red, but she had already secretly raised her eyes, which met his gaze.

"What? Still too shy to look at people?"

He reached out and pinched her cheek; it felt wonderful, warm and cozy like a piece of warm jade.

Xingyao shrank back, her eyes darting around, avoiding her gaze, and stammered as she spoke.

"I...I'm shy..."

Ye Chuhao couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"You're so funny."

"I'm not a toy."

Xingyao pouted, feigning dissatisfaction, but couldn't bring herself to slap his hand away.

Ye Chuhao was in an even better mood, and took the opportunity to pinch her cheeks, squeezing her little face like a goldfish.

"So, will you let me play or not?"

"Ugh... ugh."

Xingyao was pinched so hard she couldn't speak a complete sentence, so she could only keep nodding her little head.

The students around them, seeing this scene, mostly wore maternal smiles.

"Oh no... I bumped my ankle, what should I do?"

"Shhh... The top-tier teenage psychic and his stuttering little wife... Shhh..."

"what……"

Of course, this largely excludes the students from Class 9 and Zhao Kuo's group of students.

Ye Chen stood to the side, frowning, his face full of incomprehension.

"This guy slacks off all day and is now obsessed with women. How did he even manage to become an eighth-level mentalist?"

Yan Cong stroked his chin, feeling a surge of emotion.

"System, oh system, look at what others are doing."

"You're feeding me such good food from the start? Look at all the weird things you picked out for me at the beginning!?"

"These are all old fogies. If it weren't for my great perseverance, Brother Yan, if you had bound them to someone else, they would have been completely ruined!"

As he was grumbling to himself, a notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! A new target that can be bound has been detected... Return rate for this target: 100]

Yan Cong's eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his tune.

"Hey, Brother Tong, look at this mess, it's all my fault..."

Su Huaying crossed her arms over her chest, creating a striking curve.

She stared blankly at Ye Chuhao's doting smile, her eyes dimming for a moment.

I turned my head away, forcing my stinging eyes to stop looking.

As for Zhao Kuo and others,

Where is the sweetness in Ye Chuhao and Xingyao's interactions?

That's blatantly rubbing salt into their wounds!

This is like telling them,

How about I trample on the school rules you use to attack me right in front of you?

Hey, you don't believe I'm dating early?

If you're not happy about it, then you'll have to deal with it!

Zhao Kuo's chest heaved violently as he struggled to get up, but it felt like a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders; even the slightest movement caused him excruciating pain and made his vision blur.

"I……"

He was about to speak,

His two companions, their foreheads bulging with veins, immediately covered his mouth, even though they were enduring the excruciating pain of moving around!

"Zhao Kuo, can you at least shut up?!"

"I'm going to die!"

Ye Chuhao watched this scene, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

He raised his hand and gently tapped Xingyao's face with his fingertips.

"I'll show you something funny."

After saying that, he casually waved his hand toward Zhao Kuo.

"Snapped!"

The sound of slaps rang out again in unison.

Zhao Kuo and the others all turned their heads to one side, blood trickling down their lips.

Ye Chuhao smiled brightly.

"How about it, wanna play?"