Chapter 91: Is the Class Monitor Going to Resign?

When youth is mentioned, study and sports are always part of the picture.

Whether a boy or a girl excels in the classroom or on the field, they cannot help but wear, in the eyes of their peers, a halo of admiration.

Of course, that only holds if they are good-looking.

The badminton match in gym class had just now drawn quite a few classmates to watch, and what astonished everyone most was Lin Mengqiu’s level of play.

There are plenty of girls who are good at studying, but girls who are good at sports...

After a brief bout of wild speculation, a sudden roar of wind came from overhead. I cried out and thought, no good—hastily and instinctively pressing myself close to the coffin.

Now that the Lord of the Forbidden Gods was no longer interfering in the battle, how could the few of them, having recovered somewhat, possibly let Chu Yan go?

A Xiu grabbed my arm and began dragging me inside. I thought that to anyone who did not know better, it would seem as though you liked me, when in truth I was nothing more than the test subject your father used in his research on an elixir of immortality.

Wei Jie’s explanation was also rather laborious. In truth, he knew very little about military sand tables himself, so his account was somewhat stiff and dry, but Liu Muzhi seemed to understand.

Our flashlight flickered twice before turning a yellowish brown. I knew that shot from Jiazi’s Leg must have taken care of Zhang Sigui.

I cleared my throat and was about to tell him what happened after I finished reading the sand painting in the great hall of the Bronze Fishing Village when suddenly an alarm rang through our room, a clear ding-ding, and the wall lamps on both sides began flashing frantically.

Inside was something like six flags joined into a single piece, each flag a different color, all of them radiating a misty glow.

“Young master, what do you mean by that? Do you think we would be so ungrateful?” Lei Yu’s nature was clearly much like Second Uncle Tian Mo’s—plainspoken and honest, and he said it directly.

Because that perverted man was guarding his vest, there was no defense on his arms; even with the cushioning effect of yin and yang energy, the pain in his shoulders felt like they were being torn apart. Yet he still clamped tightly onto Qin Yan’s hand, refusing to give her any chance to break free.

Then that scarlet glow, like a ghostly streak of chasing light, pursued relentlessly; with every flash, the peak expert let out a shrill, bloodcurdling scream.

Xia Ji laughed, and the students present were all unwilling to let this final opportunity slip by; they rushed to answer one after another, but even after racking their brains, none of them had any clue.

Everything was so beautiful. Life seemed like a script, and after being admitted to Yin County Middle School, Zhang Xiaohua smiled more often as well.

The green bird’s head had already broken completely free from the flat world. Its beak opened just wide enough to swallow the Void Calamity, and then, without the slightest pause, it lunged downward and took a bite.

For that reason, Tong Yao grew somewhat troubled. Lin Chu was so outstanding, and she understood what he felt for her all too well. But was she worthy of him?

Suddenly, Su Shangjun noticed Jiang Chang’an’s presence, and a flash of delight appeared on her face, only to be swept away by the present circumstances. She could do nothing but intensify her assault while signaling with her eyes for him to leave.

Such an outcome was something he could not accept. When he returned home, he was severely scolded by his parents—cheating on an exam?

Take the simplest example: in a physics test, there is a multiple-answer question. Choose too many and you get no points; choose too few and points are deducted. Unless you have thoroughly mastered the textbook, you will absolutely lose marks.

Long Youling’s expression turned grave, his usual frivolity gone entirely. His eyes were like cold lightning as he actually put away the Dragon-Calling Bottle.

Hearing Li Shuangbing take the initiative to ask him for help, Dou Wei already had a rough idea. Most likely, the brawl over “confessing love” had blown up.

So many soldiers had vanished without a trace over the Huanshui River. If there were any further mishaps, the consequences would likely be far more serious than simple punishment.

Before the word "vagrant" could even leave his mouth, Mu Zhafengzhu’s eyelids suddenly began to feel heavy, and the strength in her body was slipping away bit by bit.

Wang Lun moved swiftly a few meters away. A beam of spiritual power burst from his palm; the energy carried no discernible technique, but its accuracy was high, and it slapped straight toward the Overlord.

Could it be the sound of someone knocking at the front door? No—the room on the second floor was far from the entrance, so there was no way they could hear a knock. But then what was that sound?

Xiao Han had been busy running around every day before, and had not paid much attention. He had not expected the school to even have such things.

As his words fell, Li Ran moved like the wind. With his rapid-footwork technique fully unleashed, he appeared instantly behind the Ghost King, both palms raised as he struck.

The two of them quickly looked toward the direction of Peng Mian. Qiao Bai stared at the man—he was still a hundred meters away, but she had studied the suspect’s back on the computer countless times. His gait was entirely different.

After a simple treatment, Mu Youyou asked Qin Fan to take out some of the bandages they had gathered earlier from his spatial storage, and then she wrapped Qin Fan’s wounds.

Li Ran’s figure transformed into a streak of gale-force wind and was already in front of the Zombie King. Before the Zombie King could even react, Li Ran’s fist had crashed into its head.

Blood spilled across the ground, causing many of the tomb raiders to hesitate and recoil, turning and running in another direction.

Chen Wangzhi said seriously. Strangely enough, he did not sound as though he were pleading with Wang Lun, but rather as if he intended to negotiate with him.

In the City of Faith, these bastards had beaten them into utter disgrace. How could the elite knights from the City of Faith not grind their teeth at these demons invading their homeland?

The blade was pressing too tightly, so tightly that Pei Tayan did not even dare to speak. He could only glare furiously at Yan Poyue, truly not understanding what madness had suddenly seized him at such a critical moment.

Almost at the same time, the remaining several thousand seventh-rank great demons in the army, regardless of rank, all exerted their force together and surged upward like maniacs, flooding toward the player mobile unit diving from the sky.

With a soft pop, the crowd below all laughed. Faji also opened his eyes, his serious face showing a trace of amusement as he looked at Liu Qi.

Yelv Ruan accepted the imperial edict, and unease began to gnaw at him, as he worried that something might go wrong when his younger sister went to Mozhou. Just as he was pacing in the courtyard, another imperial edict arrived.

By the roadside, Han Dao smiled very gently. Yet in Li Fusheng’s eyes, that smile was more terrifying than a demon’s. He would never forget the casual way the other man had just tried to kill him, that attitude as though he were crushing an ant.

Yelv Ruan had thought Yelv Deguang would send the commander of the central camp, Yelv Wuzhi, to reinforce them. After waiting anxiously and at length for the decree to arrive, he discovered that it was instead an order to withdraw the troops.

The players of the Bianlez Ghost King Army had clearly not expected this. In an instant, they knocked over one trapped comrade after another.

The twelve provisional special forces soldiers were fully armed, and every one of them was glaring at Gu Songran, fire blazing in their eyes.

To proceed by normal game methods, it would be far too difficult to wipe out so many players and even more NPC guards at the same time. If even one enemy escaped by mistake, it could bring down the demon forces’ main army.

It was noon then, when the sunlight was strongest. It shone through the water’s surface and down into the depths, making the water crystal clear, like a palace of glass.

The young man was clearly enraged. Clutching a kunai, he rushed forward, and once he closed into melee range, the dagger swept viciously toward Bai Ming’s neck.