Are you guys really unhappy?

The next day at six o'clock, Fang Jing was getting ready to make breakfast when she found herself being held in Yang Ding's arms.

She was shocked. They had slept separately last night, so she hadn't noticed when he came over.

She pushed Yang Ding away. "When did you get here?"

Yang Ding made a few "uh-huh" sounds and then continued to hold her and fall fast asleep.

Fang Jing pinched his nose in exasperation, "I'm asking you, when did you get here?"

Yang Ding was woken up by the urge to suffocate.

"Maybe I peed in the wrong direction last night."

"I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you tonight."

"Second wife, don't go, let me hug you one more time."

"Hold your head, I'm going to make breakfast, we have to do exercises later."

Fang Jing pushed his hand away, got up and dressed, thinking to herself that she was doomed and had been stuck with him like a leech. Could she even make it to the end of the month?

As soon as Fang Jing entered the kitchen, Ye Rou snuggled into Yang Ding's arms.

"Honey, did you win over your second wife last night?"

"No, there are still 26 days left."

"Don't worry, Sister Jing always keeps her word. If she says she'll give it to you when the time comes, she definitely will."

After breakfast, the three of them went to the hospital first, dropped off the child, and then walked together to school for morning exercises.

This is the most relaxing way for couples to pass the time.

When Yang Ding arrived at the formation of Class 2, Grade 1 of the Martial Arts Academy, he found that half of the people were missing, so everyone was standing very sparsely.

Mao Jian looked around with a grave expression. "Brother Ding, all four of them are dead."

"These days, it's good enough if you can just keep your own life."

Huang Bingbing leaned closer and said, "I used my connections to give you the chance to form a team of three to enter Class B. Remember to include me."

"You think you can pull strings? Do you even have that much influence?"

"It's bigger than the faces of your two beautiful wives combined."

What if I didn't choose you?

"Then you can't get in either."

Yang Ding had previously only speculated that this woman was a member of the Sting, but now it seems that she holds a high position within the Sting.

Upon hearing that he could be admitted to Class B, Mao Jian became restless.

"Who else are you bringing besides yourself?"

"Yang Ding can choose any of the other two spots."

"Can I take Xiang Tianyou with me?" Mao Jian asked.

"He won't be coming to school anymore."

"What, are you dead?"

"He killed his wife and then disappeared, probably because he was afraid of being arrested by law enforcement."

Yang Ding and Mao Jian were shocked almost simultaneously.

"How did you know? You weren't behind this, were you?"

No matter how much Yang Ding pressed her for details, Huang Bingbing refused to reveal another word.

Back in the classroom, no one discussed the matter, and even the student council didn't send anyone to investigate.

Yang Ding nudged Mao Jian, "If what Huang Bingbing said is true, are you going to go to Class B?"

"Why not go? The daily training food for Class B is second-tier beast meat."

"There are no free cultivation resources in the world. If even more powerful alien beasts invade next, Class B will be in even greater danger."

"I'm going to die anyway if I follow you and stay in Class C."

Yang Ding nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Counselor Zhang Peng walked in, looked at the empty seats in the classroom, and said with a heavy expression, "The Class C may be merged into another class. At the same time, congratulations to Yang Ding and the other three for their outstanding performance and promotion to Class B."

"Zhang, who are the other three?"

After asking the question, Huang Bingbing glanced at Yang Ding's prompt.

"The other three were selected by Yang Ding to form a team because he demonstrated outstanding leadership this time, so the school wants to see if you can make a difference in the second-class class."

Yang Ding originally intended to bring Huang Bingbing, this poisonous woman, along. The Poison Sting organization was the city lord's sharp sword, and if used skillfully, it could also become his sharp sword.

He stood up and said without hesitation, "Counselor, I want to take Huang Bingbing and Mao Jian with me."

Everyone respected Mao Jian; he had always been Yang Ding's underling.

But why bring Huang Bingbing along? Could it be that Yang Ding has also been captivated by Bingbing?

Even Coach Zhang was a little surprised.

"And one more?"

The 50 students in the class immediately got excited and stood up, shouting, "Yang Ding, take me with you! Take me with you! I've killed seven or eight White Walkers!"

"Take me with you, I've killed a lot of them too."

"I can call you brother."

Only by advancing to Class B can one become a true martial arts student. Although it may not bring glory to one's ancestors, it is still a way of not letting one's parents down.

Yang Ding looked at the eager eyes of his classmates.

"Killing White Walkers is suicide, but at least your strength is comparable to theirs. However, advancing to Class B means you'll face even more powerful beasts, which is almost certainly certain death. So I choose..."

He paused, then pointed at Sun Li, "Her it's her."

The whole class was in an uproar, completely astonished.

As expected, Ding Ge couldn't hold on.

Sun Li stood up, somewhat flattered. "Thank you, Captain Yang. I'll definitely listen to you from now on."

Counselor Zhang Peng asked, looking completely bewildered, "Are you sure? If you are, I'm going to report it to the school."

Yang Ding nodded firmly, "I'm sure."

"Okay, the second piece of news is that after the classes are merged, there will be extra instructors, and I will be transferred to Class B as a counselor."

The news didn't really bother anyone; aside from making a few occasional comments, Counselor Zhang didn't really help anyone much.

"Counselor, I'm more concerned about when the 300 million yuan bonus will be paid out?"

"The money will be sent to your accounts at the end of the month. Yang Ding killed three ghost kings and one ghost queen, so he earned at least 200 million. But considering that many of the students who died in the battle did not receive compensation, he is willing to split it with you, so each person will receive 3."

"It's a pity I won't be able to fight alongside Captain Yang anymore."

Yang Ding packed his things and laughed, "There's plenty of time in the future. With my qualifications, I'll probably just get into an enforcement team. We might even end up as colleagues."

After saying goodbye to the students in Class C2, counselor Zhang Peng took the four of them to Class B22.

Quite coincidentally, he was also the counselor for Class B22.

The hundred students in Class 22 were very disappointed when they saw them walk in.

"Hello everyone, I am your new instructor Zhang Peng, a third-grade upper-level martial artist. These four are your new classmates, the dark horse champion team of this ghost extermination operation."

The classroom was completely silent; no one applauded or cheered, and everyone was looking at Yang Ding with displeasure.

The addition of four useless martial artists and a low-level instructor to the class means they may always be last in Class B.

"What's wrong? Are you guys really unhappy?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Zhang, why did you put these four ordinary people in our class?" the class monitor asked.

"Because you are the team battle test class, Yang Ding is leading a team."

"But the school's monthly exams don't emphasize teamwork."

Zhang Peng replied somewhat impatiently, "Even without those four, you still came in last place for two consecutive months, didn't you?"

"But with those four around, we're always last."

"Go and report this to the principal and the discipline director. If you dare to talk nonsense in class again and disrupt unity, I'll demote you to the third-class class."

Mao Jian leaned close to Yang Ding's ear and said, "Brother Ding, I knew following you would only lead to trouble."

"The old forces are destined to fail, and the new forces will inevitably rise!"