Chapter 162: Tired of It

Qu Jing came back to herself. “I just ate at home.”

“You’ve been idle at home for several months now. Have you ever thought about coming to work at the Jian Corporation?” Jian Zhengyang asked.

“I was just about to mention it. I think I could give it a try.”

“Since you’ve made up your mind, come to work with me tomorrow.”

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He had his own ideas about managing the sect, the world beyond it, and the secular realm. They were not yet fully developed, however, and he had no desire to overturn the old system and launch sweeping reforms. He intended only to merge or abolish a few institutions and make some changes to the administration and personnel.

Torrential rain was sweeping through the streets of Salt Lake City, leaving the entire city desolate and nearly devoid of people.

“Teacher, I’m almost finished over here too! All that’s left is the enchanting!” Wang Zhuohao said, pointing at an arm-shaped exoskeletal armor on the table.

All the trees in the area had already been felled, revealing a vast open space in the middle. The others, however, still had no idea why this had been done.

Fang Duanchen was merely going through the motions. Though he was sincere, he was not inclined to put on an affected display. After all, with his cultivation at its present level, he had long since seen through certain matters.

Just as Yu Xinghun was about to leap from the wall toward the training ground, his heart suddenly tightened. From the corner of his eye, he sensed a brilliant white speck flying toward him from not far to the right.

It was true that in League of Legends people often said to help those who were ahead rather than those who were struggling. Yet there was a serious flaw in that saying: the prevailing playstyles differed between ranks. You could not expect a Bronze match to achieve the kind of team coordination seen in a Challenger game. Thus, one could choose to help the strong rather than the weak.

At that moment, Ye Qing’er said, “I don’t know that either! But I do know that he goes to work at Sugar Sugar Leisure Club every night. Sister-in-law, if you want to see him, you can go to his workplace.”

When the game ended, the score froze at 122 to 86, with the visiting team listed first and the home team second. The Lakers’ title defense came to a humiliating end in a thirty-six-point defeat, completely shattering their dream of building another dynasty after a decade.

The two of them stopped talking after that, and soon each drifted off to sleep.

Yunfang’s anxious heart finally settled. If her mother and sister truly intended to prepare for it, she would not hide it from them. She had simply been hoping to wait until the pickled turnip strips were ready and then surprise them both. She did not want to reveal the salt-making plans just yet.

After successfully completing one scene, Lin Yuner’s confidence soared. Yang Mo also deliberately guided her, and their scenes together grew increasingly smooth.

However, he felt that the dish contained too much oil and was not particularly nutritious, so he fried two eggs and two potato cakes as well.

A moment earlier, Aunt Ju had been stunned by Yunfang’s words. Then her eyes began to dart about as she pondered them incessantly. Yunfang assumed she had finally understood, but after thinking it over for a long while, Aunt Ju still refused to give up and asked that question outright, putting it even more bluntly and nearly piercing the final layer of pretense.

Beerus and Whis nodded in answer. Seeing that even Lord Beerus, the dignified God of Destruction, and Whis, his master and attendant, were attending Sun Yu’s wedding, the Supreme Kai of the East naturally did not dare refuse either.

“Your production team handed the power of choice to us viewers, yet you recklessly altered the result we chose. Does this program still have any credibility?”

Xiao Chang could see only the blade protruding above the water. At its tip was another section—a long, pitch-black horn covered in mysterious patterns, with a faint blue light flickering across it.

“You’re awake?” Mo Yuan gazed at Wu Xin as her eyes opened slightly, a trace of concern showing in his own.

Even so, both of them were drenched in sweat, their sun-darkened faces gleaming. Their crops had also been tended with great care, making it clear that neither of them had been slacking.