Chapter 66: Exclusive Yellow River Carp
Zhang Chengpu never expected such a delightful surprise—it was as if a starving man suddenly found himself before a table laden with a sumptuous banquet, invited to eat whatever he desired. He wanted everything; he craved it all.
“Alright, alright, I’ll go back and study it,” he replied, dazed, as he returned to his office. Inside, a heated argument was underway—the homeroom teachers of Class Three, Grade Nine, and Class One, Grade Eleven, were fighting over the physics teacher. Both classes had physics next period.
Xu Zhi glanced at the opened kitchen. Apart from the stove, pots, bowls, and utensils, there was no sign of a balance scale. He shot Xiao Ran a fierce glare, whether she could see it or not, then headed downstairs to the washroom, preparing breakfast for the morning—after all, he’d heard that Yao Ming might be coming soon.
Time offered no room for Dong Yang and Jiang Han to lament; collecting their emotions, they hurriedly readied themselves for battle.
“But although both father and son have entered officialdom, we must not act recklessly in all matters…” Old Lady Lin reminded Zhao and Mu Yan sternly.
“He confessed to you?” Zhu Min guessed the answer from Wang Shanshan’s expression—the joy on her face was almost palpable, even through the closed door.
Guo Hong handed the black leather bag she carried to Xu Zhi. He opened it and found a dozen lucky pouches inside.
“…Honey, what do you think of this pair?” Zhou Jin held up two simple heart-shaped diamond rings and asked her.
“Who are you looking for?” The other party asked calmly, a voice unfamiliar to Xi Shengui.
The young man’s face blushed deeply, then turned pale. He glared fiercely at Phyllis, grabbed his deskmate, and strode out of the teahouse.
Zhai Luan truly deserved his reputation as a theorist; his analysis was sound and well-founded. Even Yan Song, standing nearby, couldn’t find a single point to refute. Zhu Houzong was convinced by Zhai Luan, recognizing the drawbacks, yet just as he formed a favorable opinion, it was immediately dismissed, leaving him uncomfortable at heart.
The netizens, still busily liking and listening to stories, erupted anew when the Fushi Group joined the fray.
Clutching the bodhi bead tightly in his palm, Gu Han slowly raised his sword, aiming it at the approaching Lingya and the massive vine.
Known as Dragon Scale Fei, all her fantasies were nothing more than mere dreams. She hadn’t expected that his next words would leave her utterly speechless.
Even if they were high-ranking battle generals, not even a titled warlord would dare to break through recklessly.
This arrangement not only bound Chen Deng’s loyalty, but also freed Zhang Fei from political duties to focus on training his troops, ensuring stability in Xuzhou and Huainan, safe from invasions by Yuan Shu and others.
Lan Yingchen’s greatest advantage was that he never needed to wish for answers—everything was freely revealed to him, without a trace of concealment.
“Fei’er, what’s going on here?” Long Hua entered and was startled by the scene before him. He glanced at his son, Dragon Scale Fei, and asked.
He sensed, somehow, invisible threads breaking away from him, his connection to the present world and this era growing ever more tenuous.
Lucius’s hands itched to move; his body, still damp from exercise, retained a slight sticky sensation.
I know full well that now is not the time to take the mountain road; to go there would be to walk straight into a trap.
She, who never meddled in others’ affairs, examined the wife’s teeth and lymph nodes, then advised her to eat a large snow pear every day from now on.
Witnessing this, Yun Xuan frowned. What were these people doing? Their odd behavior made him feel as if the end of the world had arrived.
Chu Chaoyang and Lu Rusong exchanged glances, both sensing hidden secrets—there must be something they didn’t know.
Almost simultaneously, the slap delivered by Ugly Granny before leaving the Rainfall set its effect in motion, causing the main sail of the ship to break as scheduled.