Chapter 32: Playing the Soldier

Su Xingwan was filled with joy, a cheerfulness that even affected the two little ones.

"Auntie, do you have a job now?"

Su Xingwan beamed, "Yes, I do."

The two little ones chimed in, "Auntie, we are so happy for you too!"

The next morning, Su Xingwan got the two little ones up early. After getting ready, they set off happily. Fearing they might get bored on set, Su Xingwan packed all their toys.

The lancers of the People's Army were still lacking in one area: their mounts. Compared to the steeds of the Tatar cavalry, the horses of the lancers were somewhat inferior. If only the lancers were mounted on horses that rivaled those of the Tatars, even a single division could dominate the vast grasslands using guerrilla tactics.

The man had passed through numerous trials set by the others and finally gained their approval, only to be blocked at the very last step by Yang Cuixian.

As a peerless saint, this Su Zhan had terrible psychological resilience; to think he would choose to self-destruct so recklessly.

It seemed he had gotten drunk at a restaurant last night, but he couldn't quite remember how he had made it back.

He looked at the twelve students of the Star Martial Academy and saw on their faces the same firm resolve as their master.

"This guy is so cautious; he will surely be a troublesome opponent in the future!" Long Qing thought to himself.

Suddenly, icy winds swirled through the room, accompanied by faint sounds of ghostly wailing. Everything felt ethereal, as if time and life had become blurred.

With three months until the start of the university term, Du Chensheng couldn't just sit idle at home. His teacher had recommended he use this time to self-study the university textbooks.

However, Su Wei was not made of iron, though he hadn't expected these people to have a foundation of over a decade.

The soft and fair-skinned chubby man sat back in his seat, putting on a look of profound cunning.

This cavalry unit, numbering about five thousand, came charging toward Tan City, their momentum impressive, kicking up clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

"Don't worry, they are good people," Yuan Feiwei said, seemingly sensing the unease of the Wingless God.

"Hey, Na-bao, what’s wrong with you?" Taeyeon only then noticed something amiss with Anna. She quickly climbed down from Anna’s back and saw that Anna’s clothes were wrinkled, with two tears in the fabric of her sleeves.

Perhaps this is the cruelest thing in the world: to have love, yet be unable to be together, unable to love.

Although the show had decent ratings, the broadcast schedule was a nightmare—it was a daily drama, meaning a new episode aired every single day.

Holy crap, what is going on here? Our tall and mighty President is actually weeping while hugging Lie Huo. I mean, Mr. President, where is your image? Where is your dignity? And—and Lie Yan is Lie Huo’s brother? That is some explosive news.

In those eyes, a faint trace of sorrow overflowed, looking so familiar, yet... so unreachable.

Facing the threat of the giant dragon to their homeland, Kong Long had already given up. But after a conversation with Xia Zhi, he found a new possibility that might save their long-held home.

After reading it, Xiao Shan also revealed a relieved smile. It seemed everything that needed to be passed on had been delivered, and now everything depended on the Bureau Chief's methods. Seeing Xiao Shan’s joyful smile, Li Lili looked at him playfully.

Li Luyao stared at him intently. Looking into her teasing eyes, Lin Yu suddenly understood.

New World currently has only 35 stores, yet more than 20 city leaders came from a single store. It’s no wonder the employees refer to that store as the "Leadership Reserve Store."

The grass had turned yellow again, and the setting sun shone bleakly upon the gate, its paint long since peeled away. In the twilight, the characters for "Plum Blossom Hermitage" could still be faintly discerned.