Volume One, Chapter 106: Lin Ranyan Returns to the Capital

“Dean Gu, I was about to tear up those few volunteers’ application forms, but who would have thought Principal Li suddenly snatched them away? I’ve always been in charge of admissions, and he’s clearly trying to seize my authority,” Zhao Qidi said helplessly.

Lin Duo’er lowered her head, overwhelmed with shyness, unsure how to face Wang Yue; she dared not meet his gaze.

Zhao Zixian smiled faintly, cupped his fists, bowed slightly to the audience, and swaggered off the stage. He no longer wished to stir up trouble; having vented most of his frustration and regained much of his dignity, he understood the wisdom of knowing when to stop.

It seemed the devil was about to make his move again. Old Yang knew that anything favored by Su Zhi’s father, Su Zheng, would be acquired at any cost, even at the expense of life. This was his obsession and what made him so formidable.

By the bedside stood a wardrobe, and she had custom-made a full-length bronze mirror a person’s height. From then on, trying on new clothes wouldn’t require looking back and forth.

The car sped along the newly built, spacious mountain road. Except for Hei Kumei and Wu Ling’er chatting and laughing, everyone else sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

“I don’t know; I just feel it’s possible,” Ran Yao said uncertainly. Her mind was tangled, and thinking through problems was not her strong suit.

As soon as Xiang Ye landed, he rolled twice, then flipped and planted his feet on the adjacent wall. Looking up, a swordsman clad in blue stood before him.

“Well, you should rest early then,” his tone turned indifferent, and after saying this, he turned and left the room.

Su Yi changed into a lotus-colored satin robe embroidered with orchids and bamboo patterns. Though the design was simple, the fabric was made of premium handwoven silkworm silk—silky and lightweight, perfect for summer wear.

As time slipped by minute by minute, the nine o’clock deadline that Ye Shanhe mentioned drew ever closer. Xia Haoran noticed many people were converging toward one direction.

Real Madrid suffered a crushing blow this season. Mourinho’s magic couldn’t save them; in the league, cup, and Champions League, they won nothing, completely suppressed by their archrival Barcelona.

To survive in such a harsh post-apocalyptic world, his self-preservation skills were insufficient, so he had no choice but to seek protection from others.

Bai Xue’er wasn’t foolish. She hadn’t reacted when Duan Juan attacked earlier, but now she noticed something unusual about Duan Juan. Then she thought, someone as capable as Duan Juan must be the leader of Lu Tianyu’s group. Moreover, judging by the car she arrived in—it was a luxury, custom-modified vehicle.

This fragile couple’s reputation in the entire martial world was unparalleled; no one dared to kill or provoke them.

Berbatov gently nudged the ball forward with his head, dribbling it toward Valencia’s penalty area.

Although she was just an ordinary citizen of Longcheng, she was glad to help these children in any way she could. She asked for nothing in return—only peace of mind.

Gong Ji wisely chose not to resist because he knew resistance would be futile; that man in the floral shirt was too powerful.

Now, with that man’s shout, everyone felt united in their hatred and no longer worried about the enemy’s martial prowess. Together, they vaulted off their horses, drew swords and knives, and slowly advanced toward Jiang Liu and Xiao Feiyan in the center.

As for Tang Mingyue, she didn’t need Li Yan’s constant company. Lately, she had become captivated by creation—composing music, writing songs, choreographing dances—and the quality seemed quite good. Coupled with her usual singing and dancing practice, her life was exceedingly fulfilling.

Madam Hua had long met Gong Ji, so he needn’t be courteous and simply entered to find Hua Fei directly.