20 Reality 2.2

Old Master Li’s face turned from pale to ashen; he knew exactly what Old Master Jian meant by his expression.

He collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the dull, lusterless ceiling. After a long while, he pulled out his phone and messaged Lin Nengjin about the day's match. Lin Nengjin replied with an emoji, followed by a single sentence.

The expanse of fair skin beneath her black professional attire, paired with her long, slender yet curvaceous legs, made Ye Feng’s heart stir with agitation.

After reaching a consensus, they followed Princess Shunyi and Ye Yun toward the Purple Glaze Residence.

Fortunately, there were few hospitals near the competition venue. He chose the nearest one and successfully spotted Chang Yi outside the emergency intensive care unit.

Tsk, tsk. What is wrong with teachers these days? Their instruction is mediocre at best, yet their sycophancy knows no bounds.

Meijiao forcibly restrained Mingfei, who was about to turn back to rescue Lin Ke. Having just regained consciousness, Mingfei had been carried on Meijiao's back all the way here.

Her explanation was too abstract, leaving Lu Xin only half-understanding. Kong Yixian did not want to elaborate further; she offered a forced smile, though it was heavy with bitterness.

The old man grew increasingly irritable, shooing Yun Xiao away while focusing intently on the purple tripod emitting black smoke. Steam began to rise from his head. His beard was knotted, much like his furrowed brows.

Without a word, the fat Earl rose from his chair, walked to the side wall, and lifted a single-handed sword hanging there.

Distracted by the incident with Mingyue, she had forgotten about the newspapers and buying school supplies for Ming'er. I’ll go at noon, she thought, and pick up some medicine for Dad while I’m at it.

Mo Jiuxiao didn't know whether to mock the allure of the durian or the power of his own Luo Luo, which had actually managed to make a mischievous monkey embrace Buddhism.

Ever since Zhao Bin returned, Feilin had not discussed military life with him. She wondered how much the current military life differed from the one she knew in her previous existence. A wave of melancholy rose in her heart at the thought of how much she wished to experience it again.

***

To like someone and be willing to change your temper and character for them, while also being willing to contribute positively under their guidance—that is a true fan.

Thus, Luo Ling felt inspired, lingering and wandering, her spirit flickering like light, now shadowed, now bright. She stood light-footed like a crane, as if about to take flight but not yet soaring. She trod upon the fragrant pepper-strewn path, walking through the verdant herbs that cast a lingering scent. She sighed long and deep in eternal longing, her voice mournful and drawn out.

The delinquent girl who fell into the water now truly looked like a drowned rat. Everyone had been focused on her, but looking at her companions now, one could see they were nothing but a group of hoodlums. These half-grown children had never faced real trouble, and now that they had, they were completely stunned.

Wang Wanwan’s eyes lit up the moment she heard someone speak, but just as she was about to respond, a mocking voice cut her off.

Cheng Lie could not bear it, yet despite his constant hinting, he could never bring himself to say the words he didn't mean: "Don't be with me anymore." What could he do? For the first time, Cheng Lie was plagued by a problem for an entire month without finding a solution.

Just as many girls enjoyed boys' love fiction, men tended to dislike it, finding it repulsive.

"Takeout is unhygienic." Su Xian’er’s palate had long been spoiled by Lin Jingshu; eating takeout now was simply unappetizing.

"Perhaps it is almost dawn. Their strength is suppressed during the day, which is why they retreated," Shui Hanyue considered before speaking.

"Brother, how long does this Hundred Flower Banquet usually last before the top courtesan is selected?" Li Yue asked curiously.

The roast duck was fresh and tender, and because it had been marinated thoroughly, the flavor was exceptional—rich and succulent. There was none of the usual gamy odor; instead, it was fragrant, tender, and delicious.

"I say, you three-sticky-mess, don't talk so harshly. I may not sing as well as Guo Lanying, but I’m at least on par with Ma Yutao!" the effeminate man said, taking it seriously.

"Fengyun Hall did not participate in the slaughter of the Spirit Realm back then. Fengyun and I even cooperated in the Void, turning enemies into friends! Could it be that Fengyun Hall now intends to make an enemy of me?" Ye Fei’s tone was icy.

Lin shook his head helplessly. It seemed he wouldn't be able to log into the game. He calculated that he should wake up early tomorrow; regardless of whether he could log in, he at least needed to install the parts first.

***

"Does that mean I can only rely on myself?" Qin Lan murmured to herself. Her heart held no emotion other than helplessness.

A burning ancient city, a Black Dragon boss besieged by thousands. The art style, based on the backdrop of her country's ancient history mixed with Western fantasy, was quite dazzling.

After Yaotian built a secret hideout for Dr. Liya, they kept in touch every few days to ensure each other's safety. Every so often, Yaotian would send people to deliver food and experimental equipment to Dr. Liya.

According to the previous ratio, if calculated on the principle of "not earning is losing," he had lost at least a few hundred. Though not much, it signaled the failure of his initial trial.

The actions of the Gu family and Ye Ling’s poise drew whispers from the crowd. Gu Yue and Gu Tianchuan’s expressions remained indifferent, though a cold glint flashed in their eyes: *Let them be smug for now. I wonder how long your Ye family can keep it up? Let’s see how much longer you can jump around.*

Chu Yan’s appearance instantly shifted the atmosphere of Sunset Canyon; all eyes and attention were fixed on Chu Yan and his group.

Before she could think too much, she led me across the wooden beams of the roof and jumped into the middle of the room. The people inside were trying to leave, but seeing Rena and me descend from the sky, they all stopped to watch.

The fatty handed his phone to Natasha, asking her to get him a new phone and number. From now on, only his closest friends and family would be able to reach him directly.

In truth, these requirements and conditions sounded difficult, but they lacked any substantial content; one could say they were actually quite easy.

"I have no money. The money for the scroll I bought from you last time wasn't mine either; someone else paid for me. Now that you know I’m broke, can you stop following me?" Ye Feng looked at Hu Bing’er with hopeful eyes.

However, once the tank regiment withdrew on their own, the "guidance" he had occasionally received vanished as well.