Chapter 51: Relentless Penny-Pinching

“Tch, gentle? What nonsense. Just look at Gu Xiaomo’s eyes—sharper than knives. She’s just good at pretending.”
“Huo Hongming likes Gu Xiaomo, that’s all. What man doesn’t put on an act when he first likes someone? In the end, it always ends in a fight. Just watch—Huo Hongming will clash with Gu Xiaomo eventually.”

“Have something to eat before you go,”
Yesterday’s prize feast was no joke—the crew didn’t hold back. The portions were so large that even Le Xi and Duan Mucheng couldn’t finish them despite their best efforts.

The Gao clan’s roots in Dali ran deep and wide, and any disturbance could shake the entire region, leading to turmoil and greatly weakening Dali’s national strength and military power.

To him, this was an ancient yet ever-renewed problem. On the test paper were four barely passable comic sketches—rough in style, poor in technique, but each provoking deep thought.

Back in Jeju, Xu Guanzhong settled the three siblings of the Su family into his own house before going to visit his mother. Straightforward by nature, he often entertained friends, and when drinking and playing games with them, tempers flared and things got loud—hardly ideal for his mother’s rest. So, he’d bought himself another place.

As for gaining skill points through leveling up, competitions like the French League or the French Cup alone wouldn’t suffice.

The flood of information made Zhang Yi’s mind throb with pain. He glared furiously at the system—this was clearly the system’s revenge.

Bai Yidong sat back, at ease, gazing up at the rafters in the Poly Gymnasium. This was, after all, a team with a glorious history.

“Why?” Bai Yidong asked.
“Because your voice might be taken as a challenge by the Arctic wolves,” Zhanan replied.

At the very instant the flames burst forth, Ouyang Huang, who had been probing the other’s energy with his mind, finally discerned its true nature. He couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

With heavy hearts, everyone entered the command tent. Gao Chong took the central seat, the others arranged themselves by rank. Gao Chong summoned the scouts, inquired about the Jin army’s movements, and then made battle plans with the officers.

At the start of 216 BC, Fusu completed all preparations to march on Nanyue. Nearly two hundred thousand Qin soldiers were armed and ready, awaiting the order to strike!

“That won’t do. Fate had me meet this car and save my life—it’s only right I repay you somehow. Give me your phone number. I have something to do now, but I’ll call you later.”
The roof of the car was dented—a minor problem, but it would need repairs, and tracking down the owner would need some effort.

“Bang, bang, bang!” Gunshots rang out louder and louder. There was no time to uncouple the hooks. Mingfan suddenly calmed, gently laid Uncle Zhou’s body down, and walked toward Wang Fei, numb with grief.

Feng Lifeng’s palm burst into blue flames, and the fire slowly crept toward Ge Xin’s body.

He’d practiced martial arts and combat sports for years, with a special focus on strength training. Without strength, all the fancy moves were just for show. The grueling match on Tokyo’s Doyoko Road only deepened his conviction in the value of raw power.

Only now did Qian Ge realize her own excitement had made her careless. Her uncle, aunt, and cousin surely had much to say; she’d best wait until later to visit.

At my birthday banquet, I drank a lot. Though it was only beer, after toasting a bottle with every classmate who attended, I cooperatively collapsed onto the sofa in private room 1808.

Though Cui’er was unkempt and sloppy, her heart was kind. She knew Wang Ma’s health needed looking after, and that comforted me somewhat.

Ye Fengxie reached out and swept Qian Ge into his arms, tapped his toes, and leaped with her onto the rooftop.

Though Old Zhang said otherwise, he was deeply worried. Miao Xin had warned him not to reveal their location, but now the blade-wielder knew—trouble was sure to follow.