Chapter 133: At the Eye of the Storm

Su Qingli looked at her with a blank expression. "Why can't I say it?"

"You really are straight out of the sticks; everything you do reeks of a backwater bumpkin."

"Manager Su, if you don't have it, there's no need to pretend, okay? None of us are saying anything about you. But if you insist on making things up out of thin air, then it just... makes you seem pitiful and..."

"You want to go too? Have you forgotten your name is Wuyun (Dark Cloud)? I wouldn't dream of traveling with someone who carries such bad luck around with them; I don't want to get infected by it." Shang Rongjing knew these heartless words would pierce Chen Liansong’s heart like thorns, leaving it riddled with holes.

"Understood." Nara Shikaku nodded. This was indeed something that needed to be announced. Sasuke had reminded him of it; after all, he usually didn't manage the Anbu—Sasuke and Natsureki were the ones in charge.

The old lady was advanced in age, and after a few rounds, she felt exhausted, yet she had become addicted and kept wanting to play just one more.

Even as an elite student admitted on a recommendation, she had never imagined upon arriving at the academy that she could achieve such an exaggerated feat in her first year.

The representative of the Martial Soul Division was Chu Tiannan, the Military Soul Division was represented by Chu Qiliang, and the Dragon Soul Division was led by a Deputy Secretary named Long Jiu.

Watching the much more sincere smile on her face, Cui Heng belatedly realized that he had misunderstood.

Sunlight filtered through the window onto the dark wooden floor. Liu Chanzhen looked up at his back; his figure was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His ink-black hair hung down his back, and the profile he revealed as he turned was breathtakingly beautiful.

If she said she had given it away, they would ask who she had given it to. If they found out she had gifted it to Cui Heng, she would certainly be subjected to a lecture.

The Eye of Horus on the triangular gold pendant hanging on his chest suddenly erupted with a blinding golden radiance.

"You... you can call me Dr. Liu." Because her neck was being gripped, Liu Mo'er found it difficult to speak.

After pondering for a long time, he added a word that connected them between "Math Teacher" and just her name.

Ye Zusheng quickly reached out and grabbed the wet towel, pulling it hard toward his chest. A figure wrapped in a bath towel was yanked directly out of the bathroom, crashing into him with the force of his pull, causing him to stumble back and nearly fall.

Before Sun Ce could finish speaking, he saw Ruan Meng’s eyes curve into smiles, a sweet expression on her lips, and then... he was hauled up by someone.

"I, Lu Tangtang, hereby issue a challenge. Anyone who refuses to accept my world championship title, feel free to challenge me. If I lose even a single move to you, I will never use force again in my life! But if you lose, I demand that you publicly admit to slandering me. This is a fair challenge."

Lin Nuannuan murmured this to herself and couldn't help but look up at Xue Mingrui in shame, only to see that his face remained indifferent, devoid of any expression.

However, a man as outstanding as Ye Yuntian—even if there had been a brief romantic entanglement—why would he ever want to marry her?

Linglong sat beside Shen Nanqiao, engrossed in a game on her phone, seemingly oblivious to what the two men were doing.

He shook his head. It was impossible. Although Li Siyu was beautiful, had a good figure, and recorded vlogs while doing photo shoots, she... she didn't look like that kind of powerhouse influencer.

As long as Nie Zhenghao gave Guo Jinling a VIP card, she could eat at the hotel for free without ever needing to call him.

Just as he was about to seek out Li Chenjiang to learn more about the Master Battle of the Talisman Sea Sect, Li Chenjiang contacted him first.

The precious high-grade Origin Stones in his storage ring were consumed like flowing water once again, and the divine power of the Immortal Platform he refined felt like a bottomless lake.

No matter how hard he tried or how well he acted, he could not meet the director's requirements. As a sophomore, he had never experienced such a sense of helplessness.