Volume One, Chapter 52: A Visit to the Founder of VCD!

To her surprise, the head teacher actually greeted her mother with a smile and stood up from her seat to shake hands with her.

The scene of Xiao Kuang brandishing his sword just moments ago had been too mesmerizing. Yun Muyu, who had only recently recovered from her trance, found it difficult to adjust, and thus had no idea how bewildered her expression was at that moment, mixed with a trace of rare and precious appreciation—at least, something Xiao Kuang was witnessing for the very first time.

However, in the end, they did find one object that had not fallen apart, though even without being completely shattered, it was still nothing more than a broken fragment.

Was this his response to her confession? Although not particularly romantic, it was still barely acceptable. Feng Xinyi raised her head, gazed into Luo Nan's gem-like dark pupils, and resolutely leaned forward. Their lips pressed tightly together.

"Did everyone properly complete the practice assignment I gave you yesterday?" Kim Jae-joong asked with a smile, his gaze sweeping across the rows of students below. He showed not the slightest surprise upon seeing Mio, but instead nodded at her quite naturally.

This post went viral. Some boys, finding it amusing, posted even more outrageous things, even going so far as to say things like "good looks make things easier to get done," completely devoid of any baseline or decency.

Mei Qingli, why are you foolish enough to only want to forget her? Why have you made her suffer for four years, never once thinking to trust her?

Hearing this, Lee Jong-suk's pupils instantly went dead and murky, a trace of fury burning within the pale right eye hidden beneath his bangs.

Before awakening his divine abilities, it would have been entirely impossible for Luo Nan to control so many people at once. During that previous confrontation with the Qi family, merely using mental power to influence the Qi family members so they wouldn't attack him had exhausted all his energy and true qi, forcing him to rely barely on a superior-grade spirit stone to sustain himself.

Tu Lin pointed to a corner of the doorframe—a spot that happened to fall right within his line of sight, whereas Jiang Jiu's view was blocked by large, prominent clusters of embossed floral carvings.

At forty-nine minutes past seven on Lunar New Year's Eve, Luo Tingzhu had already attended two New Year banquets and was hurrying back out.

In shock and anger, Xiao Shier had no choice but to abandon her original target and thrust her right palm, imbued with innate freezing Qi, toward the newcomer.

At least they still had a bed to sleep in, and perhaps could even enjoy a comfortable hot bath. It was nothing like their current situation, surrounded by the stench of decaying corpses, where they couldn't even dare to take a deep breath.

Lin Wan cradled the crystal-clear Ningxin flower in her left hand and held the pitch-black Soul Bell in her right. She thought to herself that comparison really leaves one dead in the tracks; if she hadn't known that this Soul Bell was extraordinary, someone as obsessed with aesthetics as her would have thrown it away long ago.

"Director Liu, what do you mean by this?" Liu Suning's brow furrowed tightly, his facial muscles began to twitch, and his chin bulged slightly as he swallowed his saliva.

However, how many opportunities for hands-on operation would one get as an assistant? It certainly wouldn't be as lucrative and promising as following Fang Ziyi. Fang Ziyi had specifically emphasized that he was focusing on hemostasis, the fundamental skill of trauma surgery, so Xiong Jinhuan's optimal choice was stepping down from the operating table.

Song Shengcheng turned his head sideways and caught sight of Yan Jinghua's gloomy face. Amidst his momentary panic, Song Shengcheng instantly felt a sliver of reassurance.

The next moment, he saw a very handsome and dashing man leisurely walking into the inn.

Li Heming depicted the future he envisioned, his face flushed and his pupils dilated, as if everything were right before his eyes.

As to how Chu Xiao would return, Cao Ge did not care; as long as the objective was achieved and the intent was understood, that was enough.

This posture was bad for the body. Upon seeing this, Chi Yu immediately frowned, reached out to support Sheng Jiang's upper arm, and pulled her into a sitting straight position.

I am a naturally cautious person, and in everything I do, I like to anticipate every possible outcome to prevent being caught off guard.

Thinking of this, I became even more determined to meet the Primordial Ancestor; the heavy burden of humanity rested entirely upon my shoulders.

Jiang Xiaofeng wanted to keep his enmity with the Chiyang Sect hidden from Liang Yuxin because Liang Yuxin was prone to overthinking things.

Though she did not understand who this "Kazino" mentioned by Judith was, Madame Susan, hailing from a noble background, still spoke righteously and with precise articulation.

There are more than twelve hundred revolutionary sites and relics alone, with only three red-themed exhibition halls, namely the "Former Residence Exhibition Hall of Kuang Chang and Zhu De," the "Luzhou Uprising Exhibition Hall," and the "Taipingdu Exhibition Hall of the Red Army's Four Crossings of the Chishui River."

If Sha Dutian were given a truck, he would probably haul away everything here; his personality was entirely that of a bandit in action.

Li Jing'er: I am waiting for you in a deserted world, but unfortunately... I still do not belong to your world, because the distance between us only grows further and further apart.

"To put it simply, this painting technique isn't overly complicated. Frankly speaking, it's actually about finding the right glaze that can blend seamlessly into the glass white," Zhou Zhi said.

Under the bright lights, Su Meng also clearly saw the man's appearance—his features were sharp, well-defined, handsome, and striking. Wasn't he none other than Feder, whom she had crossed paths with earlier at the castle?

I felt like my worldview had been completely upended. Damn it, aren't all these people writers? How can they be so secretly coy and repressed? Yet I also felt quite happy and relaxed—perhaps this was for the best.

However, I never expected it to be so unexpected. After Kang Jianbao died, his body had been kept secretly in the hospital morgue the entire time.

Zhen Rao snorted coldly and sat down. Seeing that Hongxiu was still holding Zhen Tianci aside, Jiang Yunyang told Hongxiu to sit down as well.

"I won't tell you," An Xia said. At critical moments she was still quick-witted—how could she possibly let him catch any leverage against her?

As those words fell, everyone swarmed around. A corpse leaving a trail of blood lay on the ground, and the crying of a child on the roof cut through everything like a sharp blade.

I did not charge forward again. Going head-to-head like this was no solution, and in the end, I would be the one getting the short end of the stick. I glanced around my surroundings, then turned and bolted.

It was already the end of February, the prime season for outings and flower viewing. Prince Anle's estate boasted a massive garden; although not as grand as the imperial garden, it was certainly well worth a stroll.

"Heh heh, I've found the hospital room where Qiaosujin is currently staying! Because her lower body is completely numb, coupled with how badly she was tortured by the Leng family previously, she has been recuperating there the entire time, which is why she managed to hang onto half her life," Li Xingya said happily.

"Uh, the lunch break is almost over, we need to get back to work!" Those who had originally been listening to her gossip all hurried back to their respective desks.