Chapter 46: The Refugees Cannot Get Anything for Free

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Next came the provincial first-prize and second-prize awards. By convention, the first prize is awarded to the top ten percent of participating students, and the second prize to the top thirty percent.
The head teacher pondered for a moment. He was not too surprised by Li Yan's choice, only pausing with a slight hesitation on his face.
Regarding how he had been easily counter-controlled by Shi Wan a moment ago and forced into high-speed movement, Xi Jin narrowed his eyes.
If she hadn't known it was poisoned wine, why would she have sent Jin Nian and the others all away and drank that cup of wine amidst the raging fire?
Shi Wan had already regained consciousness from the collision of memory fragments, but at this very moment, the blood throughout her entire body was boiling, as if something was awakening.
Hearing a commotion downstairs, she had just propped herself up into a sitting position when Coal Ball pounced and knocked her over. Fortunately, she was sitting right in the middle of the bed; if she had fallen to the side or hit the headboard, the outcome would be hard to predict.
Transferring from a large bus to a van, they jolted along the entire way. The road was exceptionally rugged and bumpy, and the further they went, the more remote it became, with no clue which forgotten corner of the world they were being dragged to.
Seeing Jiang Yan choose to take her opponent's ultimate strike head-on, the onlookers could not help but be utterly shocked! At this moment, all the spectators were curious whether she could withstand it, and they waited with bated breath.
Xi Jin went and cut a very long rattan vine, tied a knot around a tree fork, and after securing it tightly, the two of them dragged the tree back this way.
Yet one wanted to play, and the other dared to follow along. One truly wonders where they found such immense courage.
After all, out of nowhere, not only had one's property been burned down, but someone had also died. Such a thing falling upon anyone would not be pleasant.
Judging from the rapid breathing heard through the earpiece, Jiang Wan knew deep down that Qiao Sheng had heard it, and at this moment, his emotions were likely extremely agitated; otherwise, his breathing would not have become disordered to such an extent.
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In the middle of the night, Aunt Wang was somewhat curious as to what His Highness wanted a cage for. But curiosity aside, Aunt Wang did not dare to ask at the moment.
Thinking of this, Mo Yanying's brows knitted tightly. Disregarding their posture, she pried open Moyin Yin's hand, turned its direction, and pressed it directly against her own wrist.
A sharp intake of breath echoed, and excitement was visible on many faces. Having received confirmation from Gu Song, their dream had finally come true.
He had spoken so many cruel words to her the entire day today. He had thought that once he drove her away, she would never come to the Pear Garden again. Yet, never had he imagined that she would run to the Pear Garden in the middle of the night, dead drunk.
He was well aware of Mo Yanying's identity, and precisely because he knew, he felt no doubt about what the old apothecary had said.
Plumping herself down onto the soft sofa, she then took out her phone, opened the game PUBG. Actually, this game had originally been recommended to her by Lu Boyu.
The two bodyguards arranged by the company delivered him safely, bid farewell to Shang Hui, and returned to their respective rooms to rest. Logically speaking, since they were not on the same floor and their living quarters were so far apart, it might prove inconvenient if any emergency occurred. However, after all this time, nothing had ever happened.
Yet later on, watching the two children spend every waking moment together, as close as could be, day after day, a confusing emotion began to proliferate within him.
Merely lifting a corner of the box caused a brilliant, blinding golden light to burst forth from within, nearly searing Guo Liuchu's mortal eyes.
To think that he, the master of the Southern Mountains of Bee King Ridge, who had reigned supreme in Lingnan Mountain for nearly a hundred years, had ever had to lift a finger himself. Almost always, his bee soldiers fought on his behalf, and he merely sat back and reaped the rewards.
"Marshal Langyang, the suit I am wearing utilizes the Solar System Federation's latest and most confidential technology. Let alone a finished product, even the manufacturing blueprints cannot possibly be given away to others," Tang Jinglan said with a hint of displeasure in her tone.
Of course she couldn't go empty-handed. A big boss like him probably lacked nothing in the way of cigarettes and alcohol; perhaps some rustic rural specialties would better suit his palate.
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At this moment, Shen Lezhi's seat was particularly similar to the spot where Gu Wenwen usually sat during meetings—extremely inconspicuous. Yet, only in this way could she gaze at Xie Huai from afar without attracting anyone's attention.
Seeing this, Gu Wenwen unceremoniously hurried over, draped her damp hair across Xie Huai's lap, and lazily reclined in his arms.
Just as everyone was frantically striving for a breakthrough, Daoist Shenluo's voice suddenly exploded directly inside Guo Liuchu's mind.
Indeed, now that Zhuge Xuan had stepped down from his position as the Administrator of Yuzhang, it was virtually impossible for him to secure a commandery governorship of two thousand piculs once more. Moreover, with the imperial court currently controlled by the Xiliang forces, Zhuge Xuan would never go to Chang'an.
As if taking drugs wasn't enough, she had actually made a complete fool of herself in front of Annie. The moment Morton thought of the fact that Annie was only five years old, he truly had no idea how to forgive her.
Being able to swallow the mercury from 19 thermometers in one go, Ye Tingxuan was definitely not someone easy to reason with. After all, this was someone else's family business at the moment, and the three-person emergency rescue team were outsiders, making it truly difficult for them to say much.
A low and aloof voice abruptly struck her eardrum. Chu Yun's just-raised foot froze mid-air, and she instantly felt a sense of chest tightness and shortness of breath. If she hadn't constantly reminded herself not to bully the disabled, Chu Yun would have loved to walk right over, grab him by the collar, and punch him twice.
A gust of cold wind swept across her face, and the fallen leaves at the treetops shivered and drifted desolate in the autumn wind—this was the swan song of withered leaves in the autumn breeze.
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