Chapter 25: The Vacation Fish Farm

Jiang Yuan walked into the room she had occupied as a child, followed closely by Cheng Yubai. Seeing her frantically gathering up the books on her desk—the ones she didn't want anyone to see—and shoving them into the closet, as if terrified of having her adolescent past scrutinized, Cheng Yubai found it quite amusing. He looked around the room with great interest; it was brimming with a girlish aesthetic, the walls plastered with posters of celebrities and the shelves adorned with numerous figurines. "Stop tidying up," Cheng Yubai said. "I promise I won't touch a thing. Just change the sheets and the duvet cover; I’ll only be using the bed."

I pondered for a moment, feeling that it made sense, and stepped forward to place a hand on Lin Ruoxi’s graceful shoulder.

The archer, Jiangnan Xiaoshi, was quite ordinary. Though her skills weren't particularly refined, thanks to the top-tier equipment and abilities I had crafted for her, I believed that even if she didn't become a top-tier archer, she could certainly hold her own as a second-tier expert.

Yukihira Soma had already left at some point. He had intended to strike up a conversation and observe the cooking of the person in the video, but since the opportunity never arose, he decided to clear his head and get familiar with the classroom environment instead, as there were classes that morning.

"I wouldn't call it heaven-defying, but it's more than enough to deal with you," Ye Fan retorted coldly, refusing to show any weakness.

"Handsome, have we met somewhere before? Has anyone ever told you that you look like a celebrity?" She didn't notice Su Qian’s strange behavior and teased him with a light laugh.

Qin Lili’s joke made everyone at the table burst into laughter, save for the poker-faced Jing Xiangyang, who remained unmoved.

"They say she hasn't woken up yet, but as I was returning, I took care to walk slowly and noticed someone waiting on her in the room heading to the kitchen to fetch porridge..." the guard reported to Xuan Yuanqing.

She had once wondered if Xiao Cheng had approached her with ulterior motives; otherwise, how could there be so many coincidences?

Finding nothing after his search, he hovered in the air above a desolate mountain forest and summoned the system interface, using voice commands to search for the sale of spiritual veins.

He controlled the oil supply in Jiangzhou, and with the prices firmly in his grasp, no one could do anything if he chose to raise them. He had previously pushed the prices to an outrageous level, a third higher than in other cities.

The man, however, was tough; he didn't say a word. No matter how the police interrogated him, he remained silent, though whenever they pressed him, he would immediately put on an expression of profound regret.

Although the aristocratic clans tried their best to obstruct him, with the secret support of Emperor Li Er, those powerful families were left helpless.

Ji Yunze didn't press further. Seeing that he seemed fine, Gu Wu finished her business and left the ward. Just as she reached the hospital entrance, she was shocked to see the unrecognizable Zhou Tong.

Walking back to the dormitory, Ye Jiajia pulled out her phone and logged onto the campus network. At a glance, she saw a red-flagged post, the replies already numbering in the hundreds.

"Keep it for yourself. Buy whatever you want, and if it’s not enough, just ask me," Aunt Guo said with a chuckle. Guo Buhuai didn't really care; Aunt Guo wasn't short on money anyway, so he just accepted it.

The sudden entry of Lu Chongzi into the fray caught everyone by surprise. Even more unexpected was that Wan Lanlan’s speed increased once again after he joined, making it look as if there were two Wan Lanlans on the field—one beating up Lu Yuan, and the other beating up Lu Chongzi.

There had to be a reason why Chu Ning had suddenly returned to the dormitory. She felt it was necessary to pay a visit to Chu Ning’s parents.

Is a red envelope something you should be accepting? Is it something legally stipulated that you are entitled to? No, not at all. Zhang Hui, are you unable to survive without these red envelopes? Aren't you afraid that if you collect too many, you’ll end up collecting a prison sentence instead?

My gaze shifted to Xia Haoyu, only to see him sipping the white champagne in his hand, ignoring the man with the gold chain entirely, which made the atmosphere incredibly awkward.

Looking at Bai Shan’s high-spirited expression, a strange, inexplicable emotion welled up in Zhusha’s heart, causing his mood to dim.