38 Changing Textbooks

If her second aunt were to find out that she had even considered, let alone spoken about, sending An Xiaotong to her place, she would likely be in for a rough time. It was better to keep her mouth shut for now.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Lin quietly slipped out of Shen Chengren’s office. She had come stealthily and left silently. Originally, she had intended to wait for him to finish his surgery, but the call from Ning Qian made her feel that she had achieved her goal.

"You’re a young master, used to having servants wait on you hand and foot; when have you ever done something like this?" Weiyang teased, reaching out to move the items herself.

Shen Chengren’s face was etched with weariness. He had simply hoped she wouldn't keep eating unhealthy food, yet now, in her mind, he had become the villain forbidding her from eating at all. After a moment’s thought, he smiled and said, "Order whatever you like. It’s fine." It was rare for him to have the chance to play the big spender like this.

This was their second meeting since the divorce. Zeng Bingbing felt quite apprehensive on the way there. Upon entering, she felt uncomfortable seeing Huo Jingran sitting there in such a dejected state, though she refused to define that feeling as sympathy.

"My father-in-law’s birthday party will likely be held at a restaurant. If you two don't want to show your faces, I can bring you back," Zeng Bingbing said, knowing her parents disliked such social functions.

Zhao Wanwan shot Zhao Siyin a sidelong glance; it was clear she was trying to stir up trouble in front of Li Yuanhao. That was fine, though; word was that Li Yuanhao had grown extremely disgusted with her lately. Zhao Wanwan remained silent, choosing to watch and see what Zhao Siyin was up to.

"You want to follow me around again? Aren't you afraid of fainting in the operating room? After all, I have surgeries this afternoon," Shen Chengren said. He wasn't lying; he was simply being truthful with Ning Qian, who stood beside him. As expected, despite everything she had been through, the fear of fainting in the theater still cast a shadow over her.

The young man hesitated, looked at Tu Yifei, and seeing him give a slight nod, he walked over to Xuanyuan Yeyan and accepted the medicinal pill.

That was all in the past, however. The husband she eventually married was quite good—perhaps slightly inferior to Lu Zhiyuan, but still one in a thousand. Bai Ling was content with her life, though seeing Lu Zhiyuan walking arm-in-arm with Xu Feifei today still left a bitter taste in her mouth.

The Ninth Princess was currently in her postpartum month, which made for a reasonable explanation. After all, it wasn't appropriate for a man like Li Ye to enter the bedchamber to pay a visit.

Shen Hongjun’s mind was entirely occupied with battle deployments. Even though he hadn't slept well the night before, he felt no trace of drowsiness.

He really was busy, and when Chen Huan told them to go ahead, Li Jiacheng had already stood up, preparing to leave.

***

The curtain was lifted, and An Sanlang walked in with a smile. He was noticeably thinner and darker, yet he seemed more spirited than before. Upon seeing Pei Xingjian, he bowed slightly in greeting.

Ever since reaching the late stage of the ninth rank, Wang Yu had not encountered a suitable opponent. Before his breakthrough, people like Alexander and Arthur could have challenged him, but now, they were simply no longer in his league.

Li Houde heard the question but said nothing. He pulled an object from his belt, checked it, and then replied, "There’s enough time; the show doesn't start for another hour."

Ding Yezi smiled faintly and pushed her half-empty teacup toward the center of the table.

"A solution? I really don't have any other ideas. At most, I can grind it into powder and take it to the town's mill to trade for some starch noodles. Otherwise, I’ll just mix it into the grain; it’ll keep us from going hungry," Yun Xue said after some thought.

Regardless of their petty infighting, it had nothing to do with Xiong Xiaobai. She felt she should attend this five-year graduation reunion, so she came. As for what others thought or whether they wanted her there, it was of no concern to her.

A moment later, someone dropped their weapon, followed by the dull, rhythmic thuds of swords and blades hitting the ground.

Therefore, aside from the lead actors whose roles spanned the entire series, other cast members could finish their filming and leave in a week or two; there was no need for them to stay on set for three months.

To keep external cultivators from targeting the core disciples of the sect, his proposal was the best solution.

Yun Jinchu was somewhat surprised that Mo Xuanchen was being so kind, wondering if he had suddenly developed a conscience.

"The songs Fang Xing has sung include classical rap, Cantonese tracks, youth-oriented songs, patriotic anthems, and ancient-style music."

Kuchiki Kūken dodged the giant flaming mace and the occasional strikes of golden sand while praising Urahara Kisuke, whose methods had earned the recognition of Yhwach.

"So this is what you call thick-skinned? You’re making a mountain out of a molehill! By the way, wife, I need to set three ground rules for you," Lu Xiao said, opening the car door and holding his hand above the frame to prevent bumping Yuhan’s head.

***

Shen Xixun used the flowers to present the Buddha, sensing Lu Zhan’s hidden dissatisfaction, even though he remained silent, simply eating his cake.

Bai Zi didn't hesitate; he maintained his running speed, and then, as the ground suddenly sank, he managed to deflect eighty percent of Ziyang’s punch. The remaining twenty percent was blocked by the stone drills on his arms.

Although he didn't fully understand it, he accepted that this was an illusion capable of making Zhang Zhidong appear as if he were still a living person.

Rou Xue had wanted to kill him earlier! Looking at the terrified You Jian on one side and the silent Rou Xue opposite him, Chen Jing truly didn't know how to continue the duel.

The giant python hissed, its open maw appearing to contain a sun; even from a distance, one could feel the surging energy fluctuations.

Hua Rui was utterly shocked. Internal energy was something she had always wanted to learn, but for some reason, she was unable to master it.

"No... I will save Haelar, and I will do it now," Lu Yu said in a low voice. As for Marshall’s comment, Lu Yu offered no rebuttal.

You Jian didn't speak. He stared blankly at the two bowls of rice, as if he could see the life-draining black mist growing thicker.

"I don't know. I had always stayed at their house, but now the house is gone, and I have nowhere left to go," the old man said, his eyes filled with confusion.