Chapter 43: Don’t Worry

The homeroom teacher, Zhang Kaiguo, sat at his desk, fingers rhythmically tapping the surface as his eyes reflected a mix of concern and contemplation. He wore a crisp, dark blue shirt with the collar slightly open and sleeves rolled up to reveal his sturdy forearms. On the desk sat a neat stack of exercise books, several fountain pens, and a steaming teacup, from which aromatic swirls of tea rose and permeated the air.

Shortly after, Fu Siqiao walked into the office with somewhat heavy steps.

Jinxuan Si responded softly as he picked her up. Before stepping into the inner chamber, he paused and glanced back, casting a meaningful look at Chi Liexuan.

Watching Gu Zi'an eat in a leisurely manner without even glancing his way, Fu Hengzhi felt a surge of stifled frustration. Catching sight of the dishes on the table, he wordlessly picked up a piece of food his partner favored and placed it into his bowl.

Listening to his shameless words of endearment, Ling You felt her ears flush a deeper shade of red. Glancing at the sedan curtain from the corner of her eye, she reached out and pinched Zi Yin’s waist.

With a kick, the wooden door was smashed open. The scene that met his eyes filled his deep gaze with intense pain and pity, followed immediately by a crushing, icy murderous intent, radiating like the coldest, sharpest light in the dead of night.

Resentfully, she climbed off the bed and sat by the felt stool, turning her face toward the cave wall, unsure whether she was more angry at him or at herself.

Standing in the furthest corner of the studio, he stared at the phone number on his screen, his heart trembling slightly.

Once his bandages were secured, the two walked out of the hospital room hand in hand, running straight into Tang Suxin, who had just arrived at the hospital.

That day, Si Ruixiao did not arrange for Lin Xiaomo to practice the piano; instead, he told her about the history of the instrument and the lives of various masters. Toward the end, he somehow found himself speaking of Mu Xin, another renowned pianist in Ning City.

By the time she finally managed to help Li Yu into the master bedroom, she was gasping for air. Fortunately, he held his liquor well; he wasn't rowdy after drinking, and once he hit the bed, he fell into a quiet sleep, sparing A-Shu much trouble.

Tang Tu also discovered Marlin’s diary, which recorded the journey Marlin took with the remnants of the Fireflies to get there.

"You don't understand, and of course, you wouldn't grasp its significance. Tell me, what exactly is going on?" Li Yumei looked at Pu Yuxuan and asked.

The footage being filmed was transmitted back to the third virtual screen, while data from the spacecraft was simultaneously collected and sent back.

"Hmph! How many times did I just stab you?" After hearing Hou Rui’s words, Uncle Que narrowed his eyes and asked with a sour expression.

The cultivator from the Ehuang Clan realized that the situation had spiraled out of control, but even if he didn't want to engage, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and block Feng Ling. With one against two, even if Feng Ling wanted to help her disciples, she truly couldn't spare the effort for the time being.

"Through this device, you can convert between Edison’s inefficient direct current and my efficient alternating current. It works quite well."

Nell chuckled in confusion, then followed Hoyle as he dismounted and walked with his arm around his shoulder toward the grim-faced Charlotte.

When that Great Peng bird first appeared, Xie Yue, who hadn't traveled far, turned deathly pale and immediately burst into a string of curses.

If the two demons had merely attained the rank of Daluo, they would have been surprised, but not shaken; however, the term "Quasi-Saint" carried such lethal weight that it left everyone stunned into silence.

Chen Feng waited for the Demon Spirit’s answer, and upon hearing that it was impossible, he cast a pitiful, pleading look its way. When the Demon Spirit stated that not "even a little bit" was possible, Chen Feng hung his head in total disappointment.

Mo Ya blinked, carefully set down the teapot, and walked out of the inner room. He showed no signs of anger or grievance; in truth, after nearly twenty years of casual scolding and beatings, he had long since grown accustomed to it.