Volume One, Chapter 81: Secretary Lin, I Beg You, Please Help Me

“Secretary Lin, since the matter has been resolved, we’ll take our leave now.”
“Today’s incident was merely a misunderstanding.”
The two comrades from the education team smiled as they spoke.
Lin Ranran replied, “My issue is settled, but yours hasn’t been resolved yet.”
What did she mean by that?
Both comrades inwardly cursed their luck. Was Secretary Lin expecting them to apologize to those fierce farmwives?
Just one tiger head had exhausted all his energy; at this point, the dragon head ought to stay quietly in Yanbei, not meddle in Yannan for no reason.
Sun Hao, wielding a long spear, tangled with Wan Yang. Though Sun Hao had broken through to the Spirit Practitioner realm, he was still at a slight disadvantage against Wan Yang, who had been in that realm for some time.
On either side of the road, palace attendants lowered their eyes, likely because the emperor hadn’t announced his arrival and didn’t require them to kneel.
“What a brilliant idea, Madam. Who designed this?” Claude raised his thumb in praise.

There were grand formations and the opening of immortal gates, fire phoenixes, and dragon pearls—Zhang Hao was utterly bewildered, internally shouting: What are you people up to?
Setting out once more, Tang Yuge unleashed her fifth soul skill, wrapping the group in an aura of earth elements. As expected, they encountered no further attacks from earth spirits along the way.
“Thank you, Brother Green.” Her mother knew she’d benefited, but she was already accustomed to it.
The youth sat cross-legged atop the tower, his hands resting naturally on his knees. The energy of heaven and earth slowly flowed around him. Scorching sunlight gilded his figure in golden robes.
“This cup shall count as his apprenticeship wine!” A voice came from afar, and, using some unknown spell, took the wine cup away across the distance.
Ye Fan fed Mu Yichen the medicine, gently wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, set the bowl on the table, and then pulled the quilt up for Mu Yichen.
The Bull King chuckled, swinging his fist toward Lingxin. The force reached Lingxin before the fist did.
Late at night, Zhang Nuannuan applied a face mask and prepared for sleep. Watching Tang Zheng still busy at his desk, she suddenly felt as though she were living in another world.
“What exactly do you want?” Xia Yunjie finally understood—the two wouldn’t stop until they got useful answers. She decided to see what questions they had.
“Don’t look at me like that. Second Sister willingly gave me her soul seal—I didn’t forcibly take it.” Lingxin protested, not wanting to bear the blame.
Ge Shiyuan was a master at building houses with mud bricks. Now, using wood salvaged from the dismantled enemy stronghold, he rebuilt the homes that had been torn down right on their original plots.

She thought Ji Tang would become a memory, but why, after so much time, did her heart still ache, still recall him so easily?
Gao Qiao glanced around, finally deciding that he couldn’t stay in this bedroom tonight.
Chu Si summoned the White Tiger. It appeared, but a red-furred fox was still curled up, sleeping sweetly atop its head.
That gentle, optimistic mother, always teaching them profound truths—Zhang Nuannuan never imagined her mother would work in society’s most despised profession. Whenever she recalled her mother returning home, smiling at her and her younger brother, Zhang Nuannuan felt a pang of sorrow.
The official website’s comment section had been blasted beyond recognition. The keyboard warriors of Starfish were relentless, unleashing all manner of biting sarcasm.
Midway, Fu Xi was called aside by an elder for a conversation. Lou Xiaoxiao remained within sight, never leaving.
When eating dessert, she had a fruit ice cream, picking out the mango, red beans, kiwi, and dragon fruit.
Last semester, he practiced a lightning spell, but old Arnoch’s quirky temper nearly fried him into a walking explosion every time. He gritted his teeth in frustration every lesson, thanks to that cantankerous old man.