Chapter 97: What Did You Do to Me in My Mind?

After two and a half days of rain, the skies finally began to clear on Friday at noon.

This delighted the first-year high school students who happened to have the day off. As soon as school ended that afternoon, a bustling crowd formed a long queue at the school gates.

Chen Shi’an glanced over at the line.

“Don’t first years have makeup classes tomorrow?”

“No, they don’t. The first semester of first year has weekends off. Makeup classes only start in the second semester. Daoist, where shall we go to play ball?”

In front of him, Zhang Yi felt completely seen through. This sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, not even when facing Luo Xiu.

Pan Ling understood Hu Jin’s meaning, but this was truly beyond his power. This was Wang Tian’s matter, and naturally, it was up to him to decide.

The rest were earnest declarations of love from good men towards the radiant young hero of the galaxy. Yet, judging by the conversation, all of Abe Hikaru’s efforts had been rejected. Seeing this lonely fellow, Totori inexplicably found him endearing in every way.

In truth, Mu Zhong had only reached the pinnacle of the second level in his cultivation. However, because his method shared some parallels with the Heavenly Eye Divine Skill, and Zhang Yi had profound mastery over that skill, explaining more posed no difficulty.

This situation seemed quite different from before—could it be related to the maturation of the Ujū silkworm? Looking at the Wildwind Eagle, it too appeared somewhat surprised.

“The Ronghua Estate has long retreated from the martial world and seldom receives outsiders. Young Master Gao, do you have any thoughts?” Su Zige spoke with keen interest, gazing at Gao Muhan, eager to see just how expertly this famed young master of the martial world wielded his influence.

Unable to endure the high-decibel voice of his second aunt, Lin Xiaoxiao refused to let her take away the “homework” she had prepared herself. Even a fool knew that giving it to her second uncle would likely mean he had no mood to “guide” her.

“It’s really tough… I might have to practice singing every day…” Thinking this, Totori glared and gave Qian Ai a sharp warning.

Changning wished he could shed a couple of tears, but unfortunately, his tear glands were clearly inadequate.

“That’s not it! Sorry, I didn’t expect Miss Han to be here. I thought the one mounting the horse was…” Gan Hao hastily explained.

Chu Xuan had intended to teach Luo Yuan a lesson, but after drawing lots on stage, he realized his opponent was not Luo Yuan but a disciple of the Dao Martial Sect named Han Yuan.

Finally enduring until midnight, Mu Lianzhi forcibly pushed the White Tiger into the spatial realm; now, she could hear the tiger’s feeble howls in her ear.

It was early spring—ice melting, mountain flowers blooming. In the distance, white cranes flew faintly into view; nearby, the babbling brook was clear and audible.

“Nonsense! She’s fine! Even stronger than before the fall,” Old Zhang, whose house lay west of mine, shouted through the window toward us.

Following Sun Ce’s instructions, Old Zheng lit a fire and poured the prepared wine into the vessel.

“Your Majesty! I volunteer to answer the second question!” A clear voice rang out from the back row of the great hall. Looking closer, Han Ai stepped forward from his seat and knelt at the center.

After the emperor toasted with some formal words, everyone showered him with flattery, three cheers of “Long live the emperor!” resounded, then they resumed their eating and drinking.

Since there were no more questions, Chu Mo ordered someone to escort Chu Xuan out of the hall to familiarize himself with the imperial city’s surroundings.

Originally, they thought Lan Ke’er was the industry’s number one, and following such a big shot would surely bring a good life.

Zhong Hao’s smile grew ever brighter, yet in that smile, Ke saw an even more promising future awaiting. With Song Yuan aging, Zhong Hao had become the true ruler of the Song clan, and some things could finally begin.

“From this week on, you probably won’t be able to go anywhere, including your beloved swimming.” Judging by Jiang Nan’s tone that afternoon, it seemed Mo Ziqi was doomed this time.