Chapter 104: Where There Is Anomaly, There Is Surely Mischief

The last class on Saturday afternoon was English.
Having the favorite teacher, who always ended class on time, come for the final lesson before the holiday was unanimously considered a blessing by all the students.
If, instead, that old nuisance Mr. Liang had taken the class, it would have been nothing short of a curse.
“Stand up!”
“Good afternoon, teacher!”
Teacher Ye stepped into the classroom, startled by the loud and enthusiastic greetings from everyone.
“Why are you all so...”
Though Gong Sheng was originally designed as a university student and Bai Xuejia hadn’t applied much makeup, there was still a noticeable difference between him and Gong Sheng—at least he wasn’t nearsighted and didn’t wear glasses.
Most companies had short lunch breaks, so this time was just enough to head straight to work.
Grandma smiled and said, “Alright, Grandma will go back with you to see her great-grandchild!” Not long after her words, her figure gradually blurred.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s fragile heart was mercilessly struck. Her self-esteem began to falter. She hurriedly got up and ran out of the private room. Ye Ting wanted to chase after her but wondered what good it would do. Such matters could only be resolved by oneself.
Ruan Bing suddenly felt parched and dry in his mouth, unable to tell if he was joking or serious. No, he really meant it.
In the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed. Han Jun had been away from home for more than ten days. During this time, he stayed at Zhang Xinya’s house and had been tirelessly attending interviews at the major companies in Shang City, but just like before, he returned empty-handed.
After settling on this strategy, Qin Lu took Bear Cangyue’s token and, following Bear Cangyue’s instructions, sought out Mountain Leopard that very night.
Before Ye Jingcheng left to meet Jason, Tang Wan suddenly received an unfamiliar email. The sender’s name was Erin, and the contents were shockingly astonishing.
From the moment Ye Jingcheng entered, he knew she had many things to say to him. That was why he kept dodging and acting proactively, but he was fully aware that he could not escape. As long as she returned, there would be no way out.
Hong Haohan also felt something was amiss—they had forgotten about the assassin from Lige Tower, whose lightness skills were uniquely outstanding in the martial world. Wu Ming thought of this as well; the two exchanged a glance, seeing the worry in each other’s eyes. Then, with a fierce shout, they surged forward with their profound energy.
Upon hearing this, MacArthur’s eyes widened in astonishment, his face full of disbelief as he shouted out.
After all the teams were assembled, Zhang Tao delivered yet another speech filled with empty congratulations and encouragement, with the clear goal of urging everyone to work tirelessly and make money for him, the chairman.
Standing up and applauding was merely a modest way to express inner excitement and respect—the most insignificant gesture.
Because this kind of symbiotic transmission required additional brain computation—essentially overexertion—it was no wonder Skye felt an inexplicable fatigue. Hopefully, it wouldn’t lead to hair loss or baldness.
Just as Pierce’s mind turned into a muddled mess, the office door suddenly knocked. After acknowledging, his eyes were momentarily blinded by a bright light as the Indian agent Sitwell entered, the glare reflecting off his shaved head.
Now, to top it all off, he dared to provoke him right to his face—truly a laughable yet frustrating situation.
This was clearly unreasonable, but Zhang Jun and the others had no alternatives and had to follow Shen Tuo’s arrangements. As for Qu Duan and the rest, they fully agreed with Shen Tuo’s tactics: overwhelming the few with many, maximizing the efficiency of their numbers.
Moreover, the two hundred Ta152 fighter planes’ exchange energy points were actually the life-saving energy points he had left, used for this redemption.
To others, An Mu’s behavior might have seemed foolish beyond doubt, but what did that matter? As long as he was happy, it was enough. Life is short—why cling to rumors?