Chapter 103: Educational Theorist Xu Chengjun (6K)
But sometimes, things just don’t go as you expect.
Xu Chengjun died a social death.
In recent days, the county radio station and county newspaper repeatedly reported: “Our county’s young comrade Xu Chengjun has been admitted to Fudan University’s graduate program, bringing honor to his hometown!”
Just as the broadcast cycle ended, Qian Ming showed up at Xu Chengjun’s home.
“Hello, uncle, hello, auntie~”
“Big brother is back too!”
“Xiaomei looks even more beautiful!”
“Why did you do this?” The Feathered Serpent God could not fathom any reason that would compel him to risk his life to protect someone. Even among ancient tribes, such a thing had never happened—or at least, the Feathered Serpent God had never encountered it.
He had only sung two songs just now. They had agreed on three songs, and he insisted on finishing all three before leaving.
Li Yuanhao still sat behind his desk, staring repeatedly at the final image of Chen Wudong’s body being taken away.
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On such a joyous day, many people were utterly drunk, including Wang Feng and Yang Qiang.
Upon hearing Li Mingqiu’s words, Jessica was momentarily stunned. Only then did she suddenly realize their current predicament. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she edged closer toward Li Mingqiu.
Of course, this was also why Xu Hao stared so oddly at Cromwell’s dossier. The reason was simple: this man basically held all military power in England, yet he couldn’t establish himself as king. He was even preparing to negotiate a constitutional monarchy with the king, who stubbornly refused to comply.
Xiuxiu was not about to believe his words. Her eyes flicked around before she picked up the spoon, took a bite of monkey brain, and sipped the soup. Secretly amused, she realized the monkey brain was clearly made from tofu. Looking down at the curtain, sure enough, a trembling monkey paw peeked out.
As always, Ma Cangyao’s dead fish eyes somehow landed again on Yesheng Yi.
“But these Japanese are really quite the gourmets—they hang people on hooks, and they don’t die quickly.”
Slumped against Qin Dahai was the bloodied, white-haired head of an old man, his skull rolled to one side, barely supported.
The last human recognized by Victini was over a thousand years ago—the king of the “Earth People,” the old monarch who harnessed Victini’s power to move the “Earth Sword” here.
“Don’t pay attention to him. We won’t let such a person into our troupe,” Brian said as he walked ahead, seemingly trying to calm the two.
‘I’m a bounty hunter now. What should a bounty hunter do?’ Xia Yan thought to himself.
The iron nail blueprint I gave to the blacksmith was naturally not the delicate, smooth nails of later times, but rather rough, simple triangular wedges.
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Wan Zhi burst out laughing. Seeing Zhao Xizhen lose the disc game, she was so delighted that joy lit up her face without her realizing it.
“I heard the champion will receive a gifted quasi-divine spirit offspring bred by the alliance,” Da Wu said casually.
She could only sit down, feeling awkward inside. With no topic, she asked what they had been doing over the past month.
In this ancient era of imperial power, human life was as cheap as grass. People blinded by rage would do anything.
In the past, these slaves were lucky to have food to eat, but now, not only could they eat their fill, they could even eat meat—far better off than many commoners. So it couldn’t be said that I mistreated them.
In the past two days, global sports media, even mainstream outlets, have been covering this matter. Qi Ce has appeared for the fifth time on the nation’s most important news platform—Asian Cup, Ballon d’Or, treble champion, six-time champion, and transfer to Chelsea. Five times in total, he topped the news broadcast, becoming CCTV’s most favored sports figure of the past year.
She let out a soft call and slowly raised her head, hair cascading down. Shen Jun’s heart tightened, as if he had seen that hair before—not only the hair but also the woman. Yet, for the moment, he couldn’t recall where.