Chapter 80: Rebirthers Appear

Fang Yifan sullenly arrived at school with his cousin Lin Lei, and immediately sensed this unfriendly atmosphere.

He felt utterly miserable.

He had always considered himself the Wu Dian Eel of Chunfeng Middle School!

Not only did he think he was handsome, but he also believed he was as popular as Wu Dian Eel!

How could he bear it when the girls who should have gazed at him with admiration now looked at him as if he were dog shit?

But he couldn’t just lash out at everyone.

The frustration in his heart

His expression was grim; whether or not Qin Yuzhang’s words had influenced him, in his dream, Shen Mingtang was his fiancée.

Zhao Kuo glanced at Zhao Gao beside him, remembered Mudun playing at Zhao Kang’s house, and sighed again.

Xiao Zhen’s face shifted from red to green, then to pale white—he refused to believe Xie Sanlang’s words. He knelt to inspect the wooden kite and found two interlocked gears; without iron cables to drive them, they could not turn, so the wings could not flap, explaining why it could not fly far.

The third time they were caught again, but the soldiers still let them eat their fill before letting them go; however, after this meal, the woman who always smiled at her—the Fan Master—sat with her on the rooftop and began chatting.

Everyone grew restless, all eager to know what crime Lady Wei had committed to make the Qin King disregard the Marquis of Yong’an and take her away.

He had expected his brother to ignore Ayue—or even throw her out—but to his surprise, after a moment of silence, his brother spoke calmly.

We had the privilege of interviewing Professor Flitwick, the Charms Professor at Hogwarts, who exclaimed: “This is undoubtedly the greatest invention in the magical world this century—or even the next.”

“It seems several factions are targeting Lord Yuan. You clearly have enough power to wipe them out—why not just eliminate them? Lower-world factions are merely pawns to upper-world ancestral houses; if things get desperate, they’re abandoned. Lord Yuan is fully entitled to do this,” Jiang Ying said, as if recalling something.

After all, Red Spider had vanished for a long time, and that black Autobot Transformer had appeared far too conveniently, with a modus operandi that bore traces of Red Spider’s style.

Fengniang nodded and said: “When we rescued her, she was covered in wounds—who knows if she was being hunted by enemies? If so, sending her away would be sending her to her death.”

After the battlefield was cleared, Lü Bu ordered double sentries posted and commanded soldiers to rest immediately.

Moments later, Xingluo stepped across the broken swords and shattered armor, passed through Chongyang Gate, and rushed into Zixiao Palace.

These retired or retired cadres gained both substance and face at this symposium, and their opinion of Wang Qiang soared. Previously, whether under Bai Luqiang’s administration or Xiao Zhengping’s interim rule, cadres had been utterly ignored; to receive such treatment was truly astonishing.

Zhang Yixiang screamed wildly, even lunging forward, shouting she would examine it herself. But in the corridor, she stumbled and slammed into the wall, instantly fainting.

At these words, everyone involuntarily clapped—including Hua Youlan, who had been watching silently.

“Tell me…” Qin Ruyi leaned back lazily in her chair and said coolly, “I’d really like to hear your story.” She intended to first build rapport with Tang Jin; though she knew she could never gain his trust, she at least hoped to lower his guard—otherwise, this interrogation might yield nothing.

“Thump!” Their sleeves clashed; Hua Baifeng staggered, his face showing surprise, withdrew his claw, changed tactics, and struck Deng Xuan’s left rib.

Xingyue: “Heart Insight is a special skill—the user must make physical contact with the target to activate it. After activation, you touch the person first, then silently think ‘Know Heart’ to learn their personality—but the success rate is only 10%.”