Chapter 827

He Chen drove Zheng Wei and the other three girls in her dorm back to their dormitory; with He Chen present, Zheng Wei and the others had plenty of complaints but held them inside, unable to vent freely.

Meanwhile, Song Nuan’s dorm, since their dinner spot was near their campus, had already walked back to their dorm.

Then the complaining began.

“This He Chen? Fame doesn’t do him justice—he’s ridiculously handsome and ridiculously cruel~” Gao Wenruohan, the gold-digger in their dorm, couldn’t help but complain.

His gaze grew increasingly bright, yet his face turned paler and paler; seeing his solemn expression, Xiao Luo knew the decoction had reached its most critical moment.

“A weapon is just a weapon—they’re not partners, they’re tools,” Wan Ni said with a smirk. Then he yanked out the car keys and opened the trunk himself. Inside, two boxes—one long, one short—lay quietly.

“Haha, you’re right—I actually thought the same thing, I just said it offhand,” Nan Gong Xiao rubbed his nose, smiling apologetically.

In the central open area, music and dance were being performed, but Mu Wanqing had no interest in watching; she didn’t even understand why Huo Chen had brought her along—this outfit had been specially made for her by him. As she pondered, the performance ended, and everyone clapped and cheered loudly.

On the other side, Li Ningqin and the others had gathered together, discussing their strategy, unsure whether to hold onto Mist Hidden Valley or head to Gu Tian Mountain.

Chen Long arrived at the locker room only ten minutes before the match started, had no time to speak with Conti, and was shoved onto the coaching bench without warning.

“Do we even have mourning like this?” Du Yuesheng suspected this was some kind of funeral wailing. Maybe the old woman’s family had died? Drowned in the Huangpu River?

Yang Yingying didn’t want him to drink more, but remembering he might have been troubled and sought her out to drink, she let him be, saying not a word to stop him.

If measured by hundred-meter speed, when Chen Long reached four hundred meters, he was still maintaining the same pace as before.

Guo Xiaoman walked aside, opened a drawer, and pulled out a box with a few words written on it.

As his words ended, he stepped into the training room wearing a black uniform leather suit, his expression solemn.

Clearly, she was stunned—not just her; everyone present was either gasping or exclaiming, many simply gaping in shock.

The past few days had been consumed with reorganizing the Liu family; Xiao Yan still hadn’t clarified certain matters with Bai Hua. Now that the trouble was resolved, it was time.

As for the twelve statues, they seemed to wither in an instant, losing all their former grandeur.

“I was planning to go check out the farmland! Looks like I won’t make it!” muttered a local farmer from Yuanwang City, his tone filled with regret.

Because of Qin Yan’s involvement, the second-round selection lasted less than two hours; though the remaining time was long, the third-round final selection had already been scheduled for the day after tomorrow—meaning they’d have at least a day and a half to wander freely in the Flame Valley.

“Report, Young Master, Master Wan—this man is one of several ruffians from Xiangyin County who just now took advantage of the chaos to rob things, were captured, and now tried to escape—we’ve got him!” the soldier reported truthfully.

Qingniao hid behind the tall grass, holding her breath, her gaze sharp with malice; the hidden darts in her hand were infused with mysterious energy.

“Lin the vet studied traditional Chinese veterinary medicine, while you studied Western modern medicine—there seems to be no common ground between the two. How can you even communicate?” Zhang Ming’an said.