Chapter 108: Focus Interview: The Future of a Generation

When Fang Xinghe returned home, everyone had gathered again.

The little eagles were sprinting toward their high school entrance exams; with no time on weekdays, they would dash over every weekend, making a huge meal or playing something, all in a loud fuss.

But today no one was fooling around; everyone knew the eldest was appearing on Focus Interview.

In these times, Focus Interview carried a kind of sacred authority; once they broadcast an interview, the vast majority of ordinary people would believe it.

In this

I rained a downpour over the city; fearing the rain was insufficient, I had the black clouds summon spring water and groundwater from the mountains, and I also rained down heavy showers in the nearby deep mountains.

Only when he watched her shove food into her mouth with ravenous haste did his expression soften a bit.

"I wish you were a free gift with a phone bill top-up; if you were even half like your sister, how much trouble would I save!" After speaking, the call was hung up.

Because it was her first time undertaking such a mountain-excavating feat, she had made no preparations, so the hollowed-out mountain body actually trembled.

I had Zhang Baoqiang sit opposite me and poured him a glass of water. Zhang Baoqiang smiled and said, "Big brother, you're too polite; I can do it myself. I don't come to places like this often; this place feels a bit strange, not somewhere an ordinary person would stay."

Ye Er'ya was also picking vegetables nearby, her head bowed the whole time, not even sparing a glance at Ye Jin.

A plain robe swayed in the wind; the outer gray squirrel-fur coat was gone. He wore only a bamboo hat on his head, the white veil that covered his face let down.

Second Uncle shrugged, speaking very lightly; the whole group raised no objections. For a bunch of old hands, these were no difficult matters.

"You can't say it that way; transport as much as you can transport. I admire you very much," Fu Wannian said with deep meaning, his words clearly carrying another layer of implication.

I knew this might be because Ergou had been frightened, so I adjusted my tone and said, a bit nervously, "Ergou, don't stutter; speak slowly, you can do it."

As Chrysanthemum just put a slice of pickled-cabbage fish into her mouth, she heard Huang Sheng's words and immediately burst into violent coughing.

"On the right, Qianshan Academy, the Su family, Su Yi." Just as these two were exchanging pleasantries and chatting idly, the referee on the martial arts platform shouted again, and then Su Yi slowly walked up onto the platform.

Afterwards, Hayumi and Celia, under Royal's lead, arrived in the garden of Yigonorunt.

Hearing this, Du Yuan bowed slightly and said, "This sister, we have urgent matters; we beg your pardon for not accompanying you; farewell!" With those words, Du Yuan immediately set off again with Qu Zhifeng, striding forward at a great pace.

It is rumored that more than fifty years ago, the Demon King of the Demon Realm led the demon army to attack the human world, attempting to seize the human realm.

Since all had passed, everyone continued running up the mountain to the second mountain villa, while Qin Yue returned to the old lady's side and got into the car with her.

She had picked some that were still relatively fresh, but they were probably already beginning to rot, covered with parasites and maggots.

"What is it?" Fu Siyan's pretty face inexplicably flushed red; no one knew what Fu Siyan was actually thinking.

Clang! In a moment of distraction, the pendant on her neck snapped its string and fell straight to the ground. In Li Mu's mind, a thud resounded, making him dizzy and disoriented. He slowly fumbled for the pendant, his spirit focusing entirely on that square-inch object. Suddenly, he felt that everything around him was too abnormal. Where was this? What was he doing?

"Then tell me the baby's name; I can go out and look for it later," Mu Ziyun said.

If things were truly like this, Wu Xuanming would hold a grudge against himself for a lifetime and would never forgive himself.

Xiao Ling spoke very politely. Actually, it wasn't that he feared the other party; rather, if this matter could be resolved peacefully, there would be no need to draw swords or fire guns, because he truly disliked the taste of blood.

Yet seeing that the two showed not the slightest posture of admitting fault, Quan Quan could only feel helpless; the crowd around, seeing such a situation, could only be speechless.