Chapter 62: This Is What You Call Brothers (Bonus Chapter 1/3 for Annie, Who Doesn

Qi Hao returned from drinking and found Zhang Nan waiting in his room with a grim expression.

“I only had a little, didn’t get drunk, just beside the hotel, didn’t drive…”

Qi Hao had sneaked out to have fun behind his agent’s back, and inwardly felt a pang of guilt.

“Something huge has happened!”

Zhang Nan showed Qi Hao a news article online; Qi Hao stared silently for a while, then went to the bathroom to wash his face and clear his head.

“We need to donate some money…”

For them, it was like a perfectly normal person becoming mentally disabled—no different from death.

On the screen, the meteor showed no visible change despite being hit by fifteen artillery shells.

He swung his scalpel without rest or sleep; the surrounding soil was covered in gray-white powder, and newly arrived ghosts were pierced through the gaps between his hair, stored as backups.

In recent months, with the ABC conjecture dispute settled, the entire mathematical community had fallen into quiet. Perhaps it would only stir again when the Fields Medal was awarded this November.

Zhao Chou also gave a bitter smile; though she was a freak, the one standing amid the pile of corpses was even worse.

If the outside environment weren’t so harsh, shouldn’t I have taken this chance to escape?

Under the morning sun, on the eastern hill of the village, the mournful song had abruptly ceased; the soldiers dispersed, leaving only new graves.

Uchiha Fugaku saw Uchiha Mikoto’s frantic denials and felt as if a knife had pierced his heart, yet he was forced to put on an awkward yet polite smile.

At this critical moment, a mysterious black-clad figure appeared; no one knew who he was, but his cultivation technique surpassed everyone else’s.

The three medical ninja hesitated, staring at the chaos unfolding before them, torn in indecision.

When the director’s team announced the time had come, both sides opened their doors simultaneously, saw the mysterious smiles on each other’s faces, felt a twinge of guilt, yet pretended to be calm and confident, probing cautiously—the scene was absurdly funny.

“Your dad!! Stop dawdling here!! Or we all die hugging each other!!” Zhao Qi exploded, screaming hoarsely, pushing the scene’s emotion to its peak.

This place not only had furnaces capable of smelting high-melting-point metals like iron mother, but also ready-made facilities and tools—of course, if raw materials were available, that would be ideal.

The liquid in the inkstone was a beautiful reddish-black; Li Zimu handed the inkstone to Buding; the memory resided in her mind and could not be shared, so Buding had to do it herself.

As the reporter stared in surprise, the Kaiserslautern players had already arrived beneath the stands, preparing to share the celebration with the fans.

Is this really necessary? Moving house and bringing plants and flowers? If you’re that rich, why rent this place at all?

Besides raw beef, Lu An first went to the prepared foods section and packed plenty of cooked meats—beef, pork, chicken, duck—all processed.

Onions are different; any normal person who cuts one raw without preparation will surely burst into tears.

Being tied up by the opponent and unable to achieve his goal—how could such a proud Dortmund genius possibly be satisfied? How could he silently endure and let the Kaiserslautern brutes attack him and his teammates without restraint?

After an unknown length of time, the man’s phone vibrated; the hum was distinctly clear in the room. Ye Li startled, forcing himself to focus—the man had already answered the call.

Moreover, even within the white turtle’s shell world, this unique aura enveloped everything.