Chapter 384: The Class Monitor Is So Cute

Evening self-study let out.

Jiang Nian slung his bag over his shoulder, exchanged greetings with Zhang Ningzhi, prepared to head home, and then glanced once more at Li Qingrong, who was packing up her things.

"Heading off, ha."

Li Qingrong paused, looked up at him. Brushing aside the hair that had fallen over her face, she gave a very solemn "mm."

After a moment's thought, she gave a small wave.

Zhang Ningzhi happened to see it and thought, Oh my, the class monitor is so cute. She wasn't on the green channel, but she still wanted to pinch.

Evening self-study let out.

Jiang Nian slung his bag over his shoulder, exchanged greetings with Zhang Ningzhi, prepared to head home, and then glanced once more at Li Qingrong, who was packing up her things.

"Heading off, ha."

Li Qingrong paused, looked up at him. Brushing aside the hair that had fallen over her face, she gave a very solemn "mm."

After a moment's thought, she gave a small wave.

Zhang Ningzhi happened to see it and thought, Oh my, the class monitor is so cute. She wasn't on the green channel, but she still wanted to pinch.

Ye Bufan's heart stirred—Qin Yingjun again. This was the second time he had heard that name; the first had been when Leng Ningbing warned him that this person was dangerous, the fiancé of Nangong Xuan.

"How interesting, truly too interesting!" The head that had fallen to the ground was now grinning hideously, its bloodstained face full of wild, crazed laughter.

"Poof!" Fire Man landed another precise Q skill on the healer, dealing sustained damage while stacking two layers of Spell Thief's Blade through his passive.

Chen Yucheng, seeing the opportunity must not be missed, issued the order to attack. The first wave of three thousand troops boarded assault boats and landed along the coastline, quickly seizing Spain's coastal defenses with their superior weaponry.

Twisting his longsword in a sudden reversal, Hong Ling neither dodged nor evaded, swinging his blade in a slash that instantly drew a dark-golden sword arc through the void.

Of course, Shen Fei had already secured an unassailable position—unless Du Yuanshan had the ability to take him down.

It's like this: everyone believes the college entrance exam is at least relatively fair, but if someone told you the exam could be arranged, how shocking would that be?

An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, even wielding a defensive spiritual artifact, would—at the very least—have their spiritual artifact shattered and be sent coughing up blood with grave injuries from that single strike of the Dark Gold Heavy Sword.

Hu Jiuniang, without the slightest trace of shame, fired right back, not embarrassed in the slightest.

Watching White the Cardinal and Tim looking so smugly pleased with themselves, those bishops who had long been at odds with White the Cardinal were already seeing red, itching to rush up and slap the two of them hard across the face.

Therefore, he was unwilling to copy—first, because he did not wish to cheapen himself; second, because he did not want to spend too much time forcing a superficial resemblance.

Shen Chong calculated the time in his mind: he could only hold out for about another forty seconds before his spiritual source would run dry.

As adults, our task is to work hard, to fight and to produce. As children, our task is to study hard, to master well all the knowledge and skills we ought to master, so as to become the successors of a great nation, inheriting a great cause.

Even with the boost of the Wind-Riding Set, Shen Chong could only be chased and forced to dodge, unable to strike back.

Just as the Yang family was to Qingfeng Town, the Zheng clan within this region spanning several million square kilometers was undeniably a hegemon of the highest order.

Just as Yang Ming was planning to take a car to the city center to try his luck, he suddenly spotted an old-fashioned pharmacy on the street corner.

By now the two had truly fought with killing intent. Whether it was Yang Ming or the Twenty-Third Demon General, the mere shockwaves from their casual strikes were enough to violently shake the convictions of some young master from a clan dozens of miles away.

When typesetting, an iron plate with a frame was used as the base; on top of it was spread a layer of compound made from pine resin, wax, and paper ash. Then the needed clay movable types were picked out and arranged one by one into the frame.

Ye Jingwen's strength... because Ye Jingwen had once been personally taught by Li Gang, and had never crossed hands with her fellow disciples, everyone had only heard of it and never witnessed it firsthand.

He froze, wanting to go up and ask what was going on, but the car wouldn't wait. Once the police officer and Mu Jiao got in, the car started up and left in a cloud of exhaust.

Climbing out of bed, tidying his disheveled hair, and straightening his collar, Ye Wushuang walked slowly out.

Zhuo Yunxiao also went to find some clean cotton cloth, tore it into strips to make simple masks, and handed them out to several of the aunties, telling them to put them on.