Chapter 164: Knowing White, Guarding Black: Team Two Takes the Stage!

Even Jiang Ming himself hadn’t expected that this mere trial session thrown in for filler would become such a viral moment, the first breakout hit of the evening, instantly propelling the channel to number one on the trending list.

Xu Tao’s basic skill drills, Song Yuan’s cane-alien tug-of-war training, Pang Pang and Xiao Wu’s joint e-sports online class, and finally Xiao Shi’s dual role as vendor and hands-on counselor helping a crowd of wild kings kick their gaming addiction through wild zone clashes.

The chosen lucky ones in the training segment

“Dragon whirlwind,” Hong Tu murmured three words, and a dragon whirlwind appeared beside Brother She, Ah Bao, Ah Hu, and Ah Long, snatching them into the sky; Ah Bao hadn’t even thrown his grenade before the whirlwind hurled it upward.

After that commotion, Qin Wan no longer felt like continuing to light Sichuan pepper; she took Gou Sheng home and headed straight for the kitchen.

Why, after leaving Prince Kang’s estate, had she so conveniently encountered Zhang Wenzhong—and Prince Rui? She couldn’t shake the feeling that everything had been arranged.

The high officials who truly understood the court’s undercurrents all knew that Guo Bin could remain secure as Governor of Yingchuan precisely because he was part of the Emperor’s faction, the Son of Heaven’s man.

Sui Xin wanted to laugh at that remark—laugh out of anger. This Lan Yue was far too arrogant. Am I just a bit prettier than others? She’d just publicly dissed me.

Fu Xianyue swiftly swept her legs at Wu Jincheng’s lower body, forcing him into steady retreat—clearly gaining the upper hand.

The waiter knew the man had slipped either a sedative or some harmful substance into the wine; he glanced at the red wine, hesitating—it was a dangerous act. If caught, he’d be ruined.

“Big Brother, this is Grandpa’s adopted grandson, Hong Tu. This is my big brother, Hong Tu—call him Uncle.” He Wan’er saw He Tao frantically signaling her and stepped in to introduce Hong Tu to her big brother, sparing He Tao from embarrassment.

“It’s rare for Brother Shan to visit Jingcheng—why rush to leave? Stay a few more days, let Xianyue properly host you!” Fu Xianyue politely urged him to stay.

“Do you truly accept this marriage? Do you truly delight in Xing Shen?” An Yuxin asked, lifting her gaze to Feng Qiwén.

The pure white, untainted angel raised his glass, his bright eyes carefully studying the juice within.

“How’s his performance?” Yang Biao narrowed his eyes. A new official, appointed at such a time—hardly needed to ask. Local magnates would hardly trust these newcomers; nitpicking, feigning obedience while secretly resisting was inevitable.

“What’s going on?!” Da Niu rushed from the kitchen, still gripping his cleaver, his posture fierce as if ready to fight to the death.

Instantly, a powerful white aura pushed back the Heart-Eating Demon’s assault; the demon glared hatefully at Hehuan, who appeared utterly unconcerned, then violently retracted its magic, directing all its force toward Hehuan.

Ye Wei had just stepped out of school, pulled out her phone, and found her father had miraculously called her.

Yet the clothes they bought were always taken back by Er Gouzi, and the money to buy them came from this man via Er Gouzi—now Er Gouzi’s home was piled high with clothes.

“Lampard will be the worst-performing player?” No matter how he thought about it, he found it impossible.

He automatically took the thin sheet, opened it with a glance, and his expression changed instantly; he looked up at Wei Zhong, who gave him a subtle, silent signal.

Yun Haotian, however, was far more anxious than Shui Yiren, especially since the Grand Priest began the ritual—his heart pounded wildly, up and down.

Though Liu Bei’s losses would be heavy, perhaps even heavier than Cao Cao’s, how could those ragtag mobs compare to Cao Cao’s battle-hardened legions?

Lin Dong felt the rolling heat wave rushing toward him, yet his expression remained calm as ever, showing not a trace of fear.