Chapter 77: Holding the Horse: Does Jiang Ming Want Me to Praise Him?

As the practice match progressed, both teams’ breathing rates accelerated involuntarily, each side stunned by the other’s performance.

In the NXG training room, five teenagers stared at the screen, their pupils trembling slightly.

They, who had just swept the selection tournament and finished the preseason in record time, were now torn open by SKT’s second team along a rift called talent disparity.

On the top lane, Song Yuan bit his lower lip and hammered at the keyboard.

He

“Ding, system detects that the host has gained basic understanding of the Huangchuan Continent. Issuing [Newbie Gift Pack]. Please accept.” The Benevolent Invincible System chimed in a mechanical voice.

His heart pounded like a drum; his every breath was pulled by the figure onstage, until in one instant, a gunshot rang out—and the figure onstage smiled faintly, raising an arm in a mimed shooting gesture.

“Just… just have it then.” Feng Ran’s ears rang from Bai Muhan’s shout, but knowing she was in the wrong, she dared not retort, shrinking like a quail in shame.

It was back then, when renting an apartment, that she met her current shopkeeper, who pitied her and referred her to work at the Tiffany counter.

Gao Haoyue grew even angrier, her face flushed and neck swollen with rage, her blood pressure spiking instantly.

According to the name passed down in the Blood Clan, this trait is called “Heart Like Still Water, Thought Like Bright Flame.” Any power whose combustion fluctuates unstably, if channeled into his body, cannot stir his heart—only to be absorbed and transformed into fuel by the flame-like thought.

This incident alarmed Director Liu, who, to give the students a proper response, forced him to run ten laps around the track and deducted five points from his quantitative score for skipping class.

The weather has fluctuated greatly over these two days, and the classroom has remained poorly ventilated for long periods, so the number of students with colds has surged.

Li Mengjiao couldn’t be chosen, Zhang Yangning couldn’t be chosen either—even though Huang Yongjun had rejected Zhang Yangning’s advances, Professor Fang couldn’t bring himself to pick up what someone else had refused.

Xia Tian wasn’t unwilling; she merely feared that if this went poorly, people would say their motives were impure—that with all their wealth, they were coming back to seize their younger brother and sister-in-law’s meager belongings. But Lin Yilu pestered her until she had no choice but to agree.

Seeing Qiao Chu’s rogue demeanor lifted Su Nian’an’s gloom, yet she had no desire to be closely tied to soldiers or police. She dialed Yin Biwei’s number, spoke briefly, and gave the address.

Li Zimo smiled, acting like an older sister, then poured Li Zimo some juice.

Turning his head to look around, Li Han realized he was in a valley, surrounded by towering green mountains, with vegetation strikingly similar to Earth’s.

She didn’t even know the boy’s name, left Peach Blossom Valley, and never saw him again. Later, she met Rong Ting—and fell for him at first sight… Gradually, she forgot the shameless request she’d once made for the boy to marry her, yet she still habitually wore the jade pendant he’d given her.

“You’d better not manifest now, or you’ll waste the demon crystal,” Wei Qing said simply.

Mu Qingqing was truly drunk; her resentment and hatred were numbed. She believed she was still the Princess of Ting, the man before her her husband who had cherished her, the man she loved most.

After enduring a night of torment, as dawn began to lighten the horizon, Huo Beiting finally succumbed to sleep.

“I’m certain the clothing designs I hold can move some hearts,” Qiu Xuan laughed heartily. Thinking of this, Qiu Xuan felt immense joy—finally, the greatest obstacle no longer existed.

But only twenty seconds later, Zhao the Young Master used a screen to launch a direct arc shot—the sixth three-pointer of the quarter.

“This…” The brother who had just been cheated looked at the newcomer and hesitated.