Chapter 923: If I Have to Swallow This, I Could Eat Shit! Just Missed Luck!

Hearing that, Luo Shuangshuang First Place jumped out,

"Lin Yang, how is it, is it fun inside?"

Ximen Zhirou couldn't contain curiosity either, "Is it going smoothly? Did anything fun happen?"

Everyone chattered around Lin Yang, spitting saliva all over his face.

He was originally enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention, but couldn't stop them from crowding and pushing his body against the wall.

"Hey, who the hell touched my butt!?"

Qin Weiyang's arched eyebrows rose, she forced a Passage open, flinging the koala‑like silhouette away.

She looked at Lin Yang's distorted features, reached out and slapped him.

Slap—

"Are you still alive?"

Lin Yang snapped back to his senses, covering his burning cheek, and said bewilderedly, "Why did you hit me?"

Qin Weiyang said seriously, "I only brushed my hand quickly across your cheek; where does a hit come from?"

"You have (one)."

"I don't have (one)."

"There is (one)!"

Slap!

Qin Weiyang rubbed her wrist lightly and said, "Now there is one."

Lin Yang reached to the other cheek, looking stunned.

He felt his face swelling at an incredible speed.

And the swelling was uneven on both sides.

It seems...

One side higher, one side lower.

Lin Yang instantly flared up, "Fine, Wei Yang, you're just jealous that I could attend the top conference, so you dealt such a harsh blow to me!"

Qin Weiyang didn't retort, plopped onto the sofa, and stared at him silently.

As if saying—so?

Lin Yang kept saying three "good" words, "So you're not even performing, huh? Just watch how I'll deal with you once I succeed."

Qin Weiyang's mouth curved slightly, "Don't keep me waiting too long."

Just as the two stared at each other, Su Yang said, "I'll go take a shower first, you chat."

As soon as the person left, the others gathered again.

They all widened their curious eyes, like students thirsting for knowledge.

Seeing this, Lin Yang cleared his throat and said seriously, "At first I thought it was just a simple meeting."

"But after going, I realized the danger there was no less than a Death Game!"

"In a Death Game you can at least touch people, but in the Round Table Meeting everyone wears a Mask, you can't even see faces."

"You don't know, those cannibals who don't spit out bones can swiftly tie a Rope into a dead knot with their mouths."

"Fortunately, you, Yang Ge, I'm smarter than others, with a steadfast mind."

"After a hard struggle, we finally broke through the encirclement!"

Listening to his self‑praise, Qin Weiyang rolled her eyes mercilessly.

Tch~!

Lin Yang selectively ignored the sound and continued vividly, "Now I finally understand why ancient civil officials could drive military officials to death."

"Any tiny flaw or loophole in a sentence gets infinitely magnified."

"A torrent of spit comes at you, with nowhere to hide, you just have to endure it."

"The worst part... if someone attacks you with logic, the frustration can blow your lungs up."

"I've gone through something similar—"

"You don't know, when I just presented the Proposal, they impatiently attacked me, slandered me, trampled me."

"Luckily I had prepared my mindset in advance."

"You also know my nature; when attacked, I wouldn't just comply."

"If I have to swallow this attitude, I could eat shit!"

"..."

Bla bla bla, a long speech.

He even used his limbs, gesturing wildly to elaborate Blood Rain and Fragrant Wind in vivid detail.

The crowd's moods rose and fell like a roller coaster under Lin Yang's emotional sway.

It felt like watching an incredibly spectacular action movie.

Especially Sun Qinghe, who clenched both hands to her chest, eyes full of shock, "So scary? Then you must be exhausted, right?"

Lin Yang appreciated the comment, but showed nothing.

He still wore a deep expression.

"This hardship is nothing; when Heaven bestows a great task upon a person, they must first..."

"Stop bragging, it's disgusting to hear."

Lin Yang, interrupted, showed displeasure; he knew from the voice it was Qin Weiyang undermining him.

He turned his head and saw her curled up on the sofa, in the same pose as when she first lay on the prison bed.

"How can a faithful copy be considered bragging? Have you ever been to the Round Table Meeting? Do you know how dangerous it is inside?" Lin Yang asked three consecutive questions.

Qin Weiyang glanced at him, then rose and left without a word.

She went to the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and took out two buckets of instant noodles.

Lin Yang, seeing this, withdrew his gaze and continued recounting the perilous episode.

Twenty minutes later, Su Yang came out of the room.

He wiped his hair with a towel, turned his head, and saw Qin Weiyang standing beside him, holding two buckets of instant noodles.

"You're hungry, aren't you? Which bucket do you want?"

Su Yang was slightly surprised and instinctively pointed, "Red braised beef noodles."

"Alright, I'll have the sour‑spicy one," Qin Weiyang carried the instant noodles to the dining area.

Su Yang looked around left and right, bewildered.

What's going on…

Is Qin Weiyang actually in charge of tonight's late‑night snack?

What did Lin Yang go off to do?

Su Yang draped the towel over his neck, lifted the lid, and began eating.

"Slurp—"

"How is Lin Yang still chatting?"

Qin Weiyang let out a gentle sigh, a hint of pity in her eyes, "Your good brother has gone completely deranged; even the Divine cannot save him."

Su Yang suddenly found it funny, "Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Here you go~" Qin Weiyang pursed her mouth to indicate, "He's gone into a fire‑spirit madness, fully immersed in his own heroic fantasies, unable to extricate himself."

Su Yang perked up his ears and listened carefully.

He found the content was all about how Lin Yang debated the scholars with his tongue, how he broke through the encirclement, and achieved ultimate victory.

It also mentioned Su Yang's performance.

But the amount was extremely low, basically just brushed over in a mouthful.

"He bragged for twenty minutes?" Su Yang said in surprise.

"Hmm," Qin Weiyang nodded expressionlessly.

Heavens…

Su Yang took a sip of the broth, savored its rich aroma, then smiled, "Sometimes you don't have to be so serious; let him play freely."

"Lin Yang is the 'elder', he is also the absolute core of the team; he deserves applause,"

Qin Weiyang's face was full of displeasure, "I don't know why, but seeing him show off makes me uncomfortable."

Su Yang pursed his lips and said, "Actually, it's not just you who sees through it; they also know Lin Yang's bragging is largely exaggerated, but the big guys all pretend to be clueless while understanding fully."

?

Qin Weiyang turned her head and saw everyone's faces tense at that moment, as if they were immersed in the perilous scene Lin Yang described.

Immediately, ear‑splitting shouts and praises erupted.

"Why?" she asked, puzzled.

"In hard times, such a character is needed to inspire people; Lin Yang is far more than a team seasoning—he's also a tonic that steadies everyone's daily lives," Su Yang explained.

Even the newly joined partners were clear about Lin Yang's urinary nature.

The others need not be mentioned.

Even Luo Shuangshuang, who usually sparred with Lin Yang all day, unusually did not sabotage the scene at this moment.

"The big guys hope to see the proposal pass; Lin Yang's reaction already foreshadowed the outcome,"

"Since the wish has been fulfilled, why not accompany him in a play while the mood is so good?"

"A happy ending for all; we can still get a good night's sleep tonight,"

"I know you're eager to prove yourself and don't want to waste that Talent Reforge,"

"Take it slow, no rush,"

"What should be will come sooner or later,"

Su Yang drained all the broth from the bucket of noodles, then let out a relieved sigh.

Then his gaze fell on the exquisite face, and in a gentle voice said, "Don't let yourself fly too tiredly."

"You are already more than enough."

"Just a bit lacking…"

"Just a little luck."