Chapter 432: Too Weak

Peng Cheng.

The azure sky was clean, a gentle breeze blew steadily.

On the wide street, vendors set up stalls selling goods, while many pedestrians came and went.

Carriages and horses filled the roads, extraordinarily prosperous.

Warriors with swords and knives at their sides occasionally glanced around, their eyes fixed on the city gate, waiting for Dou Changsheng’s arrival.

This was a Ground Rank battle, naturally causing a sensation; countless people wanted to witness it, for this also

Zhou Xun of the Changfeng Branch had spent fifteen years without becoming friends with Guan Hongfeng; Zhao Xincheng of the Harbor Branch had spent eight years without becoming friends with Han Bin.

The basketball game ended; the physical education teacher announced that Class 5 of Grade 1 had won the championship. Amid the students’ enthusiastic applause, Li Zhengguo ran and jumped onto the podium to receive the award. He took the certificate and bowed slightly to the principal.

On Tuesday morning, when Zhao Hui arrived at the playground, she saw Li Zhengguo again proudly organizing the team, urging several students to line up properly.

Their words were like riddles, yet the audience understood perfectly, their hearts swelling with boundless anticipation.

Should she also find a director to flirt with? But who could match the level of this lecher beside her?

After mocking the three armors, Stark turned to Andy, wanting to know what use these three had.

They walked toward the pier; on the wooden pier, the sea breeze blew against their faces, bringing a refreshing coolness.

Tan Qiqi lay weakly on her hospital bed; when she saw Z, she sat up eagerly to get out, but Z quickly held her back and placed a pillow behind her.

By chance, she asked about her ex-husband and learned that the man had died five years earlier—three months after their divorce.

Sakurai Akane responded in silence to this remark; this reaction made Shen Gong You realize he had guessed correctly.

Su Wushuang saw his bleeding had stopped, checked his breath, found his respiration even and unharmed, sighed softly, then turned her gaze to you.

Qin Mo Shang looked at her; his mood, slightly irritated by the hot weather, instantly brightened.

White and pink powder crumbled from the wall, dusting Wu Jin’s head and face; suddenly, she felt the texture was wrong.

Lin Cha and Yin Xiaoru exchanged a glance and both shook their heads—academics’ world was beyond understanding.

The elder sister married; the younger brother, also a son of the Bo Lu Marquis, yet the Jin family did nothing for the sick man.

But the county princess could not marry the Crown Prince, which filled her with great distress; she even wept, caused scenes, and threatened suicide before the Empress Dowager.

And just coincidentally, the male lead appeared at the critical moment, only to see his beloved being bullied?

Su Min heard this and couldn’t help bursting into loud laughter, brushing her cheek and smiling, “Wrong! I guessed it myself!”

Perhaps she had a stereotype of the leader—she imagined leaders as elegant, clean, sitting calmly in offices handling affairs, never expecting one would personally work in the fields?

Now in Xiangjiang, there are people like Xu Jiajun and Huang Zhiqiang who are loyal to the motherland, but more are loyal to their ancestral homeland.

Fu Jincheng remained silent for a long while; she could cook, knew how to deal with people, and played cards with ease and grace—truly inheriting her grandfather’s art.

Chen Shaoming’s shameless words seemed to shatter DY’s last illusion; after cursing him with the cruelest language she could think of, she calmly told him to let go.

Moreover, Xu Jiajun, heavily promoted by the police force, was still the idol and dream lover of many of her classmates.

Forethought and crisis awareness were deeply etched into her bones; she feared nothing so much as the unexpected—preparation was always right.

“You!” Xu Zhi’s face flushed red; he pointed at Li Weitian, his frantic mind desperately searching for a retort.

Ouyi Han took off her coat, wore a plain white crewneck hoodie, plopped onto the dining chair, and began eating in silent silence.