Chapter 107: This Thing Is Just Right

“Professor, congratulations!”

“Director, congratulations on winning the Nobel Peace Prize!”

Lin Ran walked into the Hongshi Base’s administrative hall, and everyone stood to applaud him.

He was NASA’s first Nobel laureate.

Not even counting external scientists indirectly working for NASA were there many Nobel laureates at all.

Lin Ran won the Nobel Peace Prize, but it was still a Nobel Prize, and still a honor.

As fists met, a visible ripple of air erupted, and the surging qi flipped nearby civilians off their feet. Han Chen was blasted backward, while the attacker froze in place from the backlash.

“Why are you serving as Yiya’s bodyguard?” Bing Yuye looked up at her with wide eyes, proving he was deeply curious about this question.

“Qianqian, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” Su Yuran said to Qianxi ahead of her.

“In such a short time, subduing the infamous Wuhua Stone with less than thirty percent of your power—Ouyang Zhuo, what are you hiding from me?” Qian Yulu’s gaze was unbearably serious.

The Wolf King seized the opponent’s wrist, ready to counterattack, when a flash of golden light caught his peripheral vision—his head slammed violently, his eyes went black, and he knew nothing more.

This was the first direct clash between Iron Man and Iron Monger. Though Iron Monger showed signs of ambush, it still indirectly proved his sheer impact and power were formidable.

“What? Fiancé? You got engaged and didn’t tell us? And you share the same surname?” Kai Xuan said.

I guarded her from every possible threat, yet Yingxue chose to strike exactly like this—I won’t let this go unchecked. If my sister did something wrong, isn’t it my duty as her brother to bear some responsibility?

Zhengchu wore white robes and veils, kneeling before the coffin in silence. Bailan followed suit, dressed in mourning, kneeling beside him. Feng Yong looked at the two and felt nothing but profound desolation.

Generally, estates were private lands, not open to the public, mainly to prevent damage to plants from too many visitors.

Never mind Gu Nanjue’s expression—Su Xia had been stunned into silence by Gu’s outrageous words, and only snapped back to awareness when pulled back into the master bedroom, hastily letting go and stepping back several paces.

I knew Lin Qiaowei wouldn’t let this opportunity slip, so I’d mentally prepared myself—but when faced with reporters surrounding me on all sides, I still lost my composure.

It only died down later that day, after the video of TGS Sony’s pre-show press conference was officially uploaded online.

“I’ve never once let him have things his way, have I?!” Lu Xudong let his hand drop, a self-mocking smile on his lips, staring silently for a long while at the body fully covered in white cloth.

Zhao Yunlong looked at Zhang San and wanted to say, You don’t look that old yourself—barely twenty-something—how can you call him young? But Zhao Yunlong wouldn’t say it.

I truly don’t know whether to call her foolish or what—what’s so special about Jiang Junxiu that she’d throw herself at him without hesitation?

“Baihua, over here!” A sudden voice rang out from a table ten meters away; the speaker waved at Lin Baihua.

Today the wind blew from the south, and the boat headed northeast, so Zhang San slightly adjusted the sail and felt what it meant to sail with the wind and current. After lunch, the boat reached Wangjiang’s territory. Zhang San asked the boatmaster: if the wind stayed southerly tomorrow and the day after, they’d reach Yangzhou in three days.

No words were needed anymore. At this moment, I longed to release every emotion buried in my heart and entangle myself deeply with him.

“You think you can stand up? Even if you’re strong, you’re still afraid of my status! I’ll tell you all—today, no one leaves without one hundred taels!” He’d lost ten taels at the gambling den earlier, so now he demanded double back—only then would he not be at a loss.