Afternoon
Three o'clock
Su Cheng headed towards the Archery Club dojo, donned his protective gear, and upon arriving at Ji Qingyi's private dojo, he found her already waiting for him.
She sat there, holding a brush, meticulously practicing calligraphy, her cold, beautiful face looking particularly enchanting at the moment.
He did not disturb her and instead began practicing on his own.
After a long while.
She stopped her calligraphy practice and started to arrange the tea set. After a while, she looked up at Su Cheng.
"How do you feel today?"
"A bit stronger than yesterday."
He replied.
"Please sit."
Ji Qingyi pointed to the stool opposite her, indicating that he should sit down.
Su Cheng sat down, and Ji Qingyi began to brew tea for him, which included green tea and mint leaves.
The aroma of the tea filled the entire room.
Su Cheng took a sip, the tea with a hint of mint's coolness was very refreshing, making him feel much more energetic.
"Thank you, President."
He put down the teacup and said seriously.
To be honest, such treatment was probably unique to him in the entire school.
And it happened every day.
Such a thing, if told, would be considered bragging, but now it was happening for real.
It was his honor.
"You don't need to thank me, it's mutual benefit."
Ji Qingyi looked at him and said indifferently.
"Hmm?"
Su Cheng showed confusion on his face.
"I just hope you can grow quickly and bring greater benefits to the Archery Club."
Ji Qingyi's tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuation.
"Ah, this..."
Su Cheng was a bit speechless after hearing this.
The tea in his hand suddenly felt hot.
"I'll do my best."
Su Cheng took a deep breath and replied seriously.
"I look forward to your best effort."
Ji Qingyi's tone remained unchanged, but this sentence made Su Cheng feel a chill all over.
It seemed like there was more to her words!
To be honest, chatting with these S-level individuals was very mentally exhausting.
Ji Qingyi poured another cup of tea for Su Cheng and then began to tidy up the calligraphy paper beside her.
He noticed that the calligraphy was completely different from her previous signature; the strokes were exceptionally beautiful, the brushwork gentle and fluent, each stroke carrying a unique charm.
There was only one character.
[Tranquil]
This single character seemed to contain some magical power, each stroke seemingly imbued with a rhythm that could captivate one's heart.
He even had a delusion.
Just by looking at this character, his body and mind felt calm, and an unusual feeling welled up in his heart.
"Are you interested in this?"
Ji Qingyi said indifferently.
"Yes, it gives me the feeling of a painting, even though it's just a character."
Su Cheng admitted without hesitation.
Ji Qingyi glanced at him indifferently and continued, "Each Chinese character is a painting, depicting a culture that has been passed down for thousands of years."
She gently stroked the calligraphy, her beautiful eyes seeming to carry some mystery, or perhaps some profound meaning.
Su Cheng did not speak, but looking into Ji Qingyi's eyes, he felt a sense of pressure.
"If you like it, I can give it to you after the competition."
"Then I'll thank you in advance, President."
He was silent for a while before finally nodding.
Dinglingling~
The club dismissal bell rang.
"Let's go."
Ji Qingyi stood up.
Su Cheng also stood up and followed her out, one in front and one behind.
Then the gap between the rich and the poor widened further—one rode a bicycle, the other sat in a car with security measures even better than a presidential vehicle.
After a busy day, Su Cheng parked his bicycle in front of a supermarket.
Well, it was also under Ji Qingyi's family's name.
In this world, it was impossible to escape her family's businesses. It was so exaggerated that even booking a hotel room was under her family's name.
Whoever married her probably wouldn't need money for the rest of their life.
Because they could just charge it to Ji Qingyi's account!
Su Cheng bought a bunch of things and dragged his tired body back home.
Interacting with two S-level individuals made him feel extremely exhausted.
After dinner, he changed into his sports clothes and rode his beloved bike out for exercise.
He rode for about an hour.
He arrived at the place where he had previously discovered a fugitive; this was an area where poor families lived.
Flame City had ten districts, naturally including the economically poorest one.
And this place was it.
Why did he come here?
Naturally, he wanted to see if there were any unscrupulous small gangsters, so he could play the part of a weakling to defeat them, and test his eye abilities again.
Su Cheng walked down an old alley, which was very narrow, with garbage cans on both sides filled with smelly socks, shoes, and eggs.
Seeing no surveillance or people, he put his bike into the system space.
He jogged slowly, observing the surroundings, and soon ran out of the area without any dramatic incidents.
He rode his bike around the streets a few more times.
His speed was slow, maintaining a steady pace, making him look like an ordinary young man strolling around, not attracting any attention.
Then, he prepared to jog home, but suddenly saw a man sitting alone by the lake, looking a bit dispirited, and seemingly drunk, drinking cola.
It was Zhao Feifei.
Wait, cola?
Su Cheng was stunned.
Did cola now contain alcohol?
He frowned and walked over.
It wasn't that he liked to meddle in other people's business, but since this person was like him, a commoner, seeing him sitting alone by the lake, it stirred some emotions.
He used to often sit alone like this, but no one ever came to comfort him; they would just coldly watch.
Now that he encountered such a situation, he naturally couldn't stand by and do nothing. He walked over and asked, "Why are you drinking? Don't you know cola contains alcohol?"
Zhao Feifei, hearing someone speak, turned his head to see a familiar face and immediately showed a surprised expression.
"You..."
"What's with you? Why are you like this?"
He shook Zhao Feifei.
"Su Cheng, you... don't need to care about me, I just want to be alone for a while."
Zhao Feifei struggled for a moment before finally saying.
It was evident that the breakup had hit him hard.
"Can you stop with this useless emotion?"
Su Cheng said irritably, his tone quite harsh.
"You wouldn't understand. The promises of eternal love that were once made have now vanished like smoke. What else can I do?"
Zhao Feifei laughed bitterly and then took out a can of cola, drinking it while muttering to himself, "What were those initial promises of eternal love supposed to be?"
"Well, they were idioms."
Su Cheng thought seriously before giving his conclusion.
"Get lost, you're the idiom."
Zhao Feifei cursed, "Don't think you can lecture me just because you scored a few more points than me on the exam, get out of here!"
"Alright, goodbye."
Su Cheng shrugged.
Then, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait."
Just as Su Cheng was about to step away, Zhao Feifei called out, "I think you should understand my feelings, after all, you're even more ridiculous than me, you jumped into the river."
"......"
Su Cheng's footsteps froze, and his face instantly stiffened.
"How did you know about that?"
"I heard about it in the county next to yours."
Zhao Feifei looked at Su Cheng's expression and suddenly felt a strange sense of pleasure.
"Women only affect my grades. After jumping into the river, I became the top scorer in the high school entrance exam!"
Su Cheng suddenly pointed his finger at Zhao Feifei's face, "Look at you now, you probably won't ever surpass me in your lifetime, and you have the nerve to mock me? You don't even have the courage to jump into the river!"
"You..."
Zhao Feifei was furious, his face slightly red, and without saying another word, he turned around and walked towards the front, shouting, "Who's afraid of whom!"
"Plop~"
Zhao Feifei jumped into the lake.
"Bravo!"
Su Cheng gave him a thumbs up.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
