Volume 1, Chapter 157: President Lu's Little Schemes

New Year's Eve.
At nine in the morning, Jiang Ning was awakened by her phone's ringing. Opening her eyes to see Lu Cheng, she was dazed for a moment. "Why haven't you left for the company yet?"
Outside, the daylight was bright, suggesting it was already quite late. Normally, by the time she woke up, Lu Cheng had already gone.

Zhao Yan employed a similar method of domestication on the soul of this spiritual leopard, alternating between firmness and leniency. After about half an hour, a sudden flash of joy appeared on Zhao Yan's face.
Beiming Lingyun and Fengying followed Jiang Tianchen back to the inn, where a grand banquet of celebration was held to mark Jiang Tianchen's advancement into the top eight.

Meanwhile, numerous soldiers leaped down from the armored vehicle behind Zhao Yan, all of them holding rifles. A fierce firefight was about to begin.
In that era, catching an adulterer and putting them to death was undoubtedly standing on the side of justice, and no one could utter a single word of accusation.

When undergoing tribulation, outsiders could not lend a single hand. Jiang Tianchen and Jiang Zhanfeng simply maintained their vigilance, keeping watch quietly in the back mountain.
Standing by the dark wood-carved lattice window, Zhao Yan looked at the rows of slender bamboo outside while his ears caught the sounds transmitted by the sensory insect.

He and Zhang Ning were now in the same boat. Aside from being a code monkey, this guy also knew all sorts of miscellaneous friends in social circles; anyway, he was a delinquent youth with the genius IQ of a prodigy.
Shrugging his shoulders, the calm-faced black-haired wizard interrupted the butler. Anxious Charles wanted to keep asking, but seeing Loren's detached gaze, he stopped himself, leaving his words unsaid.

"After screening, a total of twenty contestants are able to participate this time. Now, please have contestants number one through six form three pairs and begin the match," the host said, looking at the data in his hand.
Jiang Tianchen had no choice but to condense the Undying Golden Flame, causing a massive golden flame shield to materialize in front of him.

In the eleventh minute of the first half, Cristian Rodríguez made a risky pass to Costa, but the ball was intercepted by Pepe, and Atlético immediately launched a counter-press.
The first trending topic was "The rising superstar of the Xia Kingdom's entertainment industry"; the second was Ding Taisheng apologizing to Shen Tiandong; and ranking third was Shen Tiandong's live-streaming debut, which broke three records for rookie streamers.

The commentator for the Anderlecht television station shook his head and said, "Before the match, we analyzed why Málaga's performance has been so good this season despite the lack of increased investment. One of the important reasons is that they have produced a gifted teenage prodigy."
This move by the monk was one of his signature techniques. The sky-full of blade shadows, mixing the illusory with the real, left enemies unable to tell which strike was fake and which was real. Many of his opponents had lost their lives in utter confusion.

Seeing the blood where the black color had noticeably faded, City Lord Liu's mood lightened somewhat, and he lowered his guard entirely against Lin Wantang's words.
Hearing Liu Xian's confident remarks, Lin Wantang merely offered an awkward smile to brush it past, and then inquired about the matter she cared about most.

However, just as she sat up, a tearing pain suddenly surged from below.
"Lord Xiao, five days without medicine, whole body discomfort, weak breath, touch is icy cold. If there is still no medicinal stone, I fear the unspeakable might happen."

At precisely nine o'clock, the whistles to start the match blew simultaneously at the Beira-Rio Stadium and the Pacaembu Stadium.
On the pitch, Li Chuanchuan spread his arms, pointing at David Silva to welcome his ecstatic teammates.

This time, she was truly terrified. She had never been so afraid before, realizing how deeply terrified she was of losing him.
Amidst a thousand turns of thought, with no one knowing what they had ultimately calculated, Yunyan watched them; although their lips carried smiles, their expressions were exceptionally cold.

"What do I spoil him with? Which time did I hit him without you shielding him? Now you're blaming me instead?" Fu Sheng turned his head and snapped at Lin Fang.