Chapter 26: The Two Campus Beauties

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The school was bustling with activity. Du Gedada found a place to park, and Du Ming took Du Lei and Wang Peng to register. Three desks were pushed together, with five female staff members handling payments and registration, surrounded by students and parents. The First Middle School admitted five hundred new students, along with some auditor students who lacked entrance exam scores. Students who ranked in the top one hundred on the middle school entrance exam paid a tuition fee of two hundred yuan, while the rest were charged four hundred yuan, known as high-priced students. Du Lei was one such student; he paid the four hundred yuan tuition and was assigned to Class 1-8, Dormitory 308. Wang Peng pulled out two hundred yuan and said, "Teacher, I'm also here to register. My name is Wang Peng." Suddenly, he felt the atmosphere shift; he looked up to find he was being watched. The surrounding students and parents were all... Li Shen raised his head, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Greetings, Ninth Brother," before lowering his head again. The silver blade of Chixiao traced an arc, and at the end of that arc, a silver sun truly bloomed in the center. The youth, draped in a white imperial robe, stood as dignified as a deity. Most residents of Yingjie City did not possess high levels of cultivation, so when the shopkeeper felt Chu Yundun's aura, he had no intention of fighting back. "Over there," Li Shen pointed toward the distant notice board, wondering why that area was so empty. Li Shen sighed, looking at Pang Zhong; the ancient hierarchical concepts of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants were truly deeply ingrained in people's hearts. His actions were indeed beyond what people could imagine. This song was clearly composed and written on the spot by this man, lacking both melody and any aesthetic quality. This was no longer a hint; it was a blatant declaration. Thus, Zhao Gao did not hesitate to choose the fourth option: to extract the essence of the territory.

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If this could make them smile, then, though he felt unwilling, he could only offer them his blessings. Because no matter what, the old guys should be a team, not just him alone. As Lin Xiu walked over, at that moment, he felt as if his entire body were about to collapse. The panic Ashley had anticipated did not occur, nor did the scene of her looking deathly pale and completely compromising herself. "Where is this? Why are those people eating human flesh?" He asked those nearby, his voice trembling with fear. If you had such methods, you wouldn't be so passive on the film set; no wonder you can't outdo others. Only Fang Zhongyu could be so generous, using large sums of money to support his subordinates in researching these things. He didn't even make a sound as he collapsed to the ground. The bullet that had passed through his chest and traveled a few more meters landed almost simultaneously, thudding into the cold, withered grass. Of course, no matter how busy she was, she never forgot to count the days. She calculated them day by day, and every Double Ninth Festival, she would drop all work to brew wine, doing so for three consecutive years and storing it all in bamboo tubes. After cleaning up the aftermath, she fled immediately, deciding to leave the mountains the next day. With a bear roaming nearby, the vampire must be familiar with the terrain. If the vampire were to wander out and discover her, and engage in a "thief crying thief" scenario, she would be in trouble. It was best to use the thirty-six stratagems and leave. "Then your injury..." Gao Shu turned on her phone's flashlight and shone it on Yu Kai, only then clearly seeing his right hand wrapped in a thick layer of bandage, hanging from his neck. "Tongrentang's cough syrup is hard to come by. The last bottle was the final one in the mansion. Tell the outer courtyard to make more trips to Tongrentang and see if they can catch it when it's in stock!" The Crown Princess was quite concerned about her husband's only bloodline. Zhuang Qiuyan really couldn't beat Feng Qingqing anymore and roared helplessly, "Stop fighting, I surrender." If they kept fighting, she would be beaten to death. He lightly stroked her hair. Her current hairstyle was truly a mess; the locks were scattered, some strands resting on his shoulder, while Song Ji's face was burning red. Hearing these words, her fingers tightened. She regretted being unprepared earlier, allowing her primordial spirit to be suppressed, unable to circulate even a bit of energy or use any magic. Now, she was forced to submit in his embrace, with no strategy left to employ.

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"I haven't seen enough; I want this painting of yours." He was very fond of Feng Qingqing's portrait of the perfect man. She shyly expressed that she was reserved, then deftly began to search him. The places he usually kept things were nothing more than his bosom and sleeves. Jing Yu felt around carefully, but besides what he carried on him, there was nothing else. Feiyu dodged and glared at Jing Yu, waiting for Ming Huai to give the word before attacking. Because I am afraid; I am afraid of vengeful spirits demanding my life in dreams, I am afraid that if I close my eyes, I will never wake up, and I am afraid that one wrong step will lead to eternal damnation. Cheng Wei observed the hedgehog's expression. Seeing that he still wouldn't budge, she gritted her teeth and continued to coax him: "Don't you trust me? You grew up listening to my songs; can't you trust my character?" "Qingqing, as long as you don't give him a shred of hope, he will eventually give up. If he tries to use extreme measures to get you, I will cripple him," Long Zhantian comforted Feng Qingqing. Lu Feng didn't dawdle. After preparing everything, he slammed on the accelerator and drove toward the farm. People are divided into different levels; classes have these distinctions by nature. Why did Song Lingyin react so strongly? Wei Qianhua hung up the phone and had just reached her front door when she opened it to see that mysterious boy. Perhaps it was an illusion, but seeing him, Wei Qianhua felt an inexplicable sense of closeness. As for visual appeal, it was optional; not every tailed beast was like the big fox, possessing both strength and beauty. On this side, the mount had already begun to play its part in Luo Sen's livestream, personally settling scores with AJ Baiyun and his group.