Chapter 40: The Homeroom Teacher’s Expectations

Unintentional words often leave a mark. From that day on, Wang Cheng began to strike up conversations with Zhang Qianqian, either intentionally or accidentally, gradually coming to understand her temperament.

The first monthly exam arrived. As the homeroom teacher, Chen Qingshu, put it, this was a test of the academic progress made over the first month of school. In the exam hall, the only sounds were the scratching of pen tips against paper and the occasional cough from Wang Peng, who had caught a cold from wearing too little during morning exercises the day before. The morning session covered Chinese, mathematics, and English; the afternoon, physics, chemistry, and biology; and the following morning, politics, history, and geography.

When the results were released that afternoon, the students received their graded papers. "Wang Peng, come with me to the office," homeroom teacher Chen Qingshu said, his expression stern. "Understood." Wang Peng rose and left the classroom...

Miao Miao was startled; she had not expected him to come over. She wanted to lock him out, but the children saw her and all came running after him.

The two metal spacecraft immediately emitted a flare of fire and exploded instantly. The people inside did not have time to jump out and were killed in the blast.

It was not until Ye Lingyuan spoke with a mocking smile that Hu Xue realized she had been staring at him for a long time.

Combined with various historical snippets, Feng Wuqing had forcibly pieced this map together, and it had become a personal item that Zhang Wuneng carried with him on his military campaigns.

Hu Xue was dazed. The kneeling on one knee she had once fantasized about in her mind was truly only something that existed in dreams.

It seemed to have other uses. The butler looked at Nie Xiangyuan’s expression, and seeing no sign of anger, turned and headed downstairs.

The hot spring in the courtyard was still steaming. After the snowfall two days ago, the snow around the edge of the spring had deepened slightly.

Feng Wuqing ignored the masters in the air and transformed into a streak of silver light, flying rapidly toward the city center.

Zhang Ruyun, seeing his self-assured demeanor, felt no doubt, though he was amazed that he had known this skill since childhood. He assumed his master must be an expert, though it was a pity that he himself had no chance to meet him.

Qin Yibai, who was sitting in deep meditation, was suddenly awakened by a sharp, piercing shriek. After a brief moment of shock, he sprang up, for the cry had come from the other stone chamber where Zhong Sheng was located.

"Pfft..." Gong Shaoxie had promised Xia Fangyuan he wouldn't laugh, but he couldn't help it; Xia Fangyuan really was just too cute.

He couldn't just take things from people for nothing. Since he had acquired some nice items from Zhang Rang, he thought he might as well pass them on to Diaochan—after all, beautiful things suit beautiful people.

To have actually entered the palace and beaten up the eldest prince—that was indeed a bold feat. The two, who had just been fighting fiercely, exchanged glances, unable to believe Xu Zheng's words.

"Pfft!" Mo Yi couldn't help but laugh at Xu Zheng's humor. Lin Yi, who was in the middle of tying up Luo Chi, was also stunned, at a loss for how to address him.

It wasn't just the man with the scar who was confused; everyone else nearby looked at Ye Zusheng with similar bewilderment.

Mo Xi swore, "Did you get my permission?" She snatched the phone away, looked down, and smiled with satisfaction.

Every treasure brought out by these Heavenly Venerates was a rarity, something Xue Shisan could never have imagined before.

There was still over a month left before it upgraded again. During this time, Zhang Yi had communicated with it, and watching the numbers above its head constantly increasing gave him a great sense of comfort.

Long after, he looked at his surroundings. The vicissitudes of life—he recalled when he first met Ziyan. How dazzling and brilliant she had been, an immortal who stunned the starry sky, to whom even the Heavenly Emperors and Daoist Venerables extended invitations and treated with courtesy.

Mo Xi had been touched, thinking Shi Lei had confronted Yin Ruojun to stand up for her. Although it was actually because he wanted to curry favor with Jia Shaojie, that didn't stop Mo Xi from being moved by him.

Elder Wang felt it was a pity to kill Li Lei, but since the Young Master had made up his mind, he found it best not to speak further, merely waiting in silence for his commands.

"No need to leave. To think you’ve prepared so many offerings for our King today—you’ve done well, town officials." At this moment, a group of fierce-looking men charged in on tall horses, surrounding Xia Moqiu and the others. The leader was a long-haired brute riding a Tier 2 Star Beast, an Iron Bull.

Recently, Russian air raids on Yan'an had become a daily routine. After all, the base's air force was useless without fuel, and incendiary bombs caused many casualties in Yan'an. Sometimes the bombers didn't just drop bombs; they dropped leaflets, attempting to undermine the resolve of the Chinese Revolutionary Alliance.

After devouring three skewers of candied haws, two savory crepes, and a bag of roasted chestnuts, Ji Momo could no longer restrain herself. She stepped between the two, aggressively declaring her presence.

Ye Feng and his two companions could barely steady themselves in the gale, but the divine domains they released were like bubbles, instantly torn apart by the wind and shattered into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Zou Shu would occasionally come over to chat with Han Lin. The boy with double pupils was naturally gifted and sharp-minded.

"Kill me?" The Sand Giant commander lowered his head and sneered. "On this desert, we are the most powerful existence, the immortal existence. You want to kill me? Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" There was no fear of death in his voice; rather, there was a sense of joy, or perhaps mockery toward Xia Moqiu.

Seeing this, Sima Xuan knew he could no longer just watch, or he would lose all sense of decorum.

"Don't ask me one by one! Tell him! And then ask him about his relationship with Zhang Quangui," the person in the earpiece said impatiently.

The Yuan general, who had been issuing orders, felt a sense of panic. He hadn't held his position long, and now the troops were forced into a large-scale retreat. He wondered if he would even keep his post once they reached Xiangyang.

High on the platform, Second Elder Xiao Ying was stunned. He hadn't expected Xiao Feng to ignore him completely and walk off the stage. No disciple of the Xiao family had ever dared to treat him this way before; Xiao Feng had set a precedent, leaving Xiao Ying unable to react.

These people were exceptionally sharp. As soon as Yun Yan opened the door, they quickly opened their eyes, looking at her with faces full of hope.

Quan Hui stirred the rice in her bowl, not touching a single piece of food. She dared not let her gaze linger on Xu Mu's face, only sweeping over it lightly. The man held his porcelain bowl in one hand, his slender, knuckled fingers gripping his chopsticks. As his throat moved slightly, his collarbone could be seen beneath his white shirt.

It had been nearly half a year since they last met. She was crying so miserably in her sorrow, yet her mother wouldn't even offer a hug?

He held Zhen Xin's waist tightly with one arm and plunged downward. Icy blue ripples swallowed their heads. Zhen Xin unclasped her legs, wanting to surface, but Xiao Tingli held her tight, leaving her unable to move.

It was just that Ning Jing had not been able to wait for their wedding before he vanished from her world.

They had originally been full of resentment toward Su Bai, who forced them to risk their lives against the zombies. But now, looking at the incredibly enticing dishes, many couldn't help but drool, their resentment for Su Bai instantly dissipating.