Chapter 78: Attending Class

Afghanistan, outskirts of Kabul.

With a muted burst, Zero fired without emotion, ending the life of the last armed man. He stood quietly, watching the man hiding under the desk.

“Life or death?”

“It’s a misunderstanding, there must be some mistake!” The man tossed his gun aside, raised his hands high, and stood up slowly, shouting repeatedly.

“There is no misunderstanding,” Zero replied, waving his hand. Two silent teammates stepped forward, roughly handcuffed the man and gagged him.

Gu Cizhuang glanced around, saw no one, and slipped away quickly. Xiao Yongye pulled Gu Yangge along for a stroll in the garden, and after dinner, they retired for the night.

“Hmph, hmph,” Yunmeng Flying nodded, and the whole room was filled with warmth and harmony, with no distinctions between them.

Why did Chu Yi suddenly act this way? Rong Qi searched Chu Yi’s face for a clue, but found nothing; the final syllable of his words buzzed endlessly in her ear.

As Qianqian left, Li Qinghuang, burning with fever, suddenly sobered. He remembered Qianqian’s tearful cry at her departure, and secretly blamed himself for acting so foolishly. He spent a restless, sleepless night.

“No matter, since that’s how it is, you’ll accompany me the whole day!” Zhou Zhou held Liu Xing tightly, lips seeking a kiss.

But unfortunately, Mei Ji’s agility was far beyond what Golden Behemoth could match. With a flick of her wings, Mei Ji easily dodged the attack, leaving a deliberate mark on Golden Behemoth’s chest as a lesson.

She had no need to seek out Lü Qing, for the emperor had charged Lü Qing with the duty of safeguarding her within the palace.

In this way, she became a mere ornamental ‘flower vase’, worshipped like a fool.

The Battle Qi Department had about twenty-two thousand students, with each grade hosting around fifty-five hundred. There were eighty classes per grade, each with sixty to seventy students.

Qin Canghai and his companions watched Bai Ze’s increasingly perilous situation in the dense forest, anxious and angry, but knowing that outside help would be useless, they could only grit their teeth and observe.

Yet Bartley had always harbored intentions of sneaking away, which became another obstacle to Chen Tian and his group’s progress.

Pablo Bandelas suppressed a smile, handed over a clean towel, and watched as Leon wiped his face in embarrassment.

“Hmph, what a reckless Soul Squad!” Butler Ba sneered coldly upon hearing that the Soul Squad was involved.

I felt extremely awkward; in the mirror before the driver’s seat, I saw Sheng Xiaonan watching me with a look of amusement, then boldly winked at me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, realizing Old Lei had only been stunned by the shockwave and suffered no internal injuries. Shen Ling, breaking into a smile through tears, noticed Old Lei still gripping his hand and, feeling embarrassed, quickly returned to his usual composed demeanor and withdrew his hand.

“Yes, I’ve always been in the Four Kingdoms. We meet often.” Kawasaki Koki’s face was still filled with smiles.

Ma Ningyuan and his companions lacked great skill and keen vision, but Chen Qiubai, who could open the Yin-Yang Eyes, possessed extraordinary insight. He watched He Zudao move with effortless grace, evading fierce attacks with ingenious footwork, growing ever more fascinated as he observed.

I walked over to Zhang Liang, leveraged his shoulder, and flipped myself to stand upside down atop the coffin lid. Zhang Liang exhaled deeply.

The old instructor at the Changchun front line immediately discerned the difference between two radio signals—though I don’t know exactly what it was. In any case, the instructor concluded that something had happened to the 202 station in Changchun. The intelligence, along with General Li Kengong’s advice, was reported to Commander Lin.

Upon hearing this, I understood why, when I called him last night to say I’d decided to go to Scholar Village, his tone was so urgent—it turned out something major had happened at home.