The moment Yan Jiu stepped into the gymnasium.
Ma Weiwei led Chen Mohan over: "This is Jian Zhongyu's competition number."
Along with the number plate was a poster that read "First Prize, Second Prize, and Third Prize".
Ma Weiwei subconsciously assumed that Yan Jiu and Jian Zhongyu had a close relationship and that Yan Jiu would bring people with him during the competition.
I picked up the number and order of appearance card for someone else.
So they came to find Yan Jiu.
Unexpectedly.
Yan Jiu shrugged: "I wasn't with her."
Ma Weiwei: "..."
Yan Jiu is a very competent teacher.
She rarely sees her students; no one would believe she's Teacher Jian Zhongyu if you told them.
Ma Weiwei pointed to her watch: "The first game is in half an hour. Everyone will gather at the gymnasium and then head to Tsinghua University together."
Although the competition rules have changed this year, the first magic duel has been changed to breaking the illusion formation.
However, participants must arrive on time for the test; otherwise, they will be considered to have forfeited.
Yan Jiu quickly calculated with her fingers: "Don't panic, we can make it."
She appeared as calm and composed as Mount Tai.
I was still a little nervous.
She is not afraid of anything else.
I'm afraid Lang Zongyi will say she's irresponsible for not asking Jian Zhongyu why she was delayed on the way.
But when she saw Lang Zongyi.
He was about to open his mouth and make excuses.
Lang Zongyi, however, did not seem to care much: "It's alright."
He took in Yan Jiu's slightly pursed lips and lowered eyelids, and when Yan Jiu looked on in surprise, he simply patted the empty seat next to him.
When life was on a countdown, Lang Zongyi didn't want to waste a single minute or second.
He has done what he was supposed to do; all that remains is to do his best and leave the rest to fate.
Yan Jiu sat down next to Lang Zongyi.
I don't know if it's just my imagination.
The air of decay emanating from Lang Zongyi grew even stronger.
Yan Jiu looked at the ring on Lang Zongyi's hand. It was still working, so why was Lang Zongyi like this?
These days.
Is there something she doesn't know about?
There isn't any.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, Lang Zongyi smiled and said, "You must have had a hard time during your trip to Peach Blossom Village."
Yan Jiu subtly curled her lip: "Why have you been so polite to me lately?"
They haven't seen him these past few days.
We finally managed to meet.
Lang Zongyi was still very polite.
The same words spoken in different tones have a different meaning, and Yan Jiu knew that Lang Zongyi was distancing himself from her.
This made her very unhappy.
Lang Zongyi was taken aback.
Was he very polite to Yan Jiu?
It seems so.
But there was nothing he could do.
He hoped that he was Yan Jiu's senior brother.
If so, he could get closer to Yan Jiu, and similarly, Yan Jiu would be even more heartbroken after his death.
so.
On one hand, he hoped that he wasn't.
Maintaining a certain distance from others is the only thing he can do right now; he can't very well tell Yan Jiu that he's going to die.
but.
There's no harm in saying it.
He had ordered an urn from Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu should have had a premonition.
It's good to have a premonition.
Then you won't suddenly find it hard to accept.
The atmosphere gradually froze.
After the five patriarchs of the Xuanmen sect took their seats, they were almost so frightened by the atmosphere that they left on the spot.
Liu Fei tapped Huo Yu on her phone.
Did the Director and the Chief Counsel have a fight?
Huo Yu glanced at Liu Fei.
Reply via mobile phone.
Good question. Try a different question next time.
Liu Fei: [So tell me, will we lose this time too? The Special Bureau always loses because of numerical disadvantage. Those shameless old men from the Xuanmen sect just love to use a war of attrition.]
Huo Yu: [Chen Cheng and the others are still being held by us, with advisors present. That might not be the case this time.]
Liu Fei felt relieved.
Continue recording the game on your laptop.
January 9th, sunny. Before the start of the 5th competition, the Director (Zhang Zhaozhong) apparently angered the Chief Advisor. Reason: unknown.
Yan Jiu, who was being recorded by Liu Fei, looked annoyed. She lowered her head and opened Douyin on her phone.
After watching more than ten videos.
Yan Jiu saw a live stream from a clothing store called Shuiyou Clothing.
System panel: [Ding!]
Inspection target: Lan Yanzhi, manager of Shuiyou Clothing Store
Note: Premium customer
Mortality rate: 88%,
Time of death: After the first sale of blue rouge,
The host is advised to pay attention immediately!
The system noticed that Yan Jiu remained expressionless.
This time, he didn't dare to utter a sound.
In the live stream room.
A beautiful shopkeeper dressed in ancient costume waved a round fan and said, "Let's give this new rouge a name!"
The comments are a bit outrageous.
[Name? As the saying goes, "Life is precious, love is more precious, but freedom is the most precious of all." How about "Wealth and Honor"? What do you all think?]
[Off-topic yet still gets full marks!]
[You should just spoil her, upstairs.]
Honestly, I don't think it's very good. I suggest keeping it simple and choosing something catchy.
【Then let's name him Lang Lang.】
[It would be better to call him Wangcai (meaning "Prosperous Wealth").]
Calling him "Iron Boy" is also a good idea.
【Isn't Wangcai the name of a dog repairman?】
【Iron Juice is our name!】
[Manager, please use blue blush!]
Honestly, nothing is as good as wealth and status.
[Shut upstairs! It's Blue Rouge!]
[Naming the first blush after the store manager is so meaningful!]
Blue Rouge looked at the comments.
She nodded thoughtfully.
He turned around and went to register the name for Rouge, so he didn't notice Yan Jiu's attention.
Lan Yanzhi hummed a song as she walked out of the store, thinking of her friend who had interviewed Professor Pei at Tsinghua University.
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