Chapter 924 Apocalyptic Heroine's Guide to Leveling Up 24.28



When forming a team, players are more familiar with each other and have a higher level of teamwork, which can shorten the time to complete the task and increase the success rate of completing the task perfectly.

However, free team formation is definitely less subject to the control of the higher-ups, and there are many people at the higher-ups who are unhappy about it.

When Pan Qingbai and Lu Qingyan returned home, Grandpa Pan was reading with a smile on his face. These days, there are fewer and fewer things to enjoy for leisure, making the Pan family's book collection increasingly precious.

After Pan Qingbai recounted what had happened that day, Grandpa Pan looked troubled and said, "Qingbai, I can't handle this now. You'll have to see what your father thinks. As long as he's willing to step in, things will go much more smoothly."

Mrs. Pan took a sip of tea: "Qingbai, is this your idea, or someone else's?"

As Pan's mother spoke, she glanced at Lu Qingyan and almost said that it was because Lu Qingyan was there that Pan Qingbai had such thoughts.

It was all Lu Qingyan's fault; it had nothing to do with Pan Qingbai.

Pan Qingbai didn't look at his mother, but instead looked at his father: "Dad, what do you think?"

Mr. Pan coughed a few times: "Let's go to the study to talk."

It was clear that Mr. Pan wanted to have a serious talk with Pan Qingbai and was preparing to proceed slowly according to Pan Qingbai's instructions.

Lu Qingyan didn't know what the father and son had talked about, but the atmosphere between them seemed more harmonious after they came out of the study.

Looking at the scene before her, Mrs. Pan snorted coldly and said nothing.

However, she would often whisper some inexplicable words in Lu Qingyan's ear, the gist of which was to tell Lu Qingyan to get out of the Pan family.

Ha! What makes her think Lu Qingyan will obediently listen to her? She lives here, so she's one of us, but it seems Aunt Pan doesn't welcome her.

Grandpa Pan agreed to let her come and live with him, even though Grandma Pan is a grade lower than Grandpa Pan.

That night, Pan Qingbai quietly slipped into Lu Qingyan's room and lay down beside her: "Xiao Ran, you don't need to worry about my mother's matter."

"Mmm." Lu Qingyan obediently hardened.

Although she didn't know what was wrong with Pan's mother, it wasn't something she could inquire about, so she didn't.

"Xiao Ran, Dad has agreed. We can invite Zhang Bao to join us from now on, and we can also invite a few more people to form a team."

"Mmm," Lu Qingyan responded again. Actually, this was quite good.

"Xiao Ran," Pan Qingbai suddenly moved closer, leaving Lu Qingyan at a loss.

"W-what's wrong?"

"Are you willing?"

"Willing? Willing to what?"

“Team up with me,” Pan Qingbai said, his voice deep and husky, which was quite pleasant to hear.

Lu Qingyan: "..." Heh, I really did misunderstand and think he wanted to do something else. Can you please say that properly instead of being so ambiguous?

Thinking this way, Lu Qingyan gritted her teeth and clenched her teeth for a long time before calming down.

“Brother Pan, I’m happy to do it.” Lu Qingyan smiled playfully, stirring up a ripple in his heart.

Pan Qingbai was itching to go, and gently kissed Lu Qingyan on the forehead: "Okay, from now on, Brother Pan will take you with me."

Lu Qingyan smiled sweetly, and Pan Qingbai smiled too.

Both of them have their own thoughts, but they also have things in common. It's just a matter of whether they will eventually come out to each other.

Lu Qingyan didn't know this, and probably Pan Qingbai himself didn't know either. Lu Qingyan's mind was racing, and she didn't know where to put her hands, so she simply closed her eyes and placed them anywhere.

The sound of someone breathing was in my ear, like a feather gently brushing against my heart.

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