Chapter 055: Not Selected?

“Hahaha~ It's our Shengshi! We've won the bid!”

Zhou Ming suddenly sprang from his seat, his face radiant with uncontrollable joy. He raised his hands high, as if proclaiming his triumph to the world, utterly indifferent to the gazes of those around him, exuding an air of youthful exuberance.

Straightening his sleeves with pride, he strode over to where Wei Xun was seated, the smile on his lips tinged with the arrogance and ridicule of a victor.

“My apologies, President Wei.”

She couldn't help but think that if she had accepted Zhou Beicheng’s confession earlier, she might be introducing him now as her boyfriend with ease and confidence.

After she blurted out those words, she realized her slip, and a look of regret and awkwardness flashed across her face.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun involuntarily shrank that unspeakable part of herself, feeling nothing amiss, but mused—does that mean my what is his what?

Leng Yiming listened intently to the exchange between the two brothers, unable to suppress a silent smile, and at the same time, he felt a pang of envy for their bond.

So, this fellow launched into an animated explanation, gesticulating wildly to illustrate the sharpness of the Ganjiang Sword, and how the swordsman might actually sever his own head. Lin Yun even demonstrated with both hands how to hold the sword horizontally.

Every day, they rose together, cooked together, strolled through the streets, explored mountains and rivers, slept side by side, bustling and striving together for their shared life. Though it may seem mundane, to her, it was the happiest existence imaginable.

The others nodded; this was the best solution for now. Their group couldn’t play any decisive role without the main force, so they could only try to interfere as best they could.

Leaving Miyabe Miyuki’s residence, Kiyomizu Toru was still pondering the teacher’s intervention and the so-called “strength.”

After all, judging by the current situation, most of the princess’s sword aura had already been completely absorbed.

Li Wuyi wore an expression of pride. He continued to call Qi Gaoming “boss,” and since he had come to fetch Qi Gaoming, it showed he knew Qi Gaoming was here—clearly, there was a dedicated room for him.

Others assumed she was venting her anger, but in truth, every kick struck a pressure point; the pain was truly beyond human endurance.

Shangguan Suling stood motionless at the door of the operating room, his face dark and grim. Dressed in plain clothes, he must have just returned from abroad and hadn’t yet reported back to the unit. Behind him stood ten special forces soldiers and the thirteen hawks of the Shangguan family. Su Muzhe waved at Nangong Mo, signaling him repeatedly to retreat.

“Why are you opposing her?” An Chujian asked, unwilling to see conflict between Ai Suixin and Xu Mengyao, and even more reluctant for them to become enemies.

For those with the raw, superhuman strength of Red Skull or Captain America, eliminating them was not difficult. Besides, he knew this time Erskine would not fail; he would successfully create a hero.

“Um...” Ai Suyi felt sore all over, wishing she could faint right away to avoid Ai Suixin’s barrage of questions, but she couldn’t collapse yet, for if she did, that fool An Chujian would have no chance to convince Ai Suixin.

The human heart is truly unpredictable. Once greed takes hold, it becomes an endless, insatiable abyss.

Yan Qinghun, though she found her stepmother somewhat timid, recognized her kindness, and so was very close to her. Even after her father passed away, she felt she could protect her stepmother for life.

The wine flask shattered, scattering liquor everywhere, and with it, a ball of paper rolled out, landing on the sand.

Yet this sensation lasted only a few seconds; after those fleeting moments, everything vanished.

She went out to find Professor Ouyang and the others! She knocked on the door for ages, but no one answered. Asking the staff, she learned they had already gone out.

Just then, a swirl of dust swept in from afar. Even deep in sleep, Ayakawa reacted with astonishing speed—instinctively summoning Obsidian, she instantly assumed a defensive stance, her face devoid of sleepiness, eyes locked onto the distance like a fierce gray wolf.