20 Geniuses

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Within those casual words, she could almost imagine the disdainful manner in which Jiang Chengxun introduced her to the other party.

“That beauty is stunning. Want to come with me to the hotel next door?” The lecherous voice filled her with disgust.

He wasn’t really worried about the famine among the refugees; he feared that once the imperial inspector arrived, people would discover the magistrate’s office’s granary was empty.

An Siyu stood rooted in place, watching her white-clad figure flutter gracefully as it gradually melded into the distant azure sea and sky, shrugging innocently.

From the moment they picked Xie Mao up at Huayuan Airport and brought him to the hotel near the filming location, he was officially under the boss’s command.

“No, as far as I know, he was betrayed by his own men during a shift change and buried deep underground, unable to escape,” Zhang Taibai shook his head.

Chen Xiyuan’s heart suddenly ached upon hearing his friend’s words—truly, it was like opening a wound; the shame from that blind date was still vivid, and they were still asking about it.

Yet, before the ringleader could act, he was horrified to find the thief they had just seen had vanished.

“A feast isn’t complete without wine and dishes,” Zhao Di said again just before leaving.

She grabbed the hand the other person extended, kicked him hard in the stomach, then flipped him over and pinned him to the ground.

Correspondingly, the blue light in Wu Yue’s hand swelled against the wind, spiritual power multiplying into thousands, resembling a blooming flower confronting the surrounding fiery red flames.

Seeing Huang Fei’er like this, Zhang Jia felt uneasy and hurriedly said, “What are you thinking!” He felt guilty saying this, as he had no right to argue.

The moment he touched the grass, the man collapsed outright, gasping desperately, his face full of post-traumatic fear.

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She was not at fault in this matter; even if confronted, given her current relationship with classmates, there should still be people willing to testify for her.

Fang Qin finally understood why the product design department sent Li Tie to the meeting—it was a challenge. His combat style was impressive: no shouting or fuss, just calmly reasoning. Crucially, his arguments were sound, and he had thoroughly researched the product, leaving no flaws to exploit.

Rubbing his temples, Jing Huaibei felt a headache coming on. With Zhang Jia’s cooperation recently, he had planted his people in many key positions. If Zhang Jia also had his eye on this position, things would be difficult.

Summary: A mysterious biochemical hunter wandering the stars, surviving by hunting powerful biochemical mother creatures. Possessing tremendous fighting power, he also embodies the fate that they will one day be destroyed by the biochemical monsters.

She had no fondness for this father she had never met. The reason she stayed behind then was precisely to guard against such fickle men who would abandon their wives.

Recalling all her recent thoughts, the man’s expression darkened. Were his earlier doubts merely self-delusion?

“No, Ling’er, though your combat ability is strong, we don’t know what traps lie hidden in that cave. If it’s like last time, with barriers and traps, we’d be in a very passive position,” Lin Xiaolei stopped Feng Ling.

The information was originally gleaned by Dao Jintai, but feeling he couldn’t confront the court alone, he sought out Zhong Wuliang and invited him to the town’s teahouse to devise a plan.

Flower Butterfly sneered, “How dare you speak to your mother in such a tone? Don’t want to live anymore?” Then she raised her hand, as if to strike.

Outside the hotel, many fans gathered. Manchester United arranged a signing event to further ignite their enthusiasm. Kai Sa also saw many fans from Fusheng, many of whom were Fuching natives studying in Japan.

Everyone was surprised by what they heard; they hadn’t expected Xianglong to say such things.

“Ohhh…” Mo Han’s eyes widened at the sight of Songzi. His mouth uttered awe, and his legs could no longer move.

“Though I’d like to say I’m joking, unfortunately, what I just said is true,” Lin Xiaolei said earnestly.

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Warrior, shield bearer, berserker, archer, thief, assassin—these class names summarize combat styles. For example, a berserker could be a warrior who cultivates fighting spirit or a mage who trains their body. As long as their fighting style is berserker-like, they are called berserkers.

Qingtian Sijin showed no anger; she deeply understood the doubts in their hearts. When she first heard the news, she was also incredulous, but ironclad evidence and facts forced her to accept it.

As for Kai Sa? The star player was even willing to play right back, taking on the dirty, exhausting tasks.

What surprised Qin Weiyi most was that Gulu and his group had started firing clay pots—did this mean they could also make pottery?

“This batch of recruits really has some remarkable talents, enough to surprise everyone,” Qing Zhi said knowingly.

Thus, by the time Wang Qiang and Long Yuexin finally arrived, Lingyin Zhenren already knew.

After guidance from two elders, everyone gradually changed their minds and relaxed, though the memory of that janitor still left a slight unease.

He quickly ran downstairs, slipped into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and saw the bottle still placed carefully inside. Smiling, he poured a glass, made himself some tea, and carried both upstairs.

“Come on, you’ve always loved this old man’s braised beef. It’s been a long time since you had it, hasn’t it?” Qin Yongqi unwrapped the oily paper around the braised beef, the aroma immediately filling the dining room.

But Catherine was too enthusiastic—she grabbed him from Su Rong’s arms, who was trying to hide him, and immediately pressed a kiss onto his forehead.