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Chapter 499: 335
The cookies were so small; they were only enough for two bites.
Although he was hungry, Xue Yuantong was very righteous. As the boss, if she had something to eat, she wouldn’t let her little brother suffer.
Wasn’t Jiang Ning her little brother?
Since Jiang Ning wasn’t eating, Xue Yuantong ate the small cookie in front of him in one bite.
The cookie was very dry, so Xue Yuantong picked up her cup to drink water, puffing her cheeks out roundly.
Having eaten the small cookie, she smiled happily. In the flickering light, Xue Yuantong’s smile was pure and innocent, like the wind at the end of April, carrying the fragrance of spring and the warmth of summer.
The small cookies were too little to stave off hunger.
Xue Yuantong soon felt hungry again; the smile on her little face vanished, replaced by listlessness.
She thought of her most loyal subordinate—Jiang Ning.
"I’m hungry," Xue Yuantong said, her long-term reliance making her ask for help without any shame.
Jiang Ning: "Wait until after class."
"Okay, sure." She nodded vigorously, like a pecking chicken.
...
During the second lesson and the long break, the movie continued to play.
Even though it was break time, the classroom remained quiet as everyone watched the scene of disaster unfolding in the film.
Tense expressions all around.
Cui Yu’s expression changed; he couldn’t wait any longer. Those who had crossed him were destined to suffer his terrible revenge!
Like Miao Zhe, like Pang Jiao!
And now Zhang Chi was unable to escape his grasp.
What about classmate friendship? Cui Yu always struck hard against insiders.
He moved toward the back row.
Ma Shicheng was still playing his game; the character he controlled stood in front of the opposite pond, continuously killing the girl on the other side. 𝚗o𝚟pub.𝚌𝚘𝚖
Every time she showed her head, he killed her.
It wasn’t that Ma Shicheng was brutal; the wealthy young woman he had recently collaborated with was a well-known ’internet celebrity’ at the gaming bar.
And the girl on the other side was the wealthy young woman’s enemy.
They had encountered each other today, and the wealthy young woman had declared, Ma Shicheng would get a reward of 100 yuan for every kill.
Ma Shicheng was in need of money, so he became the ferocious teeth of capital.
Cui Yu squatted down and asked, "Brother Ma, do you know how to Photoshop the balance of a bank card?"
Ma Shicheng didn’t look back; he continued to torment Quan: "Yeah, what do you need it for?"
Cui Yu: "Brother Ma, can you Photoshop one for me?"
Ma Shicheng said: "If you need one, just find a picture on a forum. Why bother Photoshopping it yourself?"
Cui Yu thought it made sense. He then asked, "Brother Ma, do you have any photos of someone showing off their fitness physique? I need photos of the same person."
Ma Shicheng: "Go to a fitness forum, look through the featured posts, and you’ll find all the photos you need."
Cui Yu continued to inquire: "Do you have photos of married women? I want something down-to-earth, genuine, and complete sets of photos."
Hu Jun from the next seat over was casting interested glances his way.
He was quite curious—had Cui Yu become a comrade in the same pursuit as himself?
Ma Shicheng said: "Then go to a married women or yoga forum; it’s easy to find what you’re looking for there."
After getting the information he needed, Cui Yu left satisfied.
Everything was ready; he could begin his plan.
Cui Yu’s alt QQ account had been raised for some time and had reached the level of ’one moon’.
He took some time to find abdominal muscle photos posted by forum bros, photos that even a man would envy.
So, he decisively claimed those photos for himself.
In the featured posts, there were also pictures of meals for cutting fat, which Cui Yu also took.
Then, Cui Yu posted them on his alt account’s space, crafting the personal image of a disciplined fitness enthusiast.
Next, he clicked on ’people nearby,’ specifically choosing women over 40 to privately message. The uglier, greasier, heavier—Cui Yu was all the more eager to chat.
Then, he went to forums like those for married women and found some pictures of women in their thirties with an air of sadness.
Cui Yu took out his other alt account and posted some life complaints and rants, creating the image of a discontented wife.
’Ha ha ha, I wonder if Zhang Chi can handle a lonely and wealthy young woman!’
He entered Zhang Chi’s QQ number and sent a friend request.
His plan was simple: as a fitness enthusiast, he would hook up with middle-aged women.
And as a wealthy and discontented wife, he would hook up with Zhang Chi.
When the time was ripe, he would arrange for them to meet in a hotel.
He was sure that, at that moment, Zhang Chi would truly understand what despair means.
Cui Yu laughed madly inside: ’In ancient times, Su Qin engineered alliances; today, I, Cui Yu, take on a thousand faces!’
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Just before class, Jiang Ning turned off his phone screen.
The food he had ordered from Shao Shuangshuang was ready, all freshly made by the company’s chef.
Under the expectant gaze of Xue Yuantong, Jiang Ning left the classroom.
He went downstairs and found a spot without cameras to cast a cloaking spell.
The Spirit Boat took off, leaving behind the towering teaching buildings like stacked matchboxes, twinkling with lights.
The Spirit Boat carved an arc in the dark blue night sky, like a ribbon thrown by the Weaver, disappearing in an instant.
The night was beautiful, with countless stars twinkling; Jiang Ning deliberately weakened the Array so that his thin shirt fluttered with the night wind, feeling not the slightest chill.
Though Jiang Ning intentionally slowed down, he still reached Huqishan Villa within seconds.
Tiger Nest Mountain Villa District, nestled against the mountain and water, remains Yuzhou’s most high-end project to date, with many people spending a lifetime in mediocrity unable to afford a single property here.
Here, was a symbol of status.
Jiang Ning seldom came here now; he had mostly moved his Arrays and materials to the Spirit Array on Hu Qi Mountain, which was his true domain for cultivation.
From above, Jiang Ning, using his Divine Sense, noticed a business sedan slowly leaving the villa district.
This was the chef arranged by Shao Shuangshuang, specially picked up to cook at the villa, and after cooking, he would be taken back.
The reason for this was that Shao Shuangshuang knew Jiang Ning didn’t like picking up meals from the company.
"Looks like the timing was very well managed."
Jiang Ning maneuvered the Flying Boat, didn’t descend, and with his hands formed the Magic Formation, lines of green light condensed from the palm of his hands:
