97 The Gift of Sixteen

Xu Wu was not foolish. Although he did not know Chen Yu’s true identity, the fact that Zhou Sheng showed such humility meant Chen Yu was no ordinary person.

The ball slipped past the German goalkeeper Neuer, an old teammate, through his ten fingers, and the home crowd was ready to celebrate the goal.

The leaders of Valon and the other three factions exchanged glances, each revealing a meaningful smile.

In his six seasons with the club, the Dutch striker scored 117 goals across all competitions, ranking second on the club’s all-time scoring list, an astonishing efficiency.

Tang Xiao was well aware that if this matter were left to Li Yao’s arrangements, it would likely drag on indefinitely, just like the investigation into the assassin. By then, if he left the capital, it would be beyond his reach.

Before the goalkeeper could intercept, he deftly used the outside of his left foot to guide the ball away, evading the keeper’s block.

As for talents rated six stars and above, there were still none at present; only Zhu Yongchun, whose form was unstable—sometimes five stars, sometimes six.

It was believed that with monthly salary increases, more employees would become motivated, working harder to deepen their technical expertise.

After the painful memory of last season’s double defeat by Real Madrid, the Barcelona fans on-site shouted hoarsely to cheer on their team.

Bayern players would not give them this chance; the moment Doihara Shoma kicked off, they immediately pressed forward.

At the gate, hearing the voices on this side, Joey turned his face and saw Jiao Yang standing in front of Mo Bei, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

She instinctively looked up at Ji Weiyan, noticing that he was gazing at her as well, his eyes burning with a fiery glow.

Ni Yexin narrowly escaped disaster. Dying now wouldn’t help as she could not catch up to the steps of the great Murong hero. In a blink, the chance was gone, so she could only grope her way in the dark toward the Feng residence.

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“Who just said there would be a draft?” Li Yue glanced at the person on the dragon throne without speaking, then turned to look at the assembled ministers below, her eyes seemingly able to see through everything.

Yu Hao was surprised upon hearing the name Moxong of Wuling Mountain, but since he stood behind Li Yue, she did not notice his expression.

Lu Yan was initially worried about implicating him, but reconsidered that with Murong Changqing and others escorting, nothing should go wrong, so he agreed to have Mu Nanting follow. In truth, Lu Yan felt a bit reluctant to part with Mu Nanting.

However, Tao Fei was not buying the fight arena owner’s story. He just coldly stared at Xiao Tao; his goal was not to fight Shen Yong but to force Xiao Tao out to face him in the ring.

After a moment, Ji Weiyan looked up, smiling ambiguously at her, his eyes unreadable.

To give the most vivid example, Zhou Qi’s experiences spanned many worlds. In higher mathematics, there were rarely two exactly alike, yet one plus one always equaled two.

The man chuckled softly; his gaze rested on the exquisitely beautiful wedding dress, his eyes sparkling with bright joy.

Instructor Huang patted Zhou Rui’s shoulder, waved goodbye, and strode out of the tent.

An Tie’er finally resolved her inner turmoil and agreed to let Yu Haoyang lead the soldiers to remain in the palace.

Qin Aotian looked at Gu Yunxi with disgust, quickly approached, pressed her acupoint, lifted her up, and threw her under the bed.

Huo Xiao Jin pulled out a chair and sat down. He now looked much more spirited, though his hair was somewhat disheveled. At least his face no longer looked as pale as when he first came in.

Han Feibai watched Guan Hongyan’s triumphant expression. Although annoyed, seeing Yuan Xiao stubbornly clutching herself, even the coldest heart melted.

Tang Chen turned back, noticing a clear tear in Cao Yanqin’s eyes. He frowned slightly, feeling something was off about her—at least, she had changed a great deal.

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Old Madam Chen looked around before slowly rising, patting her forehead as if to clear her mind. After a while, she approached the bedside and took out a red thread from her backpack. I’ve seen this before—when Chen Ningrui gathered souls last time, she used it. Even then, I thought this thread was quite peculiar.

Hua Weilu felt as if time had frozen at that instant, even the swirling peach blossom petals seemed to halt in midair.

“Commander! After returning to Shenren Workshop, I will organize the craftsmen to make it!” After flying over the boundless sea of clouds all day without finding north, south, east, or west, Sun Xin felt the issue of navigation needed to be addressed first.

Mo Shanhe, father of Mo Shu, was once a super-rich man with 20,000 yuan in savings in the 1990s. It was just unfortunate that Mo Shu was just born then, leaving no lasting impression.

“Damn, you’re awesome! Why did your eyes open so wide just now?” Maomao looked at Fang Hao speechlessly.

The final stop! The GTCC season finale! The year-long rivalry among teams was about to reach its climax.

“Fang Hao wins,” Ye Hongqing smiled. She understood Murong Ling’s thoughts but said nothing.

Standing before the temple gate, Miao Ni watched the departing convoy and sighed. She wondered when the emperor would summon the Right Zhaoyi, who was physically a monk but spiritually worldly, so that the Buddhist order might finally find true peace.

Ye Jinyu intended to recruit Huang Bingqing simply to find someone who could help him, whether in gathering information or writing training materials. Teacher Huang was qualified and professional, capable of doing the job well. That was all—nothing to do with ideals or lifestyle.