Chapter 104: Preparations for the Materials Research Park

Returning home, Lu Yu resumed his routine of studying and reading.

During this time, Shi Zixuan and Qin Xiaomian called, hoping he would accompany them to see a recently popular film, "Ex-Files 3."

Lu Yu declined politely upon hearing the title—what a joke. Was that kind of movie suitable for him? After all, he had no exes.

Still, during a break while eating, he checked out some reviews on his phone.

The movie was indeed quite popular, but the Douban ratings were...

"The Interesting Girl" watched as the figure of Xiezhi vanished, the man’s lips curling into a strange smile, as if he had discovered something amusing.

Mo Chen stepped out of that room to find Liu Feng and the others had already rescued all the people imprisoned in the other rooms of the bunker.

In his memory, his cousin's anger could be counted on one hand; tonight’s fury must mean something serious had happened.

The most crucial point was that the fifty million yuan was all earned by Nangong Hen through risky street racing and traffic jams—a sum representing years of his hard work.

After dinner, since the parents disliked such lively commotion, they escorted the elders back to the hotel room before heading out to have fun.

“You old fool!” Lu’s mother sat up, glaring fiercely at Lu’s father, her hand near his ear, torn between scolding and reluctance.

“Heh! Those slackers need a lesson!” Mo Bai showed no intention of protecting them. After all, he had stayed away all these years; their complacency was understandable.

Looking at test questions like “Write the ratio of the golden section” and “Accurately draw the golden spiral following the golden ratio,” everyone could feel the deep malice from Lu Feifan.

Furong carried a tray adorned with a phoenix coronet and robe, watching Baili Yue earnestly persuade Baili Yuxiao, her heart filled with suspicion.

It was worth noting that within Hongdumen Academy, with over five thousand students, only ten were selected yearly as low-ranking imperial clerks on the government payroll. About half could serve as rankless local clerks, while over ninety percent could only become village chiefs or wardens in remote regions after graduation.

“Off work? Haven’t seen her come out...” The guard asked in surprise. But before he finished, a white car drove away.

Within just ten minutes, a flashy young man with a neat short haircut and black-framed glasses, smoking a crooked cigarette, rode a smoking “Jincheng 100” motorcycle to Fourth Master's doorstep.

Staring blankly as Ren Jing’s car disappeared, Er Xu crouched down, tears streaming uncontrollably onto the ground.

Clearly dissatisfied with his clothes, his usually restrained demeanor carried a hint of unsettling childishness.

“Yan Gege, then who do you think is more beautiful, me or the country bumpkin?” Bai Luoyue blinked repeatedly, utterly adorable.

The next day, the sky cleared for the first time in a while. In the morning forest, beyond the daytime clamor and shrill suona horns, a refreshing tranquility prevailed. Golden sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering specks of light.

Once upon this world, there was a proud bird. Its feathers blazed red, as if each one was forged from fire.

“What is she trying to say with that photo?” Su Zelin’s handsome face darkened, his icy gaze sharp as frozen steel.

“Don’t even think about it. Just wrap it up like this, or throw it away—otherwise, if you want to drag this out for years, I’ll go back and redo it for you.” Ou Yan was brazen, sitting carelessly on Shaofa’s lap, legs wide apart in a skirt, a pitiful sight.

Meanwhile, Bu Nan, imprisoned in the dungeon, was immediately declared innocent, reinstated to his official post, and made his assistant.

“Your Majesty.” A figure clad in black appeared at the door. This person was likely one of the Imperial Guards of the Hundred Riders Division, among those who would heed no one’s orders but Emperor Li Shimin’s—of course, they would never kneel to him. They were his shadows, pitifully loyal.