Chapter 364: Absolutely No Objections

"Ten laps?! Instructor, this is a bit too..."

Sun Yang had barely opened his mouth before a sharp glare from Wei Zhuang choked the words right back down his throat.

"You have an objection?"

Wei Zhuang’s tone carried a faint, dangerous edge.

"No objection, absolutely no objection!"

Sun Yang waved his hands frantically and hurried to catch up with the jogging line.

By the third lap, Han Ruoxi was already gasping for breath.

"I say... if we finish these laps... will we even have the strength left to drill?"

Initially, she had intended to bow twice more to convey her sincerest apologies, but on second thought, she abandoned the idea; bowing three times to someone with such a solemn face made it feel altogether too much like paying final respects at a wake, which was far too morbid and ill-omened.

Hassan likewise showed a look of surprise, yet he pressed for no answers, merely ordering his subordinates to vacate a tent for the Third Mistress before personally taking up guard at the entrance outside.

In the distance, Guan Xuan caught a tremendous fright and hurriedly shouted a warning. Yet, scarcely had his voice fallen when one of the flying daggers struck Lan Ling squarely in the right shoulder, while the other was deflected by her broadsword.

I saw Jiang Ying's lips move slightly, the words "I am sorry" vanishing instantly into the night wind, as though they had never been spoken at all.

The brilliant, piercing scarlet of the sunlight instantly struck the depths of his eyes, and in the next moment, Zhou San felt as if mustard had been poured into them; tears and mucus erupted simultaneously, bringing a pain he had certainly never known in the first half of his life, and one he absolutely never wished to experience in the second.

Yuan Xi smiled faintly; this was nothing to fear, for what mother does not endure countless hardships to bring her child into the world?

Since they were returning home for the New Year, they naturally had to be happy and fully indulge in all the food and fun they had missed out on over the past year.

Yet reality was ever so cruel, and the balloon of Bai Xue’s confidence was ruthlessly punctured the moment she arrived at the University of Political Science and Law.

Yuan Xi's fingertips brushed over the cosmetic box; ever since she had conceived this child, she had not touched rouge or powder. Unscrewing the lid, she found the cosmetics inside had already hardened into clumps.

Wang Fuling intended to sit back and watch the spectacle; if those four peacefully filled all the vats in the temple, she would let the matter rest.

Responding to her was the Nine-Revolution Divine Grass within her spiritual sea; the fellow claimed that by leveraging Yin Ling’s gift, he could now grant Ye Xi certain physiological responses of a normal living person, such as sweating, or blushing.

Though it was phrased that way, Jinyang could at most only agree to transport water once a week, bringing along some local pasture delicacies such as beef and the like.

And the Kingdom of Nikino, acting as the backing supporter behind the Blood Maple Territory’s new master, naturally would not allow the Grand Duke to dispose of him cleanly.

Even if the racial talent of the Vipers was vexing, it meant little to the ordinary soldiers, for those common troops only needed to take charge of the prisoners.

The flying apes surging from all directions suddenly ground to a halt; though devoid of deep intellect, they could still understand that the person before them was simply an existence that could not be overcome.

This was because trees sprouted in the spring, which the residents of Fairytale Town believed represented the power of rebirth; lighting the wooden platform signified welcoming new life and attaining a vitality as vigorous as the budding trees of spring.

Eighty thousand sets of excellent-quality armor had already consumed nearly a year's worth of Quetamondo’s mining output; no, it shouldn't be called a loss, but rather an investment.

A heavy stone finally lifted from Wang Fuling’s heart; now that Zhao Awu had entered the palace, a good beginning had been made.

Earlier in the palace, she had feared that Su Qianqian, in her state of overwhelming grief, might do something reckless in a moment of despair, never expecting that upon returning to the manor, she would be completely composed and demanding to pack her things to remarry.

Instantly, the injuries that had just barely recovered worsened once more, yet Qin Yu immediately feigned absolute normalcy, scrambling up from the ground to glare warily at the zombie king not far away.