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Chapter 308 - 308: The Right Hand of God! Meeting Ye Wanqiu (2)

“Not exactly,” Si Fuqing shook her head, “An old teacher I met abroad.”

“Alright then, you two catch up,” JI Xingzhi mumbled, “Guess I’ll play games tonight.”

After ending the call, he swiftly found an gaming hotel and logged into “Oracle”.

In the list, both NINE and Jiu’s avatars were grayed out, but Lightning was online.

[JI]: Yo, bro, you’re online. How about teaming up for a dungeon?

[Lightning]: …Invite me.

JI Xingzhi, elated, had successfully found a strong carry.

During the voice chat, he asked, “Bro, where are you? I’m back in the country. How about we meet up?

Jiang Changfeng’s tone was without any emotions as he said, “No time.”

“You’re just a NEET, right?” JI Xingzhi didn’t believe it, “How can a NEET be busy? I think you’re just socially anxious. Don’t worry, I’m great at socializing. I won’t let you feel awkward.”

Jiang Changfeng promptly closed the voice chat.

What a weird guy. Seriously messed up.

No wonder he’s called “11”. more like GG.

“Brother, you’re gaming again,” Jiang Changning said, frowning as she brought over a tray of snacks. “What’s the deal with you stopping in Lin City and not leaving?”

Could he actually be smitten with Sisi?

Jiang Changfeng’s face was expressionless, “I’m just a country bumpkin, first time in the big city. Want to see more of the world, gain some experience.”

This brash girl maliciously slandered him, claiming he couldn’t even recognize a bus stop sign.

“Okay,” Jiang Changning believed him, “This is the ticket Qingqing gave me yesterday. Do you want to go to the final night this Saturday?”

“I don’t—I‘ Jiang Changfeng started to refuse, but then he hesitated, “Let’s go see it.”

“Mhmm,” Jiang Changning agreed, “Then I need to buy you a new outfit. You can’t keep wearing the same thing. With your sense of style, the fact that mom even wants me to set you up with a girlfriend is just daydreaming.”

Jiang Changfeng glanced at the ticket on the table, pressed his temples, and took a deep breath.

He still couldn’t accept that the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand was a celebrity, becoming increasingly popular online.

The Miracle Doctor Alliance, though removed from worldly matters, didn’t mean they completely lacked electronic devices.

Jiang Changfeng dreaded the thought of a day when an elder, while watching a drama, would see the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand acting. The thought was almost unbearable.

The temperament of the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand truly defied normal understanding.

Jiang Changfeng ate a piece of the snack, while manipulating the keyboard and mouse.

Suddenly, his stomach gurgled, followed by a sharp pain in his organs.

Jiang Changfeng was speechless.

That damned girl.

She really did put laxatives in his food, just because he stayed in Lin City a few more days?

The sweetness of the snacks had masked it well. Clever.

Jiang Changfeng, face cold, chose to log out and headed for the restroom.

Whether that noob “JI” would get slapped to death by the dungeon boss was none of his concern.

Si Fuqing didn’t take Gu Wenzhu to a hotel, but instead rented a secluded and private apartment.

After all, Gu Wenzhu’s fame in the fashion world was enormous, and it was very difficult for even international film festivals to invite him.

His appearance in Lin City, if leaked, would create an international sensation.

“Yun Lan, have you ever considered acting?” Gu Wenzhu pondered, “Lingyun has a script that’s been untouched for years. Mostly because those actresses can’t match your skill, so better not to film it at all.”

“Sure, I did promise him,” Si Fuqing smiled, “But I’m a bit busy this year.

There’s a variety show, and I need to prepare for an exam.”

“Exam?” Gu Wen Bamboo was taken aback, “You’re going back to school?”

“Not really, and I don’t want to,” Si Fuqing’s demeanor was relaxed, “But to shed the ‘dropout’ nickname and to give my fans some confidence, I might as well go have some fun with the International Joint Examination.” Gu Wenzhu voice rose sharply, “Internat—lnternational Joint Exam, just for fun?!”

Listen to this, is this something a person would say?

Every year, only about three thousand people globally get a chance to take the International Joint Examination. And that’s just for participating.

Participating doesn’t mean passing, and probably only the top fifty get access to top-tier experimental resources.

Those in the top fifty are the young geniuses of various countries.

“It’s just the same types of questions every year, repeated,” Si Fuqing shrugged, “Not very interesting unless the examiners change. But I doubt they will.”

Gu Wenzhu was speechless, clearly concerned about her worsening condition, Imowing she needed urgent treatment.

However, not wanting to dampen the spirits of his student, Gu Wenzhu tactfully changed the subject. “Where are you staying now? This apartment is quite spacious; why not stay here?”

“I’m staying at my boss’s place. Once you return to Glenn, I’ll stop renting this place to save money, maybe even spare some for extra food,” Si Fuqing said nonchalantly, waving her hand. “It’s getting late; I should go back and check on his leg.”

Gu Wenzhu didn’t insist on her staying, just nodded in understanding. “If you’re short on money, let me know. Oh, by the way, those design sketches of yours sold for quite a bit. Give me your bank details, and I’ll transfer the money to you.”

“People bought those designs?” Si Fuqing was surprised. “Who would buy a pile of waste paper?”

“What waste paper? That’s art!” Gu Wenzhu emphasized strongly. “Don’t you know you’re called ‘The Right Hand of God’? I even insured your hand for several billion!”

Si Fuqing responded earnestly, “I didn’t know, but it does sound a bit too fantastical.”

“Whatever, you just keep drinking your cola,” Gu Wenzhu grumbled, waving his hand dismissively. “Go on, get some rest. I need to process today’s events.”

Si Fuqing closed the door thoughtfully. ‘You should get some sleep too, teacher. And maybe exercise your heart a bit. What if you encounter even bigger surprises in the future?”

Gu Wenzhu was left speechless, grumpily retreating to his room.

Opening his suitcase, he took a phone call.

The voice on the other end spoke respectfully, “Mr. Gu, are you still in the Great

Xia Empire?”

“Yes, I am,” Gu Wenzhu replied nonchalantly. “I won’t be returning anytime soon. ”

“Will you be absent in June as well?” the caller asked, surprised and somewhat anxious. “It’s the 78th Glenn Award Ceremony!”

If Gu Wenzhu didn’t attend, the fashion world would lack a significant presence.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Gu Wen Bamboo realized. “I’ll see. I’ll ask her if she wants to go. If she doesn’t, neither will I.”

Previously, Gu Wenzhu was the first to attend the Glenn Award Ceremony, especially since Yun Lan was there.

But with Yun Lan’s retirement, the Glenn Awards lost their allure.

The caller, curious about who Gu Wenzhu was referring to, wisely didn’t inquire further, simply responding, “We’ll await your decision, Mr. Gu.”

After ending the call, Gu Wenzhu lay down on the bed, finally closing his eyes to rest.

Meanwhile, in the heart of Lin City.

A five-star hotel.

Xie Yu knocked and waited for Xie Yanqiu’s permission before entering.

He glanced around the luxurious presidential suite. “Where’s dad?”

“He went to get me some late-night snacks,” Xie Yanqiu replied, lounging on the sofa. “How did it go? Did the support video work?”

Xie Yu exhaled slowly as he replied, “…Very effective.”

Many people, feeling sorry for his lack of family status, had joined his fanbase.

But he wasn’t too keen on that.

“Still needed your mom to step in,” Xie Yanqiu nodded. “Didn’t you say there’s a wealthy heir in your training camp? I specifically brought out my most expensive jewelry and handbags. Definitely no embarrassment there.”

Xie Yu:

Yes.

Worth hundreds ofmillions.

Almost blinded him with its brilliance.

But because it was too extravagant, no one believed it was real.

Xie Yu didn’t want to dwell on this topic, “I told Teacher Si you wanted to meet her. She said she likes you a lot and is eager to meet you.”

“Really?” Xie Yanqiu was pleasantly surprised. “Then I need to dress up well.

I’m a fan of her looks.”

Xie Yu rubbed his forehead.

Fine.

His mother always kept up with the latest trends.

“No need, you look great as you are,” Xie Yu shrugged. “Because she said she’s coming over right now..”