Hearing that Bao Gucheng wanted to personally go down to excavate the coffin.
Chen Long and the others all became anxious.
All the subordinates knelt down in unison, begging, "We are incompetent, but we plead with Mr. Bo to think twice!"
The army cannot be without a leader.
Protecting the leader at all costs is their unwavering mission.
However, Bao Gucheng had already made up his mind: "No need to say more, prepare the hoist. Also, get me a pair of gloves."
He clearly remembered the small woman’s gentle and meticulous advice through the window before departure: Don’t dig graves with bare hands, remember to wear gloves.
Her words were always ones he had to heed.
A pair of leather gloves was handed over, and Bao Gucheng’s long fingers slipped into them. After tidying up his attire, he tied the hoist around his waist and was the first to descend.
The subordinates watched, grasping their brows anxiously!
Qingcheng High School.
Life in senior year is unimaginably tough.
Major exams, minor tests, monthly exams, joint exams, unit tests, mock exams...
Never-ending exams and rankings are routine.
The four-school joint exams had just ended, and right away, it was time for the city’s second mock exam.
Xing Yue was very strict about studying, patrolling with a baton during self-study classes. If she saw students not revising, playing with phones, or reading novels, she’d immediately hit them with the baton without saying a word.
When passing by Zuzi’s desk and seeing her holding the "Ancient Poetry Selection," she couldn’t help but praise her admiringly: "Everyone should learn from Zuzi, read more useful extracurricular books!"
Everyone gathered around Zuzi.
Zuzi: "Want to borrow the book? Actually, this book is poorly written, many terms are incomprehensible. For example, ’to park and love the maple forest in the evening’... the term ’to love’ is used weirdly, how can you love while sitting...?"
The little ancestor was earnestly criticizing.
No one was there to borrow the book.
"Miss Ancestor, could you let us taste your medicine?"
"Just, the candy you gave Wu Qianman!"
The ancestor refused decisively.
Her Immortal Elixir was not for everyone.
The crowd became anxious—
"Miss Ancestor, please, just one piece, okay?"
"You see, Wu Qianman ate two pieces of candy, and now she’s well-developed both front and back, pale and gaining weight beautifully. We don’t ask to be that beautiful, just one that could make us a bit better-looking would suffice."
"Miss Ancestor, girls eat it to become pretty, so if we boys eat it, can we become more robust too? We want some too!"
Turns out everyone was eyeing the candy she gave Wu Qianman.
Not just the students from the East Sea Class.
Even students from the other twelve classes came in admiration. Throughout the break, the corridor outside was packed with people, those without fame couldn’t squeeze into the front row by the door, let alone have the chance to greet Zuzi.
Especially a group of girls, who drove the boys away, shyly and quietly pleading one by one:
"Zuzi, we also want to enhance our poached eggs, like the ones Wu Qianman had, is that okay?"
Zuzi, resting her cheek on her palm, was quite puzzled: "Ancestor thinks poached eggs are quite cute, walking without burden, isn’t it good?"
The girls shook their heads vigorously: "No, no, it’s really not good, we just want a big, big, big burden!"
The girls’ peculiar aesthetic was baffling to her.
The girls didn’t stop begging.
Outside the door, Xi Ruzhu, holding a stack of English exam papers, glanced curiously inside as she passed by.
Upon discovering that everyone was asking Zuzi for some "enhancement candy," she looked down at her neckline and then softly advised, "Zuzi’s candy isn’t free, it can’t just be given away. Let’s not make it difficult for her."
With Xi Ruzhu’s subtle reminder, everyone got the hint from her words.
"Zuzi, so you want money, right?"