The campsite provided barbecue charcoal.
However, Jiang Chengshan had also prepared his own.
There was actually a bit of a science to charcoal. For instance, food stalls commonly used machine-made charcoal.
That is, charcoal made by compressing wood chips with machines.
This type of charcoal provided an even and long-lasting heat, produced little smoke, and had a mild charcoal flavor. Most importantly, it was cheap, making it the top choice for barbecue stalls.
However, it was slow to ignite, and left behind a lot of white ash that was hard to clean up.
Naturally, the campsite didn't provide this kind of charcoal.
They provided fruitwood charcoal.
Fruitwood charcoal burned quickly, albeit for a shorter time, and produced little ash, making it easy to clean. This was why campsites preferred it.
After all, a barbecue could easily last three or four hours, meaning guests would have to buy more charcoal.
As for what Jiang Chengshan prepared, it was bamboo charcoal.
Although bamboo charcoal was expensive, it produced little smoke and had a faint charcoal smell, making it excellent for barbecuing.
After all, being expensive wasn't its flaw, but rather...
Lin Mo stacked the pieces of bamboo charcoal neatly. His movements were unhurried, carrying a strange sense of rhythm.
He placed a lit alcohol block in the center of the grill's bottom layer, letting the heat radiate steadily outwards.
It wouldn't be long before this wave of heat ignited all the bamboo charcoal in the stove.
He didn't use a single trace of spiritual energy during the entire process; it was purely the joy of starting a fire through physical means.
Jiang Yunlu sat to the side, holding a small palm-leaf fan.
She fanned the grill once to make the sparks dance more merrily.
Then she fanned Lin Mo, as if to drive away the fine beads of sweat that hadn't even appeared on his forehead.
Her gaze hardly left Lin Mo, terrified that he would be stifled by the heat of the charcoal fire.
Not far away on the silver ground, Zhou Nianqian quietly stared at Lin Mo and Jiang Yunlu, his brows unconsciously knitting into a knot.
The light flowed before his eyes but failed to illuminate the trace of gloom deep within them.
Old Zhou, let it go. A lazy voice came from the side. Ye Minghui stood with one hand in his pocket, idly swirling a wine glass with the other.
With the way they are, you won't be able to wedge yourself in. There are plenty of fish in the sea, why get hung up on just one?
Ye Qiaolin didn't say a word, but her beautiful eyes revealed a hint of agreement.
She had to admit that the girl named Jiang Yunlu slightly overshadowed her, both in looks and in that unique temperament.
More importantly, the way that boy looked at her contained a focus and gentleness that she herself hadn't received just moments ago.
Zhou Nianqian remained silent, his gaze glued to the girl, completely unmoving.
Just then, Ye Qiaolin's phone vibrated slightly.
She looked down and unlocked it. The light from the screen reflected on her face, and her initially bored expression was instantly replaced by a flash of surprise.
Found it!
She kept her voice low, but it was laced with excitement. I got it. Tianyun Century Group, it's a massive company. The founder is Jiang Chengshan, the man sitting in the chair over there, and the girl is Jiang Yunlu, his daughter.
The information had come quickly.
For ordinary people, the personal information of a big shot's relatives was like looking at flowers through a fog.
But within similar circles, this information was mostly transparent. After all, no one wanted an accidental friendly-fire incident.
Hearing the words Tianyun Century Group, Zhou Nianqian's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen a ray of light in the darkness.
Tianyun Century?
He pondered, a hint of amusement in his tone. If I remember correctly, they can't be considered a top-tier wealthy family.
Yeah, they're still a step behind your family and mine, Ye Qiaolin said, swiping on her phone screen. But to be fair, he's a first-generation founder who built it from scratch. Reaching this level is already quite remarkable.
As she spoke, she handed the phone over.
On the screen was Jiang Yunlu's brief profile, containing only information available through public channels, such as the school she attended and the awards she had won.
If they wanted anything more detailed, they would have to hire someone to investigate.
Zhou Nianqian's eyes quickly scanned the screen, eventually pausing on a single line of text.
Oh? Guangba Middle School? Going into G2. In that case...
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as a bold idea rapidly formed in his mind.
Ye Minghui leaned over to take a look and immediately guessed his intentions, staring at him as if looking at a madman.
You're not thinking about transferring, are you? We're already in G3 and graduating next year. What's the point of transferring?
Not just transferring, transferring and repeating a year.
Zhou Nianqian's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap in their ears.
Ye Minghui's mouth instantly formed an O shape, staying open for a long while. Damn! Seriously? Wasting a whole year just to pick up a girl? Do you have to be so extreme?
It's worth it.
Zhou Nianqian revealed a gentle smile, but his eyes shone with an unquestionable stubbornness.
To us, a diploma is nothing but a piece of paper. Being able to get what I want with my own hands—that process is what matters most.
Ye Minghui was stunned for a moment before breaking into a grin and giving Zhou Nianqian a thumbs-up, looking like a partner-in-crime who had finally found his crew.
Alright, you're crazy! He turned to look at Ye Qiaolin beside him, winking and asking, Sis, what about me? Should I tag along for the fun?
Ye Qiaolin rolled her eyes at him in exasperation and shrugged indifferently. Go ahead. As if you wouldn't go just because I said no? The legs are yours, who could stop you.
Hehe!
Having received permission, Ye Minghui excitedly hooked his arm around Zhou Nianqian's shoulders and shook him vigorously. Old Zhou, hear that? Your bro is going to join you in your madness! When we get to Guangba Middle School, the two of us will rule the place!
Zhou Nianqian patted the back of his hand, his smile becoming a bit more genuine.
Good brother.
He once again cast his gaze toward Jiang Yunlu in the distance. His look was no longer one of pure appreciation, but mixed with a determination that he was bound to get what he wanted.
He, Zhou Nianqian, had never failed to obtain something he set his sights on.
Guangba Middle School, was it?
Wait for me.
As for Lin Mo's side, he wasn't paying attention to the situation over there. Although his divine sense could cover a hundred miles, there was no need to take in every piece of information; he automatically filtered out things like casual conversations.
Naturally, he had no idea about the secret plotting of those three.
In his eyes, the barbecue was clearly much more important right now.
While the bamboo charcoal was catching fire, Lin Mo began to set up the tent, focusing on doing it quickly and perfectly.
Although Jiang Chengshan didn't speak, he kept a dead stare fixed on the two of them.
Since he couldn't stop his daughter from associating with Lin Mo, he was going to stop any messy business from happening between them.
He was just like a security camera.
So no matter what, he absolutely had to make Yunlu sleep in the RV tonight.
He absolutely could not let them sleep in the tent.
At this moment, the three people in the distance took the initiative to walk toward Jiang Chengshan.
Obviously, Zhou Nianqian had chosen a flanking tactic.

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"