The office was eerily quiet.
Meng Hao, the secretary general of the Olympic delegation and principal, along with everyone else, stared blankly at Zhao Yan.
They were all stunned by his casual remark of "Sign me up for everything that doesn't conflict with my schedule."
"Is there a problem?" Zhao Yan blinked innocently.
Qin Lan, the secretary of the Olympic delegation, didn't say anything because she had a heart condition and needed to take a sip of water to calm her shock.
The principal looked to Meng Hao, signaling for him to speak.
Meng Hao gently advised Zhao Yan, "Little Zhao, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. For example, just because you're a fast runner doesn't mean you're strong..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Yan directly lifted a several hundred pound solid wood desk.
Meng Hao's voice trailed off as he stared, dumbfounded, at Zhao Yan with an expression like he'd seen a ghost.
The principal and others were \\(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)/!!!
"Pfft—"
Qin Lan, who had just put down her glass of water, spit it out in shock, spraying it all over Meng Hao's face.
"I'm so sorry, that was an accident, I didn't mean to spit water all over your face." Qin Lan was flustered and apologized repeatedly, not knowing what to do.
Only then did Meng Hao come to his senses, wiping the water stains off his face, mumbling to himself, "It's fine, I needed to calm down anyway, or else I'd think I was hallucinating."
He runs faster than a beast of burden and is stronger than a beast of burden.
What is this?
This is just a huge beast of burden!
"Is that okay? Teacher Meng, can I sign up for other events?" Zhao Yan put the desk back down.
Meng Hao looked at him eagerly, "Sign up! Sign up for as many as you want, I'll go back and figure out the schedule so there are no conflicts. I'll sign you up for everything that doesn't overlap so you can win gold medals across the board!"
He felt that Zhao Yan would definitely go down in history!
"Oh right, since you're so strong, did you train a lot before?" Meng Hao curiously asked another question.
Zhao Yan gave a modest smile, "I was born with supernatural strength."
If he wasn't trying to keep a low profile, he could have lifted the desk with just one hand.
"You're the old man in the sky's son." Meng Hao was convinced.
Fast runner, super strong, and handsome - if he wasn't the old man in the sky's illegitimate child, no one would believe it.
"Then I'll get going if that's all? Just let me know a few days before the competitions." Zhao Yan got up to leave.
Qin Lan quickly spoke up, "Wait, you're not familiar with the rules for some events. You'll need to train beforehand."
"No worries, just send me the events I'm registered for later. I'll look up some tutorials online." Zhao Yan waved his hand without turning back.
Everyone: "......"
What an easygoing and perfunctory attitude.
They could already imagine the scene when Zhao Yan stood on the podium to give his winner's speech...
His speech would definitely be very interesting, and the audience and athletes from other countries would have even more interesting reactions!
............
At 9pm, Zhao Yan returned home.
Just in time to see Ling Keke bringing dishes to the dining room.
"You're home, Mr. Zhao. Just one more soup." Ling Keke said somewhat nervously.
Zhao Yan casually closed the door behind him and smiled amiably, "Keke, we'll be together long term. I'm just two years older than you. Don't be so nervous and distant. Just call me Brother Zhao."
"Okay, Brother Zhao." Ling Keke said in a low voice.
Zhao Yan laughed heartily, "That's better. I really hope we can become closer. After all, I don't have many friends."
It would be best to become bosom friends.
Ling Keke looked at him in surprise and suspicion, seeming not to believe that a rich man like him would have no friends.
"Sigh." Zhao Yan started acting, letting out a melancholy sigh, "I know what you're thinking. You're too young to understand the loneliness at the top."
"It seems like I have a lot of friends, but they're all just trying to get something out of me, to take advantage of my status and power. Not a single real, close friend. It's helpless."
Ling Keke bit her lip, suddenly feeling that the glamorous big shot was actually very tired. Maybe he wasn't as happy as others imagined.
That part was true, because Zhao Yan's happiness was something no one else could imagine ( ́◊ω◊`).
"That's why I like making friends with people like you. I hope we can develop a close friendship as we spend more time together." Zhao Yan's eyes were full of warmth, adding to himself, and develop into being intimate.
Ling Keke was somewhat flattered and didn't know what to do with her hands, stuttering, "But...but I'm also working for you for the money..."
Her voice got smaller and smaller, and she lowered her head staring at the tips of her shoes, not daring to look at Zhao Yan. Well, she couldn't see her shoe tips lowered either.
"You're different, you'll understand later. You still have food cooking in the kitchen right?" Zhao Yan knew when to stop.
Ling Keke cried out, "My soup!"
Then hurriedly rushed into the kitchen.
Zhao Yan smiled. It was easy to coax girls like this who were pretty, insecure, and lacking confidence.
"The food looks so tempting, it's making me drool."
Sitting at the dining table, looking at the delicious spread, Zhao Yan smilingly said to Ling Keke.
Gathering her courage, Ling Keke said, "Then eat more. I'll make it everyday if you want."
"Mm, and I want to eat while making in the future too."
............
While Zhao Yan was dining with the "big" nanny, a group of people gathered in the diamond VIP room of Jinxiu Palace.
These people were men and women, all prominent figures in Binhai. At the moment, they all had frowns on their faces.
"What do you guys think, we helped Young Master Zhao take down Sanhe Group, but he hasn't contacted us at all?"
"Right, he should at least get in touch, even just to exchange pleasantries."
"Is Young Master Zhao not one to care for formalities...?"
They took down Sanhe Group in order to get on Zhao Yan's radar, but Zhao Yan hadn't leaked anything all day, leaving them confused.
"Hmph, laughable." Jinxiu Palace's Boss Chen swirled a glass of red wine, with an expression that said I'm the only sober one here, I already see through everything.
Everyone looked towards this old fart putting on airs.
The manager of Jinxiu Palace quickly flattered, "Boss, from your pose, you must have already seen through everything."
"Of course." Boss Chen smiled smugly, put down his wine glass, and looked around at everyone, "What kind of person is Young Master Zhao? A big shot! Resolving Sanhe Group seems like a huge deal to us, but it was probably just some sesame seed or mung bean sized minor matter in his eyes."
Zhao Yan: Hey, don't drag me into your boastful nonsense.
Hearing Boss Chen's words, everyone was lost in thought for a moment, then seemed to be hit with sudden realization.
"That's right, from our perspective, taking down Sanhe Group took great effort, but to Young Master Zhao, it was likely just a flick of his fingers."
"Exactly, we have different statuses and perspectives than him. So what should we do now?"
"Right, we can't have done this for nothing."
"Quiet, quiet," Chen Boss confidently said: "Everyone, although Young Master Zhao has not stated his position, we can be certain that he still holds us in high regard. He will not forget our contributions. Most likely, he just wants to keep us waiting a bit longer before speaking. Men of status enjoy these kinds of games."
The crowd once again felt this sounded reasonable.
Seeing the enlightened expressions on everyone's faces, Chen Boss felt a strong sense of intellectual superiority.
Amongst so many people, it turned out only he alone had seen through Young Master Zhao's thoughts.
For a moment, he felt the lonely isolation of being too clever.
He felt that for a person, being too smart was no good, because you could not find someone on your wavelength.
"Being too clever is my greatest flaw,"
Chen Boss muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with melancholy.
iving with nine beautiful women. [Ding! Welcome back to the Joyous Sect, Host…] Lin Yu: ??? I’m clearly in a shared rental, but you’re saying I’m in the Joyous Sect? Watering plants is now [Tending to Spiritual Flora]? Cooking becomes [Researching Elixirs]? Making the bed turns into [Setting Up Formations]? A gentle and innocent auntie, twin classmates, a mysterious hacker girl on leave, a severely socially anxious artist, an elementary school Chinese teacher, a community hospital nurse, a pet shop owner, an antique clock restorer… This system… is kinda interesting.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
