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.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
