Director Wang stared blankly at the two individuals.
Both... both named Han Meimei?
Realizing that Director Wang's expression seemed a bit off, the already awkward Zhou Qiaoqiao and Yang Jingxuan became even more uncomfortable.
But, if they had to blame someone, they thought it was mostly Xu Mo's fault.
If Xu Mo hadn't claimed to be Li Lei,
would they have said their names were Han Meimei?
The two of them had been trying hard to come up with fake names just now.
But just because Xu Mo said he was Li Lei,
it caused the phrase "Li Lei and Han Meimei" to echo in the minds of Yang Jingxuan and Zhou Qiaoqiao.
Their heads were buzzing, unable to remember anything.
It was like trying to fill in ancient poetry during a Chinese exam.
You couldn't recall the ancient poetry, but the lyrics of classic songs kept playing incessantly in your mind.
Xu Mo couldn't help but wipe his face helplessly.
Teammate troubles...
He quickly explained for the two of them.
"Pronunciation issue."
After saying that, he pointed at Zhou Qiaoqiao. "She's called Han Meimei."
Then he pointed at Yang Jingxuan. "She's called Han Meimei too."
Director Wang smiled, "I knew it..."
Xu Mo didn't want to leave his real name, fearing that troubles might arise later.
Who knows if the welfare home might disclose the names of donors?
If the names were made public and coincidentally seen by the investigative team,
wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
There were several steps in the donation process to the welfare home.
But Xu Mo said he was avoiding trouble, so he simplified and even skipped some steps.
Among them, there was a crucial step: group photo.
On this matter, Xu Mo flatly refused.
His current identity was a "fugitive."
A group photo?
Wasn't that just a joke?
After completing all the procedures,
Xu Mo casually mentioned that he wanted to stay in the welfare home for a few more days to play with the children.
"Director Wang, I really like these kids. Can I stay at the welfare home for a few days? I want to spend more time with the children."
Director Wang was initially surprised.
Most people who donated did it for show, for reputation. They basically left after donating.
But someone who not only donated but also wanted to stay and spend time with the children? She hadn't seen that before.
After some consideration,
Director Wang thought it was a good thing.
At least, for the children in the welfare home, it was a good thing.
Judging from the children's reactions just now,
they seemed to really like these three brothers and sisters who came to donate.
Moreover, the welfare home did have some vacant rooms.
Also, the three of them had given too much!
So, Director Wang agreed.
"Of course, you can. However, you can't stay with the children. They live in the back, and you can only stay in the front staff rooms. This... is a rule. I hope you can understand."
"Understood," Xu Mo nodded.
Seeing how easygoing Xu Mo was,
Director Wang couldn't help but have a better impression of the three of them.
In this day and age, there weren't many people who were both wealthy, caring, and easy to talk to.
"That's fine then. Mr. Li, follow me. I'll take you to the rooms where you'll be staying at night... those rooms were originally occupied by caregivers or teachers, but they left, and the rooms are now vacant."
The three of them immediately followed.
Finding a place to rest seemed to be achieved.
This resting place appeared to be quite safe.
The investigation team would probably never think that the three of them would choose to stay in the welfare home rather than opting for a hotel or guesthouse.
Moreover, Xu Mo had just subtly misled the investigation team.
The plan to mislead the investigation team just now.
It wasn't exactly flawless.
Whether the plan could deceive the investigation team or not, Xu Mo himself wasn't sure.
However, this plan had a dual nature.
Whether the investigation team believed it or not, Xu Mo had nothing to lose.
For Xu Mo,
If the investigation team believed, that would be perfect, making them run all the way to the welfare home for nothing, wasting their time.
As for disbelief, it didn't matter.
Keeping the investigation team skeptical about any lead was what Xu Mo hoped for.
They could doubt that Xu Mo was hiding in the nursing home was a false lead.
Similarly, even if the investigation team truly traced it to the welfare home, they would surely doubt the authenticity of this lead.
After all, the nature of the welfare home and nursing home was remarkably similar.
Both were places that ordinary people would rarely visit.
Moreover, these two places were vastly different from where Xu Mo had temporarily stayed before.
Real or fake, virtual or real, who could say for sure?
...
Nursing home.
After receiving the lead, the investigation team wasted no time rushing over.
The elderly in the nursing home.
Most of them lacked self-care ability and were hard of hearing, requiring professional care, hence sent to the nursing home.
As soon as the investigation team parked the car at the entrance,
they saw an old man sitting alone, lost in thought, just inside the gate.
Han Fei walked over with a smile.
"Hello, old man."
The old man gave Han Fei a faint glance and remained silent.
Though being ignored,
Han Fei continued with a smile, asking,
"Old man, do you often sit on this side of the entrance? Did you see a young man come in today to apply for a caregiver position?"
Upon hearing this, the old man turned to look at the group of people gathered inside, chatting over tea.
With a disdainful expression, he replied, "Why wouldn't you play with them? A bunch of seventy-year-old brats. I'm ninety; what do I have to play with them for?"
Han Fei: "..."
Was he talking about the same thing they were discussing?
Han Fei thought perhaps the old man's hearing was failing due to his age, and he spoke too softly earlier.
So, he raised his voice.
"Old man, did you see a new caregiver today? His name is Xu Mo."
The old man didn't hear clearly, "Xu what?"
"Xu Mo!" Han Fei raised his voice again.
"What?"
"Xu Mo!"
"Uh, I don't have six buns." The old man thought aloud.
Han Fei: "..."
Forget it; it was a futile attempt.
It seemed like they were on different wavelengths.
You ask east; he answers west.
You say a big monkey, he talks about a train engine.
You mention a big monkey eating children, he talks about a train engine with wheels.
Unable to get any useful information,
Han Fei decided to give up.
"Rest well."
Having said that, the four changed their target.
This time, they found a group of old grandpas sitting around, drinking tea and chatting.
"Hey, gentlemen, sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to ask if there's a new caregiver at our nursing home today, quite young, named Xu Mo."
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e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”