Chapter 351: Chapter 351: The Lord He Favors the Ancestors, All Goes for Them Directly!
When the East Sea Class handed in their papers, they heard that throughout the entire exam period in the morning, the bathrooms had been overwhelmed by the Nanshan Class people.
Queues formed with people suffering from vomiting and diarrhea...
Oh, and even Fang Yumei, the class teacher of the Nanshan Class, was vomiting and having diarrhea in her office, in quite a mess.
The security checked the surveillance footage and found it was Wang Xin sneaking something into the water dispenser early in the morning. They immediately handed Wang Xin over to the police.
Sabotaging the college entrance exams is a criminal act!
Everyone expressed their shock and sighs.
Xi Rubao suddenly felt a bit puzzled: "But I also drank that dispenser’s water, how come I’m fine?"
Wu Minghao: "Yes, yes, I drank it too and nothing happened. Yet the Nanshan Class folks..."
Xi Rubao suddenly realized!
"I know now!"
She looked intensely at Xi Zuzi—
"Sis, it’s the power of the word spirit, right? These days, Wang Xin and the people from Nanshan Class have been arrogant and mean, putting all their effort into mocking us, even dancing on purpose to disturb our revision. Even up to a minute before the exam, they were collectively laughing at us... They must have offended the word spirit, so the laxative made them reap what they sowed! The word spirit is such a lovely and just little darling!"
Wu Qianman chimed in: "We do good deeds, and the Ancestor blesses us, while those who do bad will bring about their own doom!"
Xi Zuzi’s lips twitched slightly.
Alright, it couldn’t be said that the kids understood it wrongly.
As long as one has a heart inclined towards kindness, that’s good.
She nodded with a smile: "Yes indeed."
Everyone enthusiastically expressed their joy at having predicted all the exam topics correctly.
Only Gu Jingyan, with a gloomy face, remained silent, pressing his lips tightly together.
After everyone finished speaking, he grudgingly grunted: "Why didn’t anyone tell me there would be a question on the Fu Xi Palace?"
He had personally gone to the Fu Xi Palace for a grave robbery.
But, when Xi Zuzi explained the mural on-site, he had been struck by lightning and was lying in the hospital, completely unaware of the mural’s content and the true meaning.
In other words, he didn’t answer a single word of that comprehensive question!
Upon hearing this, Xi Zuzi smiled slightly: "Xiao Yan, didn’t you always say you were Fu Xi? How come you don’t remember what was drawn in your own hideout?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Gu Jingyan’s face flushed to the roots of his neck: "I...!"
Xi Zuzi!!!
You, the wicked witch who knocks people’s heads and then turns around with a sly smile, you’re awful. Don’t go out claiming I’m your brother.
On the windowsill.
The little crow scrunched its mouth: "Hey, when did your master become such a fool? Not even able to answer a question about his own hideout? How embarrassing!"
Fu Xiqin pondered, considering it from a slightly different angle: "The master has no reason to blush like the Ancestor. The master has always been bold and daring, wanting to approach the Ancestor directly..."
The little crow’s claws twitched: "Shut up!"
Fu Xiqin: "Waa, waa, I’m just telling the truth, Brother Jin! Tell me, isn’t our master a hands-on type? When he wanted to sleep with the Ancestor, he barged straight into the Ancestor’s courtyard bath, planning to throw the Ancestor directly onto the bed... Ouch, Brother Jin, stop hitting! It hurts, hurts, my hair, my hair is messed up!"
"What kind of hairstyle do you have! You’re just being dramatic!"
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Four Seas Hotel Club.
Nangong Mo was smoking a cigar, listening to his subordinates’ report on the progress of an overseas acquisition case.
Suddenly.
The secretary stumbled in, nearly collapsing to the ground: "Master Si, the fifteen bodyguards we sent to capture Xi Zuzi, all... all..."
Nangong Mo remained unmoved, his voice cold as usual: "All what?"
The secretary’s teeth were chattering: "Were beaten to a pulp, sent to the police station..."
Nangong Mo snorted coldly, not even lifting his head: "Useless, serves them right."
The secretary took a deep breath and with difficulty expressed what chilled his bones the most: "Not only that, Master Si, I had already smoothed relations to get them released. But news just came in, not long after they were out, they all ended up dead in the streets!"
Nangong Mo finally lifted his head, his deep blue eyes showing a hint of gloom: "Who did it?"