Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

At this moment.

Zhou Fengliu rushed back to his residence, where he was also reflecting on his battle with Lu Jin. However, his thoughts were completely different from Lu Jin's.

He felt that he did not yet have the right to be arrogant.

Although the battle just now seemed evenly matched, Lu Jin actually didn't use much of his power at all, simply bombarding him with the Five Thunder Talisman. You should know that, according to the old celestial master, Lu Jin's use of the talisman was completely ineffective.

Although he held back some of his strength, he couldn't guarantee that he could defeat Lu Jin unscathed in a life-or-death battle.

"I still need to build up my strength," Zhou Fengliu thought to himself.

...

The next day.

Before the semi-finals.

The members of Na Du Tong gathered in front of the competition venue. Feng Baobao yawned and looked rather listless.

"Sister Bao'er? Didn't you sleep well tonight?" Zhang Chulan noticed and asked.

"I didn't sleep well, I didn't sleep at all..." Feng Baobao slapped her forehead:

"We originally planned to bury Zhang Lingyu alive, but who would have thought that Zhang Lingyu was so heavily guarded... people were constantly coming and going, so we couldn't find an opportunity to make a move."

“... Zhang Chulan.”

"..." Zhou Fengliu.

"Fine, Sister Bao'er, you really want to take down the only heir of the Celestial Master's Mansion?" Zhang Chulan sighed, feeling inexplicably fortunate. If Feng Baobao had really succeeded today, the Celestial Master's Mansion would probably have dug three feet into the ground to find Zhang Lingyu.

Just as Zhang Chulan was sighing, Zhang Lingyu, the protagonist who had escaped death last night, also appeared in everyone's sight.

Zhang Lingyu glanced at Zhou Fengliu first, then recalled the scene of Zhou Fengliu's verbal sparring yesterday, and decided not to talk to Zhou Fengliu before entering the venue.

"The first match is between Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan."

"Contestants, please enter the arena immediately upon hearing your name called!"

At the referee's call, Zhang Chulan looked at Feng Baobao and instructed her, "Sister Baobao, you must act convincingly in a moment. We must play it safe."

"Okay, don't worry, my acting is incredibly realistic!" Feng Baobao said seriously, and then gave herself a thumbs up to indicate that her acting was top-notch.

"Then I'm relieved." Zhang Chulan nodded, then led Feng Baobao into the competition venue.

...

"Is this some kind of civil war within the All-Tong region?"

"Seems to be..."

"What was Zhang Bilian's opponent's name again? Feng... Feng Baobao, right? Was he strong?"

"I haven't paid much attention, but anyone who makes it to the semifinals must be quite skilled. Since it's the semifinals, every match should be exciting."

As the audience was discussing this, they saw Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao enter.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, his expression slightly tense. This competition was different from his previous shameless contests; today, he was openly putting on a show against Feng Baobao.

If he doesn't perform well, he'll probably get mobbed and kicked by the audience.

"Come on, Bao'er..."

"Ah."

Feng Baobao nodded, indicating that she understood, and then began her Oscar-worthy acting performance.

"Zhang Chulan! I'm going to kill you!"

"Prepare to die, Feng Baobao!"

The two delivered their lines and began an incredibly exciting duel, only to see Zhang Chulan's fist land softly on Feng Baobao's face.

The latter took a punch, his expression blank, and he even scratched his face.

"Sister Bao'er...give me some response." Seeing that Feng Baobao didn't move, Zhang Chulan whispered a reminder.

"okay."

Feng Baobao responded, and then, with extremely exaggerated acting skills, fell to the ground in slow motion, while still providing her own voiceover as she fell.

"Ouch—I've fallen."

"Zhang Chulan is so powerful, I can't beat him..." Feng Baobao fell to the ground, her head tilted and her eyes squinted, looking like she had been knocked unconscious.

"..."

"..."

The audience members present, including Zhou Fengliu, remained silent.

Zhang Chulan, watching Feng Baobao pretending to be dead and scratching her butt, felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

Is this what she meant by...good acting?

Ok.

It is indeed good.

It's obvious at a glance that it's acting!

Zhang Chulan scanned the faces of the audience and sensed a pie chart in their eyes.

Three parts speechless, three parts confused, three parts angry, and one part wondering why I even came to watch this Go8 game.

...

"Geneva, give us our money back! This match was blatantly staged! How could they possibly justify sending us all this way?"

"I swear I will not rest until I get rid of this shameless bastard! I can't take this anymore, I'm going to kill him!"

"Count me in! I want him to know why flowers are so red!"

After nearly two or three minutes of silence, the audience erupted in protest, criticizing Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao's acting skills.

"Feng Baobao versus Zhang Chulan, Zhang Chulan wins." The referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion was speechless at this point. Seeing the crowd's excitement, he spoke up again:

"By the way, everyone, no one is allowed to interfere with or affect the competition during it. After the competition ends... whatever happens on this ground is no longer our responsibility. Please do as you please."

Obviously.

Even the referee couldn't stand it anymore and started blatantly telling the audience that they could come down and beat people up after he announced the result of the match.

Upon hearing the referee's words, the audience members jumped off the stage and shouted that they wanted to beat Zhang Chulan.

"Sister Bao'er, stop pretending to be dead...run!" Zhang Chulan urged Feng Bao'er to run away as soon as he saw this.

"Huh?" Feng Baobao was woken up and ran away with Zhang Chulan, still somewhat surprised as she ran:

"Those people are amazing. How could they see through my incredibly realistic acting?"

"Heh! You have no acting skills at all!"

As Zhang Chulan ran with all his might, he criticized Feng Baobao's astonishingly bad acting skills...

...

P.S.: Here's an extra chapter for today. Thank you for the little gifts from all the godfathers~ Goodnight.

Chapter 89: A Showdown of Grudges! The Fifth Match vs. Zhang Lingyu! (First Update)

My name is Zhang Chulan!

Also known as Zhang Bilian.

Just now, my accusation of match-fixing and my staged performance were so fake that they angered the public, and now I'm being chased and attacked by a group of people.

But I'm not panicking at all!

Because their legs aren't as fast as mine!

Hehe! Climbing the senior citizen's foot massager, I feel incredibly spry! I leave them several laps behind!

...

At this moment, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but feel grateful for how correct it was to accept Zhou Fengliu's training back then. He ran every day to strengthen his physique, so much so that he wasn't flustered at all when surrounded and chased by everyone.

"Sister Bao'er... I'll be going now~ See you at the competition later, Brother Liu." Zhang Chulan quickened his pace, his voice fading into the distance.

"Oh... okay." Feng Baobao ran for a while, and then realized that everyone seemed to be chasing Zhang Chulan instead of her. So she stopped, scratched her bottom, and walked back with a blank look on her face.

instantly.

With the time for Zhou Fengliu's match against Zhang Lingyu drawing ever closer, the group chasing Zhang Chulan finally returned to the audience seats at the competition venue.

"Damn it, what's Zhang Chulan's zodiac sign? He runs faster than an ox or a horse!"

"Who says otherwise?! Let's just stop calling her Zhang Bilian and start calling her Zhang Paopao (Zhang the Runner)..."

"Forget it, the main event today isn't with Bi Lian anyway, let's just watch this one! True Master Lingyu versus the God of War... just thinking about it makes me want to watch it!"

"Do you think the God of War will slap Master Lingyu during today's confrontation?"

"Well... it's hard to say. After all, this is the territory of the Celestial Master's Mansion..."

While everyone was discussing, Zhang Chulan sneaked back. He had a black cloth tied around his head, revealing only his eyes; the rest of his face was completely covered. He first went to Xu San and Xu Si's side, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the competition hadn't started yet.