Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 169 Engagement! Jiang Lang, you must be my son-in-law, Bai Heng's son-in-law!

"Beep beep beep beep!"

This was the first time in nearly a month that Jiang Lang had been woken up by an alarm clock.

He stretched comfortably, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease.

But the next moment, he seemed to realize something, and his body suddenly stiffened.

He hurriedly sat up and looked around.

But all I could see were empty hospital rooms.

Jiang Lang:

An indescribable feeling welled up in my heart.

It felt like a sense of loss.

It sounds like worry.

It's also like a liberation.

He didn't know what to say, and sat there in a daze for a long time before noticing a sticky note on the headboard.

Upon peeling it off, one could see that it bore Gu Manzhi's handwriting.

[Brother! Thank you for letting me spend the happiest days of my life. Let's break up, whether I can come back or not. You should be you, and shouldn't be changed by anyone, especially me! I loved you—Manzhi!]

Jiang Lang: "————"

He paused for a moment, then smiled and carefully folded the sticky note and put it in his inner pocket.

He walked quickly to the bathroom, washed up, and then left the ward.

Time to get down to business.

Laboratory building.

The sixth floor.

After washing up in the break room, Xu Yanzhi, sporting dark circles under her eyes, went to the teaching and research office, went downstairs to pick up a takeout order, and randomly found a workstation to start eating.

As they were rummaging through the latrine, they heard Jiang Lang's voice coming from the side.

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"Huh? Kui, why are you starting to live like a normal person today?"

"We'll go collect the cells later—"

Xu Yan replied listlessly, then suddenly sensed something was off: "You can talk?"

Jiang Lang was stunned for a moment: "Damn, I was mute before?"

Xu Yanzhi put down her spoon and looked at him strangely: "Is there a big difference between you and a mute? You always have a miserable face, as if saying even one more word would be exhausting."

Jiang Lang: "————"

He grinned and couldn't help but ask, "Really?"

Xu Yanzhi retorted, "Don't you know the truth yourself? I'm just wondering, my sister spends all day staring out the window in a daze, and you're doing the same thing as Yu Yu, have you two broken up?"

Jiang Lang: "————"

Xu Yanzhi suddenly realized she was being a bit nosy and quickly waved her hand: "I'm not interested in your lovey-dovey stuff. Judging from your expression, you've probably gotten back together. Just don't let it affect your work."

talking.

After finishing the last sip of soup, he picked up the plastic bag and went to throw away the trash.

Jiang Lang: "

Thinking about it carefully, I realize that I wasn't in a good state of mind recently.

never mind!

I'm not going to think about these things yet; I'll write a few versions of the lesson plan first.

He didn't consider himself a teacher, but after cooperating with Ghost Eye's teaching for a while, he actually started to catch up with Ghost Eye's way of thinking.

A few days ago, Ghost Eye suggested that he write some lesson plans, but he has no ideas.

I don't know what happened today, but suddenly I was overflowing with inspiration, and one idea after another kept popping up.

The empty research room was filled with the sound of rapid keystrokes.

It went on without stopping from morning until noon.

Xu Yanzhi looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He was making a lot of noise when I picked up my takeout this morning.

I'm about to pick up my lunch delivery, and he's still making noise.

When a writer is in a good mood, they can really write from morning till night, right?

Judging from the speed at which he types, he must have typed at least 20,000 words, right?

This is really weird!

He scratched his head, left the teaching and research office, and headed towards the elevator.

As soon as I stepped outside, a thick arm pulled me aside and covered my mouth.

"Waaah? Old Zhou?"

Xu Yanzhi was somewhat confused, discovering that not only was Ghost Eye outside the door, but Bai Zhaoli and several martial arts students were also acting suspiciously outside.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Ghost Eyes gestured for silence before lowering his voice to ask, "What's wrong with this guy today? Why is he suddenly acting like he's on steroids?"

"I don't know!"

Xu Yanzhi looked confused, then turned to Bai Zhaoli: "Sis, I haven't asked you two yet? You two haven't been acting right lately. He's been looking gloomy and absent-minded all the time, like he's carrying a huge debt. Did you two break up quietly?"

Bai Zhaoli choked for a moment, then turned her head away: "No."

Ghost Eyes was getting annoyed: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me what's wrong with him, why is he so excited?"

Xu Yanzhi scratched his head: "I really don't know, maybe my sister got back together with him?"

He suddenly stopped, because he felt that Bai Zhaoli's condition was no different from a few days ago.

He still lacked his usual radiant spirit.

He choked for a moment: "Sis! You didn't get back together with him, so he got picked up by another woman?"

Bai Zhaoli's expression turned somewhat unnatural, and she shoved him towards the elevator: "Go get your takeout! Stop scrolling through your phone all day, you're always looking at that nonsense!"

Seeing this, Ghost Eye and the other martial arts performers became less willing to participate in the conversation and quickly found excuses to disperse.

"I suddenly remembered that my girlfriend's dentures are in my mouth. I'll go to the bathroom to look for them."

"I haven't finished the ninety-nine backflips that Teacher Su assigned me."

"I'm going to give the pothos on the balcony a massage."

The crowd dispersed in a commotion.

Bai Zhaoli stood there for a while, and she could guess the reason for Jiang Lang's change in mental state.

After all, yesterday's phone call wasn't for nothing.

But she really didn't expect that Jiang Lang's work performance would improve after Gu Manzhi "left".

Shouldn't you be completely devastated after a breakup?

So what exactly is the feeling between the two of them?

No, no!

What does this have to do with me?

Bai Zhaoli quickly shook her head, swiftly banishing this question that had nothing to do with her from her mind.

She rubbed her cheeks, then casually walked behind Jiang Lang, feigning surprise, and said, "Oh, you're actually writing lesson plans?"

"hold head high!"

Jiang Lang's hands didn't stop moving at all: "You review it later. Delete anything you don't understand, and then revise it again for me."

Bai Zhaoli: "Oh————"

She shook her head and sat down at her workstation.

For some reason, even though it was something completely unrelated, she found herself somewhat distracted, sitting in front of the screen for twenty minutes without opening a single file.

The teaching and research office quickly became lively.

During this period, martial arts performers often train until midnight, so they have adjusted their schedules to wake up around noon.

We grabbed a quick lunch, then reviewed our training results from the previous night and prepared for the next round of training.

Time quickly came to one o'clock.

Normally, everyone would be here by now.

Ghost Eye stood up and looked around: "Wait a minute! Where are Wu Lie and Feng Ling?"

Zhang Qiqi thought for a moment: "It seems like those two went drinking last night, they're probably still asleep!"

"drink wine!?"

Ghost Eyes grumbled a bit, but didn't say anything, yawned, and sat down.

Jiang Lang seemed to be deep in thought; he could roughly guess why Wu Lie and Feng Ling were drinking.

The invitational tournament allows only five martial arts performers from each research group to participate. Since there are six members in our research group, one person must be a substitute, and that substitute is Feng Ling.

Although the research team still provided Feng Ling with the resources and training of a key player, Feng Ling also worked very hard.

However, this kid's mentality has obviously become a problem, and he has started to fall behind significantly recently. He used to be not much different from Zhang Qiqi, who was in fifth place, but after a few days of special training, he has clearly fallen behind.

Wu Lie is rough around the edges but actually quite shrewd. Yesterday's drinking session was probably to help him with psychological counseling.

There shouldn't be any major problems.

Just as the thought crossed Jiang Lang's mind, he heard a series of hurried footsteps.

"Something terrible has happened!"

Wu Lie burst in, panting: "Feng Ling dropped out of school!"

"What?"

Ghost Eyes immediately reacted: "A martial arts student who drops out of school is supposed to return the school's resources. Where would he get so much money?"

Wu Lie was covered in sweat: "I don't know either. When I came over just now, I saw him go straight to the school administration office, and another person carrying a big bag followed him in. When he came out, he had his certificate of attendance. When I questioned him, that person kicked me."

Ghost Eyes trembled with rage: "Damn it! That bastard!"

Immediately, the entire teaching and research office was filled with curses.

"No!? What does Feng Ling mean?"

"Our research group treated Wusheng so well, and he defected after learning everything?"

"The resources are returned to the school, but they're not going to give us any explanation at all?"

"The instructors and senior students helped him so much, and he just ran away because he had a mental breakdown? What a useless piece of trash!"

"Damn it! Who's blind enough to hire such a useless, ungrateful wretch?"

The group of martial arts performers were on the verge of breaking down.

They could all guess who had helped Feng Ling get a refund.

Because there are many people poaching martial arts students during this period, since not every research group has good students, and the invitational tournament is registered in the form of research groups, while the background checks for martial arts students are done separately, there is room for poaching by renting out students.

After all, most martial arts students in schools are students without official student status who are temporarily enrolled.

But the problem is—

Wu Lie was utterly baffled: "I just don't understand, where could this guy possibly go! Only the champion of the invitational tournament gets a reward. He won't get any benefits if he goes to a lousy research group. The good research groups don't need a half-baked guy like him."

"I know."

Bai Zhaoli suddenly spoke up: "I saw a news article yesterday, I'll share it in the group for you guys to see."

A new link quickly appeared in the group.

Jiang Lang clicked on it, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Bai Zhaoli pursed her lips: "This guy named Xuanyuan Jisheng is a professor at a university in the Northwest. His research group has just been established and he doesn't have any martial arts students under him, but he signed up for this invitational tournament."

A few days ago, I posted something claiming to have the Midas touch, saying that I could easily win an invitational tournament by simply recruiting a few martial arts students of average talent.

Wu Lie was furious: "So that idiot Feng Ling actually believed it?"

Bai Zhaoli was silent for a moment: "Wu Lie, do you remember that time a few days ago when you almost crashed at the Linqi underground boxing ring?"

"I remember, that kid was pretty weird, I almost—"

"That person is the martial arts student that Xuanyuan Jisheng just accepted. He was expelled from our school half a month ago because his strength did not meet the requirements."

,

Wu Lie was stunned.

Everyone: "Hiss—"

He was expelled for failing to meet the required standards, and in just half a month, he almost caused Wu Lie's downfall!

What's going on?

Wu Lie's facial muscles twitched: "Back then, the special training hadn't even taken effect yet, but now I can pin him to the ground and beat him up!"

A moment of silence fell over everyone.

It wasn't that they doubted Wu Lie, because the recent special training had indeed been very effective.

The problem is that the person was originally just cannon fodder at the bottom, and even after a period of training, they still have this effect.

What about Feng Ling?

The atmosphere seemed a bit off.

Jiang Lang smiled and said, "Don't think about these things. A person without the heart of a strong person will still be trash even if their stats are maxed out."

I don't want to comment on Feng Ling's character.

But you've all seen his mindset during cultivation: pride in victory and discouragement in defeat. This kind of person will never be able to eat four dishes in his entire life.

Just beat him badly in the invitational tournament.

What's there to hesitate about!

After a few words, the somewhat dull atmosphere became lively again.

Wu Lie couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva: "That's right! If we meet at the invitational tournament, I'll beat him to a pulp!"

"Once a giant baby, always a giant baby. What a piece of trash, wasting my money on drinks!"

The others echoed their sentiments, all filled with fighting spirit.

Jiang Lang glanced at the screen again, genuinely curious about this Xuan Yuan Ji Sheng.

He sat back down in his seat and couldn't help but lower his voice to ask, "Could you ask Xiao Jiu to look into this person?"

Bai Zhaoli raised her eyebrows: "What? Are you scared?"

Jiang Lang scoffed, "Me? Afraid of him? I'd beat the shit out of him! I'm just curious, what kind of background does such an amazing person have?"

"Then I'll have Xiao Jiu check it out."

Bai Zhaoli was somewhat dazed; she vaguely felt that Jiang Lang seemed to have come back to life.

Moreover, compared to the Mo Li she remembered, he seemed to have a different feel to him.

What you just said was still a bit...

Ah!

It's remarkable.

He has the air of a leader.

But that's about it.

It's nothing special.

Correct.

That's it.

Bai Zhaoli shook her head, preparing to send a message to Xiao Jiu.

But just then, my phone rang.

To be precise, both her and Jiang Lang's phones rang at the same time.

The contact name on her screen is "Dad".

Jiang Lang's screen label reads "Dad".

this----

The two of them answered their respective phones.

"Hey! Zhaoli, come home for dinner tonight. We're finalizing your marriage with Alang today."

"Hey! Lang, when we get home later, let's go to the Jie Shuai's house for dinner as a family, and while we're at it, we'll finalize your marriage with Zhao Li."

Bai Zhaoli: "???"

Jiang Lang: "————"

Bai Zhaoli was barely holding back, her teeth clenched: "Dad! Didn't I say we shouldn't rush this?"

"Why are you so shy, kid? You're being so hesitant, I, as your father, have to push you a little harder."

Bai Heng smiled, yet it was unclear whether he was feigning authority or genuinely stern: "This is an announcement, not a discussion!"

Bai Zhaoli: "???"

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