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

"Bonfire party..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but think of the idiot who had told him earlier that he wanted to see his Kunkun's second brother, or more accurately, the virginity mark on his Kunkun.

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That night.

A full moon hung in the night sky, and the light from the bonfire in the open space shone more or less on the faces of each participant in the party.

As soon as Zhou Fengliu and his group arrived, they saw many familiar faces.

Not only was Zhuge Qing there, but also the Feng siblings and Zhang Lingyu... Upon seeing Zhou Fengliu appear, Zhang Lingyu snorted coldly and ignored him.

Zhou Fengliu didn't greet Zhang Lingyu. He glanced at everyone present and noticed that Wang Ye was nowhere to be seen.

...

What about Wang Ye?

Wang Ye, who was not at the bonfire party, quietly crept to the outside of the Old Master's room and paced around.

Meanwhile, the old master in the room stared into deep thought at the list of venues for the round of 16 to 8.

"Ugh, it's like... even God is against me."

As can be seen from the draw, Zhang Chulan's next opponent is Tang Wenlong, and the opponent after that is the winner of the match between Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye.

Neither Zhuge Qing nor Wang Ye are opponents that Zhang Chulan can handle.

The old master was very troubled. Just as he was fretting, he sensed Wang Ye's movements outside the door.

"Since you're already here, come on in. What are you doing wandering around so late at night..."

"Hehe..." Hearing the old master's voice, Wang Ye outside the door pushed open the door with a grin: "Hello, old master... you're still awake?"

"Little Wang? Why aren't you at the juniors' gathering late at night? What are you doing here at this old man's place?" The old master asked with some doubt.

“As a junior, I can’t quite fit in…” Wang Ye scratched his head and then said, “I’m here to help the old master solve his problems.”

"Oh?"

"That Zhuge Qing, Old Celestial Master, you don't need to worry about him. That kid hasn't crossed my line, has he? I'll deal with him. You'd better not do anything; it's not good for you or the reputation of the Celestial Master's Mansion..."

Wang Ye was clearly prepared; as a sorcerer, he had glimpsed a turning point in fate.

"What's wrong with you?" After listening to what Wang Ye said, the old master paused for a moment, and then did not continue to ask.

"That's enough... Don't delve any further into my affairs; it's not good for you... As for Zhuge Qing... are you confident you can handle him?"

"To be honest, I wouldn't dare to make that guarantee for Zhang Lingyu."

"Well..." Wang Ye scratched his head upon hearing this, "Since I dared to come over and greet you, then I must have something to say about it."

"How about... I give you a try, old man?"

"Um...Master, are you serious?" Wang Ye scratched his head. "Since you put it that way, then this junior will have to offend you."

After saying that, his expression changed, and he launched a sneak attack on the old master with a chop to the neck, but unfortunately the old master noticed and pushed him out the door with a palm strike.

"Young Wang, is it right for you to ambush a centenarian like me at such a young age?"

The old celestial master appeared behind Wang Ye with his hands behind his back and slowly spoke:

"Besides... even if we were to make a scene, shouldn't we do it in the courtyard first?"

As the old celestial master spoke, his right hand transformed into a claw and reached out to grab Wang Ye's neck.

Wang Ye also sensed a crisis at this moment. He suddenly used the Chaotic Golden Tuo technique to dodge the old celestial master's attack.

He used the Chaotic Golden Cudgel once, and he was panting heavily and covered in sweat, as if he had collapsed.

"?" The old master paused for a moment upon seeing this. He looked at his palm and felt a little strange.

Just a moment ago, it seemed like he lost touch with his surroundings...

"Is it magic?" the old celestial master murmured, then realized that this young Wang definitely had more than one master...

"Forget it, let's not ask anymore. Xiao Wang, you should go back to sleep too. The upcoming competitions won't be easy."

"Master, I shall take my leave now." Wang Ye respectfully escorted the Master back to his room.

He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the old master leave.

Recalling the terrifying aura he had felt when he fought the old master, he couldn't help but shudder.

This is the weight of the Celestial Master of the Zhengyi Celestial Master's Mansion...

Although the old master didn't kill him just now, but only tested him, even a single blow would definitely hurt...

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P.S.: Double update today. All is well. Goodnight and sweet dreams, my godfathers.

Chapter 68 Let's get this party started! Keep the music playing, keep the dance going! (First update)

While Wang Ye was "challenging" the old master, the bonfire party was still in full swing, with everyone continuing to play music and dance.

The crowd even started playing upbeat music, including a song called "Extraordinary Disco," and began to dance.

The sight of them shaking their heads and swaying their bodies was quite a chaotic scene, a veritable demonic dance. Luckily, the king didn't come. If he had, he probably would have wondered if he had come to the wrong place.

Those who didn't dance sat together drinking and bragging, clinking glasses until their faces were flushed and their tongues were numb.

After the song, everyone's enthusiasm soared, and Zhang Chulan, who was leading the group, even held up a bottle of wine and shouted, "Keep playing the music, keep dancing!"

"Don't stop!"

Perhaps he was drunk, or perhaps he had been suppressing his feelings for too long, but when someone tried to advise Zhang Chulan, he wouldn't listen.

"What are you saying! What kind of talk is this! You've kept this to yourself for most of your life, can't you let me enjoy myself a little?!"

...

Zhou Fengliu looked at the drunk Zhang Chulan, ready to take out his phone to record the scene at any moment.

"Big brother! Big brother..."

Just as he was preparing to record the video, Feng Xingtong, who had also drunk quite a bit, came over.

Feng Xingtong immediately transferred three thousand yuan to him, which surprised Zhou Fengliu.

"what do you mean?"

"I heard everything from Chu Lan! He fought against Lu Lao and Wang Lao from the Ten Elders with three hundred yuan... and brought him out! Little brother, I also want to buy some peace!" Feng Xingtong said he wanted some too.

If it's this cheap with 300 yuan, wouldn't it be skyrocketing with 3,000 yuan?

Listening to Feng Xingtong's words, Zhou Fengliu glanced at Zhang Chulan, who was waving his flower hand in the distance.

What has this gossip spread this time?

“I’m not your bodyguard…” Zhou Fengliu said, indicating that he could accept money, but he wasn’t someone who would just casually become a “bodyguard.”

"I know... I just want my older brother to give me a little reminder when I'm on the wrong path... to help me out."

Feng Xingtong is no simpleton either; he has a knack for sweet talk and keeps calling her "little brother" to build rapport.

Hearing this, Zhou Fengliu knew that the kid had drunk too much.

He would "temporarily" keep the money for Feng Xingtong and return it to her when she grew up.

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Who will be your opponent tomorrow?

"Ah..." Hearing Zhou Fengliu's question, Feng Xingtong thought for a moment and then replied, "It seems to be Wang Lao's great-grandson, Wang Bing..."

"Wang Bing?" Zhou Fengliu nodded upon hearing the name. "Better safe than sorry. If things get tough, just admit defeat."

"Big brother, you care about me so much? I'm touched. But don't worry, big brother, I'll borrow Brother Youfu's Pokémon for today's match..." Feng Xingtong said.

"Brother, you should have seen my family's methods, the ability to bind and command spirits... Although it may be disrespectful to Brother Youfu, the spirit within me is ultimately too weak..."

Feng Xingtong said he wasn't worried. With Deng Youfu's Uncle Liu by his side, he felt he had a great chance of winning against Wang Bing.

"Just because you have it doesn't mean others can't?" Zhou Fengliu's question stumped Feng Xingtong.

"what?"

"It's nothing... but it's better to be cautious."

“I understand…” Feng Xingtong nodded, then, as if remembering something, said:

"Is your next opponent Jia Zhengliang? That guy is amazing, even more so than the artifact master my dad hired back then..."

"He can control twelve throwing knives... Brother, you'd better be careful."

"Hmm..." Zhou Fengliu responded.

His gaze met Jia Zhengliang's, who was drinking beer alone not far away. Even before the fight started, Jia Zhengliang's gaze seemed a little strange.

...

"All eyes! Look at me!"

Inside the venue, a sudden shout caused the noisy crowd to stop chatting and turn their attention to the shout.

"Come on, Xiao Liang! Give us something to do!"

"Everyone, look carefully!"

Zhou Fengliu looked over and saw a red-haired man who was also drunk. He was holding a one-yuan lighter and showing it off to everyone. He even lit it. Then, he put the lighter to his mouth and bit it to pieces with a snap.

"Holy crap! This is awful!"

"Is this considered living?"

After being plied with alcohol by Lu Linglong's gang for half a day, Zhang Chulan saw the lighter being bitten by the other person and immediately lost his temper.

"All eyes! Look at me!"

"I'll show you what's what today!"

Zhang Chulan was encouraged by Lu Linglong's little group for a long time, and after being stimulated by the ridiculous act of biting the lighter to pieces, he stopped pretending.

The truth has come out.