Chapter 98: Why Don’t You Make a Fuss With Me? [Bonus Chapter for Recommendation Votes]

Si Yao called her secretary, asking her to buy some porridge, get a new phone, and replace her phone card. She then sat down to review the rough cut of the fifth episode's recording.

Bai Yu's third draft for the fifth episode was excellent.

Except for Xiao Nan’s, it was not inferior to anyone else’s.

The executive producer said timidly, “Mr. Xing called me himself and said that if we didn’t eliminate Bai Yu, he’d toss me into the sea to feed the fish. Si Yao, you know…”

Xue Yi’s various performances made it hard to believe he was a newcomer who had played Dream of the Three Kingdoms for less than half a year.

Despite Qin Hu’s skill, he couldn’t see what Cloud was doing. He could only sense a gust of wind by his ear, followed by a terrible blow to the back of his neck.

Wanhua spoke as she left, but soon returned and then, following her mother, went to Du Sanniang’s room.

Seeing she was in the perfect spot, Meng Sun Linglong rolled forward with her E skill and immediately unleashed her W skill, firing in all directions. At the same time, Cheng Pu, who had been hidden behind the line of trees near Pan Feng, revealed himself.

The male commentator kept talking nonstop as most of the audience in the stadium focused their attention on the screen, though they still managed to listen to his words.

“How are you feeling, any better?” After a while, Gu He asked tentatively.

When Chu Cloud wished to “observe the real world outside,” a clear image gradually appeared from the void before him.

She knew His Majesty doted on Consort Xue, but she never imagined his indulgence would go this far.

No wonder Most Academy built an entire city—every detail was perfectly recreated, down to the convenience stores and the items on the shelves.

If Xia You were to ask again for Ayase to fulfill that same wish, Ayase, timid as she was, might actually shyly agree this time.

The same old problem remained—the Great Song’s system had changed, its spirit had changed, but the officials it had cultivated remained the same.

She took a crystal core from her pocket and held it in her palm to replenish her steadily draining energy. Gradually, she sensed bubbles drifting outside the spatial barrier—could there be water below?

He had asked Zuo Ci before and learned that one of the Taiping Sect’s strongholds was in Laoshan in Donglai Prefecture. It was said to be the lair of the Yellow Turban uprising’s masterminds, with Master Nanhua, shamans, and Yellow Turban warriors guarding it.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, the sun was already up. Xia Xiaosong, still drowsy, burrowed back under the covers for more sleep, while Tang Beibei began preparing breakfast.

“The Underworld,” Tang Beibei blurted out. Everyone nodded; the name was just too fitting.

Sister Chen blushed. She knew well enough her mother’s temperament, but that was her own mother—what could she do?

How was he supposed to answer that? Was he smarter than them? Probably not, otherwise those two old fools would be the ones in a panic, not him.

She ignored Nanhua’s coquettish shouts, though the main screen clearly showed Moshang crushing Xia Xiaosong and the others.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ning and Li Han moved first, placing their hands on Murong Yun’s back. Silver Phoenix stomped her foot hard, then placed her hand on Lu Ning’s back. The rest, following suit, joined hands to channel an endless stream of energy to Tang Beibei.

“Uncle-Master, I admit defeat. You’re becoming more and more like my master—so stubborn!” Yun Zhen spread his hands helplessly.

Seeing that Gu Qian was unharmed, she relaxed. As she was about to leave, she heard her own name mentioned and found a place to hide and eavesdrop.

Once, they had almost fought, but in the end, the young man let her go and didn’t confront her directly.

Ye Feng’s gaze was as cold as lightning. All his power surged within him as he joined his many avatars to launch a counterattack.