"Xiao Ao, Dai the Boss, going out to have fun now that you're on break?"
Everyone who had been cheering turned to look at Ma Hongjun in unison.
You three, with that lineup...
Where exactly were you planning to go have fun?
Ma Hongjun froze stiff. Oh no!
"Ma! Hong! Jun!" Flender roared. "You don't get a break! Come train extra with me!"
"Ah—"
"Hm? Keep talking nonsense and training starts right now!"
"Ahhh!!!"
Watching Ma Hongjun get "caught," everyone scattered with chuckles.
Di yihong politely declined Zhu Zhuqing's request for Dual Cultivation and Ning Rongrong's invitation to go shopping.
He returned to his dormitory.
He lay on the bed, resting.
In truth, his attention was on the Livestream Room, but no one had said anything.
He tapped into the group chat: Anti-Tang San Alliance (6).
Sure enough, they were flooding the chat.
"God of Phoenix": Did the streamer really forget? He still hasn't brought it up.
"God of Speed": We dropped plenty of hints along the way. How could he not have noticed?
"Nine Color Goddess": A bold guess—could the streamer have figured out that we made a private bet?
"Rakshasa God": That's not bold enough. Maybe the streamer is watching us chat right now?
"Nine Color Goddess": Huh? No way.
"Rakshasa God": The Livestream Room belongs to the streamer. It gained new functions after upgrading—how could he not have some authority?
"God of Speed":
"God of Phoenix":
"Nine Color Goddess":
Di yihong secretly nodded.
As a villain, the Rakshasa God was still pretty sharp.
The only flaw was that she had been saddled with the "love-brain" setting, hopelessly devoted to that Yu Xiaogang fellow.
A real wasted detail.
Seeing that the timing was about right.
As if he had suddenly remembered something, Di yihong sprang up and slapped