He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang picked up two more pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs and tossed them over, his movements extremely natural, completely behaving like an elder feeding a younger person.

While picking at his food, he muttered, "You young people these days are so picky eaters."

"Health is the foundation of everything."

"If I don't gain some weight, how will I...?"

Yang Guang quickly swallowed back the words "find a husband".

I almost blurted it out.

Yu Zixin looked at the mountain of meat chunks piled on her plate.

The chopsticks were held in the hand.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to eat or not.

She stared at the boy across from her, his mouth greasy with food, and recalled how he had stood in her house last night, holding a yellow talisman between his fingers and lighting it in the air.

Look at him now, acting like a scoundrel over a few pieces of braised pork.

The contrast is ridiculously huge!

Which one is the real him?

Yu Zixin silently stuffed the braised pork into her mouth.

I chewed it twice.

The cafeteria lady's cooking skills were definitely better than usual today.

They ate and drank their fill.

Yang Guang picked up his plate and let out a long, satisfied burp.

"Please enjoy your meal, I'm leaving now. Remember to put your plate in the recycling bin after you leave."

Done.

He put his hands in his pockets and strolled out of the cafeteria.

In the afternoon classes, Yang Guang, as usual, slept soundly at his desk.

Anyway, given his status as the last Celestial Master, he could never change his fate by taking the college entrance exam.

Earning good deeds to pay off debts, saving money to get married and have children—that was the main theme of his life.

The bell rang to signal the end of the last class.

Yang Guang slung his faded shoulder bag over his shoulder and was the first to rush out of the school gate.

We headed straight to the funeral parlor on the edge of the old town.

Night fell.

The daytime hustle and bustle has completely subsided, and there isn't even a streetlamp on this remote street in the old town.

They relied entirely on the dim light from the street shops for illumination.

Yang Guang stood at the entrance of the courtyard and lit the two huge white lanterns. The candlelight instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness.

They covered the heads of the two stone unicorns at the entrance with red cloth before opening the two heavy wooden doors to prepare for business!

Hopefully, tonight will be fruitful.

Otherwise, when will I ever save enough money to get married?

Yang Guang sat in the armchair in the lobby, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his left leg resting directly on his right knee, his toes swinging idly.

At the same time, he dominated the King's Canyon!

Five hours passed in the blink of an eye.

The night wind swept through the courtyard, and apart from the branches of the two century-old locust trees swaying wildly, the streets of the old town outside were deserted and so quiet that not even a stray dog ​​came out to forage.

Yang Guang's head suddenly dropped down, his chin slamming heavily against his collarbone.

I was woken up by the knock.

He raised his hands, dug his ten fingers deep into his messy hair, and vigorously rubbed it into a huge bird's nest.

What the hell?

Are all the dead ghosts in Fengdu this self-aware?

That night, I closed two deals, but I haven't seen a single customer in the past few days!

Stuck on the last order.

This is even more torturous than having diarrhea and not being able to find a toilet anywhere!

Suddenly, a very loud rooster crowed in the distance.

"Ooh ooh ooh..."

Yang Guang suddenly opened his eyes and sprang up from the armchair.

He turned to look outside the door.

The sky was already turning a pale white, and the morning light from the CD player dispelled the surrounding darkness.

Its daybreak.

Business hours have ended.

"This business is unsustainable!"

Yang Guang walked out cursing and swearing, quickly blowing out the two large white lanterns at the door with his hands in front and behind.

Then they tore off the red cloth from the heads of the two stone unicorns.

He turned around and closed the door.

He slung his faded shoulder bag over his shoulder, sporting two enormous dark circles under his eyes that rivaled those of a national panda, and headed straight for the school cafeteria.

Without him.

Because the school cafeteria is cheap.

Classroom of Class 2, Grade 12.

The bell for morning self-study had just rung when Yang Guang walked to the corner of the last row and shoved his shoulder bag into the desk.

He crossed his arms on the desk and buried his head in them.

Enter sleep mode in two seconds.

The classroom front door was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang.

Wang Hao strode in.

Today he wore a trendy printed jacket covered in large English logos and a pair of brand-new limited-edition sneakers.

As soon as he stepped across the threshold, Yang Guang, who was sleeping in the back row, suddenly raised his head.

In Yang Guang's eyes, Wang Hao was practically a walking source of severe pollution.

When I saw him in the cafeteria yesterday, the black aura above his head was just hovering around the top of his head.

Let's look at it again today.

Good guy!

The black aura had become so thick that it was completely black, and it spread down a large area from the back of his neck, tightly enveloping his shoulders.

The two clusters of human yang fire that should have been burning brightly were now suppressed by the black energy, leaving only a tiny spark.

The blood-red light mixed in with the black mist had turned into a substantial dark red.

This is definitely a sign that you have been completely entangled by an extremely malevolent entity.

The King of Hell has already marked him with a red cross in the Book of Life and Death.

Yang Guang immediately buried his head back in his arms.

To hell with him.

The rules of the agency are there; I can't even take on private jobs now, let alone work for free.

The Way should not be lightly transmitted, and the Law should not be sold cheaply.

It's best to avoid getting involved in other people's karma.

Wang Hao casually tossed his designer backpack onto the desk, then turned and stared intently at the soundly sleeping figure in the last row of the classroom.

Yesterday at noon in the cafeteria, in front of all the students and Yu Zixin, I was pinned to the ground and brutally humiliated by this penniless guy.

Wang Hao clenched his ten fingers into his palm, and the knuckles made two crisp cracking sounds.

He strode over to Yang Guang's desk, raised his right hand high, slammed his palm together, and slammed it down hard on the desk surface.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang suddenly erupted in the classroom during the morning self-study session.

The students around, all holding books, stopped what they were doing, and dozens of heads turned to look at them.

Yang Guang's ears went numb from the shock.

He looked up in extreme frustration, his messy hair plastered to his forehead, and dark circles around his eyes: "What?"

"Are you trying to call back the soul so early in the morning?"

Wang Hao braced his hands on the edge of the desk, leaned forward slightly, and stared down at Yang Guang: "Yang Guang!"

"Don't you dare leave after school tonight!"

The sound was extremely loud.

It was filled with an extremely arrogant and provocative tone.

The boys who usually hung out with Wang Hao immediately stood up and eagerly moved forward.

The air in the classroom instantly dropped to freezing point.

Everyone thought that Yang Guang was definitely doomed this time.

If you anger a class monitor like Wang Hao who is rich and powerful, you're bound to get a one-sided beating.

however.

The irritation on Yang Guang's face vanished instantly, and his eyes widened suddenly, bursting with an extremely astonishing light.

He jumped up from his seat, grabbed Wang Hao's right hand which was bracing against the table, and shook it violently up and down.

"Class monitor!"

"Are you treating me to dinner again?"

The entire room fell silent.

Wang Hao and all the students around him completely lost their minds.

Yang Guang's face, adorned with dark circles under his eyes, was filled with a sincere smile: "Oh dear, look at you, how could you do this!"

"You treated me to a full-meat feast yesterday at noon, and you're going to spend money again tonight."

"You're practically a benevolent generosity descended to earth, the most touching person on the list of the top ten philanthropists at No. 3 Middle School!"

"Where should we eat tonight?"

"Is it a newly opened barbecue place or a seafood buffet outside the school?"

"Don't worry, I definitely won't eat much at lunch today. I'll save room for a big meal tonight!"