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

Finally, the bell rang throughout the campus, signaling the end of evening self-study.

The lifeless classroom instantly came alive.

Wang Hao suddenly stood up, grabbed the trendy brand jacket with a big logo on the table, and slung it over his shoulder.

The four boys sitting around him immediately stood up as well.

The five of them headed straight for the back of the classroom with great momentum.

Yang Guang had just stuffed a brand-new physics book into his shoulder bag when Wang Hao kicked the empty chair in front of him.

The students who hadn't left yet all stopped moving, and dozens of eyes turned to the back of the classroom.

This is going to be interesting.

Wang Hao placed his hands on Yang Guang's desk, looking down at Yang Guang: "Yang Guang, I'll be waiting for you at the back gate of the school!"

Yang Guang lifted the strap of his shoulder bag and stood up straight abruptly.

His face instantly lit up with an incredibly enthusiastic smile: "Squad leader, you're so polite! Making such a big fuss to welcome me over a meal?"

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Let's hurry."

"I only had two bowls of free soup at noon, and my stomach was already empty."

"What should we eat tonight?"

"I don't ask for much, the seafood buffet that just opened off campus is pretty good."

"If all else fails, I can make do with barbecue at a street food stall."

Yang Guang showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he seemed eager to rush to the dining table.

Wang Hao felt a sharp pain in his chest, and almost fainted.

This mentally ill person really can't understand human speech!

He gritted his teeth and said, "You'll see when you get there!"

Wang Hao snorted coldly and, with his four henchmen, swaggered out of the back door of the classroom.

The students in the class immediately erupted in an uproar.

The boy in the front row picked up his backpack and ran outside.

"Quick, quick, let's get a good spot at the back door."

"Yang Guang is definitely going to be beaten to a pulp and end up in the hospital today!"

"This idiot is still thinking about eating kidneys. He'll be in big trouble if they get smashed."

Yang Guang ignored these discussions.

He slung the tattered bag across his shoulder, in an extremely cheerful mood.

Just as he was about to stride into the banquet, Yu Zixin quickly walked over from the front row.

She stretched out her hands, blocking Yang Guang's way: "Yang Guang, you can't go!"

Yu Zixin frowned, her fair face filled with anxiety: "Wang Hao didn't actually want to invite you to dinner!"

"Going there now will only get you beaten up!"

"Come with me through the main entrance."

"My house is nearby, you can go to my house and hide there for a while, and then go back after they disperse."

The boys who hadn't left yet stared wide-eyed at the sight.

The flames of jealousy burned fiercely in the classroom.

She's the school's undisputed aloof beauty!

She usually wouldn't even glance at the gifts that rich kids would give her, which cost thousands of dollars. But now she's actually inviting this crazy scavenger to her house.

Why should I?!

Yang Guang stopped in his tracks.

His gaze fell on Yu Zixin's face, which was full of worry.

The old squad leader's daughter is indeed a kind-hearted person; it was worth the effort I put in last night to pay off her family's debts.

but.

Obstructing the Celestial Master from accumulating merit is tantamount to murder for money!

Whether we can close the third deal depends on tonight.

After all, if business doesn't come to you, can't you take the initiative to find customers?

Yang Guang shoved his bag over his shoulder and said casually, "My dear daughter, I can handle this little thing. Don't worry."

Yu Zixin froze on the spot, her fair cheeks flushing red from the tip of her nose all the way down to her neck: "Go to hell!"

I'm ignoring you!

Watching Yu Zixin's departing figure, Yang Guang curled his lip: "She has such a bad temper. I wonder which unlucky guy will dare to marry her in the future."

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and left, whistling loudly.

He swaggered out of the school's back gate.

A gentle evening breeze swept by.

On the dilapidated old street outside the school's back gate, all the old ladies who usually set up stalls to sell rice noodle sausages have disappeared.

A large, dark mass of people were standing across the street.

Wang Hao stood at the very front.

He was wearing an open jacket with an exaggerated English logo, and he was carrying a solid baseball bat that was half a meter long.

One end of the stick dragged along the asphalt road, making a screeching sound.

Five energetic young men followed behind Wang Hao.

They all had brightly colored hair, some were holding batons, and others were tossing lighters around.

They were all arrogant and haughty to the extreme.

Dozens of senior high school students who hadn't left were hiding on both sides of the street corner, all craning their necks to look this way.

Yang Guang stopped in his tracks.

He looked around.

It was completely empty; there wasn't even a folding table in sight, let alone a barbecue grill or a seafood feast.

Yang Guang's face fell instantly.

fraud!

These days, even rich kids can't pay for a meal!

He was very dissatisfied.

His gaze swept casually forward.

When Yang Guang's gaze swept over Wang Hao, he stopped moving.

Wang Hao's outfit today was indeed quite flashy, but what attracted Yang Guang's attention was not Wang Hao at all, but the thing standing directly behind Wang Hao.

To be precise, it was a female ghost wearing a pure white dress and with disheveled hair!

The female ghost's dress was covered with large patches of dark red blood from her chest down.

Thick, black blood was still dripping from the edge.

The drop of blood hit the road and disappeared instantly, leaving not even a mark.

The woman's heels were completely suspended in the air, two inches off the ground.

She was pressed tightly against Wang Hao's back from behind.

Two pale, bluish arms crossed Wang Hao's shoulders, and ten fingers with long black nails were slowly tightening their grip on Wang Hao's throat.

A dense, almost black, tangible yin energy flowed down the woman's arm and continuously seeped into Wang Hao's seven orifices.

Holy crap?

A veteran, vengeful ghost!

He's definitely a big client!

Yang Guang stood on this side of the road, took his right hand out of his pocket, and slapped his thigh hard.

"Ugh!"

"What a pity!"

Yang Guang shook his head repeatedly, his face full of heartache and indignation: "So young, and so good-looking, how could he have to die so young?"

This resentment is so intense, he must have died a horrible death.

To die in the prime of one's life is such a waste.

These words were spoken.

Yang Guang's clear voice echoed through the empty old street.

Wang Hao, on the other side, was stunned.

The baseball bat in his hand stopped in mid-air.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at Yang Guang, his brain frantically processing the information in those words.

So young?

Good-looking?

Short-lived ghost?

Wang Hao automatically attached all these labels to himself.

The person in the first sentence was praising his good looks, while the person in the second sentence was definitely cursing him to die!

A surge of rage instantly welled up in Wang Hao's chest.

"Yang Guang!"

Wang Hao pointed his baseball bat directly at Yang Guang's nose and roared, "Don't think that just because you're backing down now and praising my looks, I'll forgive you!"

"My good looks are universally acknowledged throughout the school. Do I need a ragpicker like you to flatter me?"

"You dare to curse me to die young?"

Wang Hao took a sharp step forward, swinging the stick twice in the air, creating a whooshing sound.

"You're definitely going to die young today!"

Wang Hao gritted his teeth, spitting as he said, "If you know what's good for you, you'd better stay away from Yu Zixin from now on!"

"Yu Zixin is a swan, how dare you, a toad, covet her?"