After the proposal, the Valkyrie came to the door

"Hey, Anliang, hanging things out to dry so early?"

"Yes, the weather is nice today, it's a good time to change the sheets and clothes and wash them..."

An Liang coughed lightly and answered with a normal expression, but then placed the white silk maid outfit in his hand in a blind spot where Xiao Shi couldn't see him.

Clearly, he didn't wash the sheets because the weather was nice, but because he had no choice but to change them.

But Anliang also has something to say about this...

He really didn't do anything too intense last night; he was just giving Alicia a massage.

Although Miss Pink Fairy overcame her psychological weakness and was not so easily ashamed, her willpower could not ultimately make up for her physical weakness.

Having little practical experience and a low tolerance for massage, Alicia only lasted a few minutes before succumbing to Anliang's massage. Her body turned hot and red, as if she had just finished intense exercise, and she sweated profusely, soaking the sheets.

To be honest, Anliang never expected Alicia to react so intensely, as if she had just experienced a passionate and intimate encounter.

However, his massage skills, honed through countless reincarnations, might be a bit too advanced...

After hanging up the clothes and sheets, Anliang lowered his head and looked at his nimble and strong fingers, his expression somewhat subtle.

Because the massage recipients in the past were Kiana and the others, and the physical condition of the Herrscher and Valkyries is far beyond that of ordinary people, the massage techniques that can make Kiana and the others feel comfortable would have an effect that would be too exaggerated for ordinary people!

Judging from Alicia's performance last night, Anliang almost thought he had computer parts on his hands!

"Next time, try to be gentler, or change the full-body massage to a partial massage. Otherwise, it's a hassle to keep changing the sheets."

An Liang shrugged, thinking of Alicia, who was still resting in his room with a weak body. He then walked to the edge of the rooftop, grabbed the railing, and nimbly flipped over to cross it.

His body, which had leaped into the air, immediately plummeted due to gravity, but An Liang remained completely calm.

As he passed the second floor, he grabbed the edge of the protruding wall to slow down, and then landed firmly on the ground.

"Done! Going downstairs this way is faster!"

Anliang clapped his hands and smiled slightly at Xiaoshi, who was not far away.

"You're pretty good. I feel like you'd be a pro at parkour too..."

Xiao Shi gave An Liang a thumbs up and gestured to show the distance between the villa's rooftop and the ground. "Speaking of which, it's only three stories high. You could probably jump down without any other moves, right?"

"It's not a big problem, but you have to roll over to lose momentum, which can easily get your clothes dirty."

An Liang said somewhat helplessly, "I still have to go to work. In fact, I jumped down to save time."

Unfortunately, I had to wash clothes and bed sheets this morning, which made me go to work later than usual.

To avoid having his wages docked by the duck, he had no choice but to take an unconventional approach.

"I see. Well then, I won't keep you any longer. See you later."

"Well, see you later!"

Anliang said goodbye to Xiaoshi and then quickly left the Golden Courtyard.

Xiao Shi watched An Liang's hurried figure disappear into the distance, crossed her arms over her flat chest, and sighed in a rather old-fashioned manner.

"Even though Sister Aili is so rich, she still has to work and torture herself. I really don't understand young people these days!"

If she were An Liang, she would probably have taken Alicia on a carefree trip around the world, just like she is now taking the old man on a trip.

Life is short, so seize the day!

However, everyone has different personalities and ideas. Who knows, Anliang might prefer the mundane and boring life of a corporate slave?

Xiao Shi blinked his crimson eyes, his expression thoughtful.

There are many shortcuts in this world, but martial arts are not among them... Kung Fu is something that takes time to hone!

Through long-term practice, the mind and body gradually become unified.

As the martial arts superstar who wrote "Kung Fu" into the English dictionary said, the ultimate meaning of martial arts is to faithfully express oneself... and the martial arts displayed can also reflect a person's inner self!

Xiao Shi recalled his several sparring sessions with An Liang.

Although An Liang usually avoids direct confrontation and his fighting style is cunning and treacherous, his decisive movements still reveal a hint of the bloodthirsty aura he has experienced in countless battles.

The so-called "bloodthirsty aura" does not refer to the fact that An Liang was not clean and had a bloody smell, but rather it is an almost intuitive description.

It's like seeing a broken sword unearthed from an ancient battlefield in a museum...

Through the numerous nicks in the blade and the blood rust that has become one with the sword, a scene from the past vaguely appears before one's eyes: the owner of this sword standing in a blood-soaked inferno, experiencing an extremely brutal battle.

Martial arts is the sword, and Anliang is the one who wields the sword!

In China, a place where even a slap is considered a fight, Xiao Shi doesn't know what An Liang went through in the past to have so much combat experience, but it must not have been a pleasant experience.

"I heard that Anliang was initially taken in by Sister Aili and brought to Golden Courtyard. Could it be... an old-fashioned story of a retired soldier returning to the city to woo a rich woman? Or a legendary assassin going into hiding and bidding farewell to the past?!"

"Wait, he's an artist, and it's also possible that he was the leader of a villainous organization that tried to overthrow the world, but he was disheartened after his failure and chose to fake his death to escape and start anew!"

Xiao Shi thought of some melodramatic TV drama plots, then grinned and laughed at himself.

Regardless of the circumstances, Anliang can now be considered to have retired from the life of crime. Despite his outstanding martial arts skills and excellent cooking abilities, he works a regular job every day for a meager salary, just like an ordinary person...

Although it may seem boring, Anliang probably enjoys this kind of daily life!

"Sigh, people in their daily lives crave the thrill of adventure, while those who associate with adventure yearn for the tranquility of everyday life. The minds of adults are truly complex!"

Xiao Shi finished his morning exercise and sighed somewhat listlessly.

"The old lady seems to have something on her mind lately. When asked, she won't say anything. They both seem like taciturn guys with a lot of bitterness and resentment. They're so difficult to deal with!"

Xiao Shi may act like a naughty child, but he is actually incredibly sensitive.

She hadn't seen Seele many times, yet she was still able to spot Black Seele's presence and even have a conversation with her, which was enough to prove Xiao Shi's keen perception.

In addition, Fu Hua herself is not good at hiding her feelings, and Xiao Shi was already aware of Fu Hua's abnormality.

But since Fu Hua wouldn't say anything, she couldn't force Fu Hua to speak.

"For someone as usually calm and collected as this old fogey to be so preoccupied...sigh, it's like a storm is brewing...I hope it's nothing serious!"

Xiao Shi stretched out his hand, looked at the bright sunlight in his palm, and was slightly stunned.

Her martial arts intuition told her that there seemed to be an undercurrent brewing around her, brewing a momentous storm.

But intuition is ultimately unreliable, and she didn't notice any signs.

"So, let's not worry unnecessarily!"

Xiao Shi clenched his fist in the sunlight, his worried expression vanished, and he returned to his carefree self.

There's always a way out; even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. No matter what happens in the future, at least... the sun will still rise!

P.S.: From a humble observer's perspective, this is a preview of the fierce battle that's about to unfold. Incidentally, this is also the author's blessing to himself and all readers after experiencing some things... Whether you're facing life's challenges or the college entrance exam, stay calm and just keep going! The sun will rise as usual, and hope will always exist! Keep going!

Chapter 152 Bronya: Today, my hands tremble! Today, my heart aches!

Principles Studio.

Anliang slowly pushed open the door, his steps light, not at all like he was in a hurry when he left.

Judging from his composure, most people would probably think that Anliang had successfully clocked in before the deadline...

However, the truth is that Anliang realized he was already late halfway there, so he gave up trying.

It's just a small deduction from his salary for being late, which is less than the overtime pay he would have earned on a random day before. So it's just a trade-off!

An Liang pretended to be magnanimous and thought to himself that he had obviously learned some of the essence of giving up from Qing Que.

However, if Qingque sees this, he'll definitely say that he's not skilled enough, and then boast that he's been slacking off for so long but has never failed and had his salary docked... Wait, something doesn't seem right.

Anliang's eyes flickered as he looked toward Qingque's workstation.

At this time of day, everyone should be busy at their respective workstations, but for some reason, Bronya was standing behind Bluebird like a supervisor, with Seele, her little secretary, by her side.

Judging from this, does it mean that Qingque has also failed today?!

Anliang immediately revealed a gloating... no, a look of shared misfortune, and then quietly walked over and very naturally inquired about Xier's situation.

"Xier, what are you all doing gathered here at Qingque?"

"Oh, Anliang, you're here..."

The girl seemed startled by Anliang's sudden appearance, which resembled a ninja. Then, noticing her older sister's gaze shifting towards her, she smiled and said, "Let Bronya tell you what happened."

An Liang scratched the back of his head, looking at Bronya with a guilty conscience.

The Russian female executive who acquired the Principles Studio remained expressionless, her arms crossed over the towering mountain peak, staring at him with deadpan eyes.

"Dear Zhumei, you seem to be late today!"

"Uh, I didn't want to be late either, but something came up this morning and I was delayed a bit..."

Anliang felt a sense of pressure from the big duck and awkwardly defended himself.

What could be more important than going to work in the morning that would make someone late? Could it be that the captain's fiancée has gone berserk and wants to unleash her morning fire, which is why the captain woke up late?!

Thinking of this, Bronya narrowed her light gray eyes.

Herrscher of Reason's exceptional insight led her to notice that Anliang's right earlobe was slightly red, resembling either a lip print or a teeth mark.

Such obvious marks were left behind...

Quack! Then Alicia must have pinned the captain down on the bed and used her teeth on him!

Bronya felt her hands tremble and her heart ache. Overwhelmed with emotion, she wished she could rush up to the Imaginary Tree and have a "Zajček Says" moment to correct the world back to the timeline of her pure love with the Captain.

However, Bronya is currently just an ordinary person without a Herrscher core.

She can't do anything!

Even after discovering that the captain was being intimate with another woman, Bronya could only suppress her discomfort and pretend that nothing was wrong to avoid arousing the captain's suspicion.

There's a saying in China: "If you want to make a living, you have to wear a green hat."

She'll write this down in her little notebook first. Once she's won over the captain, she'll have plenty of ways to make him pay back a thousandfold in compensation!

Bronya stopped her internal monologue and calmed herself down.

"Being late is never a good thing. I'll let you off the hook since you weren't late for long, but you're staying tonight to work overtime and catch up on the deadline... Do you understand, subordinate?!"

"Understood, thank you for sparing my life, boss."

An Liang immediately patted his chest and said in a serious tone.

To be honest, Big Duck's earlier gaze subconsciously reminded him of the time he spent with Bronya in that previous lifecycle... Back then, Bronya's emotional expression wasn't as rich as it is now, so she preferred to prove her love through actions rather than words.

And the girl would show a similar look in her eyes every time she subjected herself to unimaginable, wild exploitation.

Haha, for a moment, he almost thought that Big Duck was going to punish his late subordinates with some kind of underhanded harassment, but it turned out to be just his imagination!

However, in the end, Big Duck only lightly asked him to work overtime without even deducting his salary, which was quite unexpected. He's practically a conscientious capitalist!

Anliang breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered the important matter at hand.

"Speaking of which, Bronya, you still haven't told us why everyone's gathered here at Bluebird's."

"This is, of course, a final inspection of the finished product of Qingque, before starting the next step of game production."

Bronya pointed to the document open on Qingque's computer screen and explained.

Anliang peeked out and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Good heavens, the storylines for all the game's routes have been completely written! Qingque, you're usually so quiet, how come you're progressing so fast?!"

"It's not that fast. I had already written most of it. Even if you gave me a lot of suggestions for revision, it would only add another 50,000 to 60,000 words. It's normal for a qualified screenwriter to finish writing it in a little over half a month."

Sitting at her workstation, Qingque spoke modestly, but a hint of pride still flashed in her emerald eyes.

Although she can't compare to some prolific writers who can write 30,000 words a day, her writing speed is still much faster than some lazy authors who only write sporadically.

"That's pretty fast! I still have several CG illustrations to finish. I really envy you for finishing so early!"

Anliang raised an eyebrow at Qingque and clicked his tongue.

Unexpectedly, Qingque finished her work first. Does that mean this mahjong prodigy can now legitimately slack off?!

To everyone's surprise, Qingque's face fell as soon as the topic was brought up.

"Sigh, even though I've finished writing the game's storyline, it doesn't mean I'm done with my work... Our studio is small, so I'll be in charge of the voice acting scripts from now on."

"Boss, I think we should hire more people. I've never written a voice-over script before. What if I mess it up?"