Classes are suspended.
The lives of students are more important than anything else, especially since the deceased is the nephew of the Martial Arts Association's vice president's wife.
No matter the era, having connections always makes things easier...
On top of that, Wei Hua himself isn't one of those spoiled rich second-generation types but a truly talented reserve martial artist. If he hadn't died, becoming a martial artist in the future was almost inevitable, and the only unknown would be how far he could go!
His death naturally draws more attention than those of ordinary people.
It's said that even the City Lord of Qingzhou City has heard of this incident and sent skilled experts from the Criminal Investigation Department to help capture the demon beast.
As for what happens next...
It has little to do with Xu Lingjun now.
He returned home together with Wang Qingya.
Wang Qingya tiredly removed her jacket, and her pure white tight-fitting cashmere sweater outlined her captivating and charming figure.
The bulging chest made Xu Lingjun unable to help but steal a glance...
Ever since Wang Qingya teased him that one time, he found it hard to face this part of her.
She had straightforwardly told him that this was his in the future.
What man could remain calm after hearing such words?
Wang Qingya lazily stretched, slipped on house slippers, took porcupine meat from the fridge to defrost in the kitchen, and asked Xu Lingjun, "Classes are suspended. Xiaojun, what are your plans for the next few days?"
Xu Lingjun replied, "Just going out for a stroll."
"Going out to do good deeds again?"
Wang Qingya gave Xu Lingjun a peculiar look and said, "Your hobby... is quite unique."
Xu Lingjun joked, "I want to be a defender of justice, you know."
Wang Qingya couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She didn't say much more.
Since they lived together, Xu Lingjun's actions naturally could not be hidden from her.
Especially considering that for Wang Qingya, Xu Lingjun had been an orphan from a young age while she was busy with her studies, leaving her no time to care for him. It was already miraculous that he grew up without going astray. Although his hobby of helping others was a bit peculiar, their family was wealthy, and as long as nothing went wrong, all the money would eventually belong to Xu Lingjun, so he could afford to do good deeds.
"By the way, you're already at the Body Tempering Ninth Rank, right?"
Wang Qingya put on an apron and started washing the vegetables.
Xu Lingjun nodded.
"That's impressive. The Dragon Gate Examination is coming up soon. Do you need any kind of martial skill or heavenly materials and earthly treasures?"
Wang Qingya didn't turn back, rinsing the rice and saying, "My dad heard you've reached the Body Tempering Ninth Rank and is particularly happy for you, saying he wants to buy some elixirs or spirit liquid to help you, giving you more confidence to join the Four Great Martial Mansions. It's just that neither of us understands the Martial Tao, so we wanted to ask what you needed."
Xu Lingjun asked in surprise, "Didn't we bet that you would support me with all your strength only after I got into the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion?"
"That was only meant to motivate you back then."
Wang Qingya glanced back at Xu Lingjun with a smile and said, "We're family after all, no need to draw lines. You should know that if you hadn't been adamant about refusing our support before, we wouldn't have let you work so hard outside... My dad has always treated you like his own son, even better than he treats me. Plus, with you being well-fed and clothed all these years, he feels assured letting you live here alone."
"I understand what you mean, Sister Yaya."
Xu Lingjun naturally understood Wang Qingya's intentions.
Previously, with his mediocrity, the hope of becoming a high-tier martial artist was extremely slim, and the cost of supporting a martial artist would be a financial burden even for Old Wang, especially since it seemed like throwing money down the drain.
In comparison, Old Wang hoped he would give up on the illusory martial dreams, inherit his business, give him grandchildren, and let him enjoy his later years.
But now...
Since he had a chance, even if it was just a chance, it was enough to thrill him.
"As for the bet."
Wang Qingya prepared the ingredients, put the porridge on to cook, and then sat down beside Xu Lingjun, asking, "Do you like it?"
Xu Lingjun helplessly said, "Sister Yaya, stop teasing me already."
Wang Qingya smiled, gently ruffled Xu Lingjun's hair, and laughed, "My little Jun has grown up and has started to be interested in Sister Yaya's body."
Xu Lingjun: "..................."
Then Wang Qingya smiled, her expression gradually becoming serious, and she looked down slightly, saying, "Xiaojun, I think you should see a doctor."
"This is just a side effect of my cultivation technique causing an overflow of blood qi."
Xu Lingjun instinctively didn't want to discuss this topic.
He felt a sudden thud in his heart and asked, "Uncle Wang said he wanted to help me, right?"
"Yes, just contact him directly for whatever you need."
Xu Lingjun took his phone and immediately dialed Old Wang's number.
Soon after...
A hearty laugh was heard, "Xiaojun, you finally remembered your Father Wang, haven't called me in over ten days. You used to call me every so often before your Sister Yaya came, but afterward, nothing at all, got so engrossed, have you?"
Wang Qingya spat out a laugh.
She turned to the kitchen, closed the door, obviously not wanting to listen to the conversation between the two.
On the other side, Old Wang's voice became earnest, "Remember Xiaojun, I only have one daughter. Although she is indeed very pretty and well-built, I know you young people can be a bit excessive, but take care of yourself. I've been down this road before, and I don't want you at just thirty or forty to end up like me."
Xu Lingjun speechlessly said, "Uncle Wang, what nonsense are you talking?"
He figured out why Sister Yaya didn't want to listen to this.
Old Wang laughed, "Pretend all you want, kid. I bet you've seen the stuff I sent over for your Sister Yaya. How is it, useful? Just remember not to cause any trouble. I want a grandchild but not an unwed pregnancy with my daughter… got it?"
Xu Lingjun: "Uncle Wang, I'm calling to discuss the sponsorship."
"Good kid, finally not being polite with your Old Man Wang, good son, love you, tell me what you need, you've got my only treasure daughter, so don't hesitate with anything else."
Old Wang sighed, "Your mom left early, or you wouldn't be so distant with me. But you should know how I feel about you, so don't be shy about what you want."
Xu Lingjun asked, "Uncle Wang, how many people are there in your company?"
"A scattered collective of over eight thousand."
"That many?"
Old Wang laughed heartily, "Of course, you're the Crown Prince of over eight thousand people. Just thinking about building an industry for our little Jun gets me fired up; we've developed quite well over the years."
"Uncle Wang, I have something I need your help with."
"Speak."
"Um..."
Xu Lingjun pondered for a moment and said, "I'll send you some blueprints later. Could you follow my designs to make them, and then distribute them to your employees? There will also be some instructions attached... Please explain these to the employees as well so they know what it is."
"What?"
Old Wang was puzzled this time.
He asked confusedly, "You don't need any elixirs or heavenly materials and earthly treasures?"
"No, I don't need them."
"This request is a bit unusual, huh."
"Uncle Wang, please help me out."
"Call me 'Dad'."
Xu Lingjun: "..................."
Destiny, huh?
Just now someone was calling me daddy, and now I have to bow down and call someone else dad.
But thinking about the eight thousand people... it took Xu Lingjun a huge effort to get Infinite Justice Mecha known in his class today.
At this rate.
Even if I work hard for a year, it won't match one word from Uncle Wang.
If my estimation is right, maybe I can create something that doesn't exist in this world yet.
Thinking about it, Xu Lingjun hesitated for a moment but still called out, "Father Wang."
"Ah... good son, leave it to your Father Wang."
On the other side, Old Wang's voice immediately turned cheerful.
Wang Qingya came over, leaned in by the receiver, and said, "Dad, Xiaojun is calling you a turtle bastard."
Old Wang was livid, "Nonsense, I know my son, you think he's like you? Besides, don't meddle in father-son matters, Xiaojun, you might need to manage your wife more."
Wang Qingya hummed, got up, and walked away, ignoring her biological stepfather.
Xu Lingjun instinctively took a breath.
Just now, when Wang Qingya leaned over, their cheeks were so close, and her captivating scent and breath made his heart flutter.
He said helplessly, "Sister Yaya, you used my toothpaste and shampoo again."