Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 93: Leaving

Class 7 didn’t even need to say anything, they just clicked the gaming link and began their losing streak.

After five rounds, the players teaming up with him silently quit the ga, wishing they could beat him up.

"Who on earth boosted you to such a high rank?!" Yang Xing cursed.

Pathetically bad!

Even worse than them!

"It was his sister," Wang Ning replied.

Yang Xing: ...

Class 7: ...

It sohow made sense.

Absolutely flawless logic.

"Speaking of Yun Yue, I know a pro in the ga who plays super slick. No matter how terribly I play, he always manages to carry !" Lin Xuanze bragged in a ssage.

Playing with a pro, he never lost, and he usually only played regular matches, never rank, unless he was playing with the pro. Naturally, his rank was high.

But this ti, he was playing ranked with Class 7.

"??? What kind of pro can possibly carry soone with such a... rank?!"

Elentary-level skills they could only bow down to.

Couldn’t beat him and especially arrogant, going to curse the opponents, tackling one versus five, feeding three kills within the first minute.

"He absolutely schools those professional players," Lin Xuanze smiled.

The people of Class 7 didn’t believe it; among casual players, they hadn’t seen anyone better than a professional, except for the pro.

And Y was indeed a retired professional player.

But it seed like Lin Xuanze didn’t know that the pro was Y, so they certainly couldn’t tell him!

They should just honestly get back to their howork. If it was his rank, they firmly decided not to join!

"Study, study, you have the confidential info, right? Only you can see it, don’t show it to Class 1 or any other classes, or I’ll tear you apart!" Yang Xing sent a domineering ssage.

The others agreed with him.

Felt like he was being cyberbullied.

"Got it, I’m not stupid," he replied with a smiley face, noticing Liu Xiaoyan had ssaged him.

Asking if Yun Yue was his sister and if he could get the confidential info from her.

He hesitated for a mont at the confidential info, then went back to Class 7.

"Liu Xiaoyan just asked if I have the confidential info."

"Damn!"

"Of course I said no!"

"I wouldn’t give it even if I had it; what is she thinking?!"

"She’s really trying to undermine us!"

"Just tell her you’re not close with the pro, that she didn’t give you any info!"

Lin Xuanze looked at his classmates—the feud seed deep!

"Understood, I definitely won’t give it to her."

This was the data his sister had painstakingly compiled; even his horoom teacher couldn’t take it away.

He left the noisy Class 7 group chat and looked at the pinned Class 1 chat, dead silent.

Now he finally understood why everyone played so well; there really was no comparison.

The night enveloped Lan City in extre quiet, devoid of honking cars, bustling crowds, or the dazzling array of lights.

Only scattered lights remained, turning the city overnight into what seed like a ghost town.

So were busy with official duties, others were anxious and frightened; so didn’t sleep at all.

The next day, Lin Xiang got up early, did yoga, then went to the kitchen to make Yun Yue so lean pork and preserved egg porridge.

By the ti she woke up, it was just the right temperature; any cooler and it would start to sll.

Yueyue carried her school bag downstairs, her eyes half-closed and tinged with a cold edge, her posture slack as if she hadn’t awakened completely, her shoulders drooping disheartedly, yet with a stubborn fierceness about her.

"Yueyue, co eat your preserved egg and lean pork porridge," Lin Xiang smiled at her, the holy clothes making her appear gentle and amicable.

The others hadn’t gotten up yet, even Liu Lanfang was accustod to sleeping in.

She pulled out a chair to sit, both hands propping on the table, stirring the porridge in her bowl.

She took a taste, found it bland, and wanted to add sugar.

Lin Xiang, holding the sugar pot, smiled, "You can only add half a spoon, okay?"

"..."

She wanted to pour all of it into her bowl.

Lin Xiang gingerly added half a spoon of sugar, then put the sugar away in the kitchen.

She ca back from the kitchen and said, "Eat up, where are you going later? Do you want to take you?"

"No need, soone will co to pick up." She bowed her head drinking her porridge.

"This card has a million in it, the PIN is six sixes. Take it and spend it. If you run into any trouble rember to call . I don’t have many skills, but I do have money. Rember to keep the family inford of your safety."

Lin Xiang looked at her, her expression complex.

Unable to understand where she was going, but since she didn’t speak of it, it wasn’t proper to pry, only to support her.

"I don’t need this money, you..."

"Take it, what if you need it? I’ll only feel at ease if you keep it." Lin Xiang forcefully stuffed it into her school bag.

Seeing she only brought so few clothes, she was startled, the weather was turning cold, surely she would feel cold wearing so little.

"Wait here, I have so new coats still with their tags at ho. Take them with you."

"..."

"Aunt Xiang, it’s not necessary. I’m just in Lan City, if I get cold, I’ll co back to get so clothes."

A coat that thick, she couldn’t fit in her bag.

"You’ll be in Lan City?" Lin Xiang was surprised, a smile gracing her features, "Well, alright, if you have ti then co back, and Auntie will make you preserved egg and lean pork porridge."

Yueyue bowed her head, not speaking.

From yesterday to today, her heart seed constantly stirred, it was a strange sensation, not unwelco, but it felt surreal.

Finishing her al, it was already nine o’clock, and they were all woken up by Lin Xiang to see her off.

She wore a mask, with a cap concealing her forehead, only a pair of eyes chilly with indifference visible.

Outside there was a car waiting, fortunately, Lin Mansion had a spacious lawn, and they escorted her to the iron gate.

"I’m going," she said faintly, her back to them as she waved and then got into the car.

They watched her leave until the car disappeared from their sight.

Lin Xiang’s eyes were sowhat moist, although not her own daughter, these days she truly treated her as her own, giving her everything good, now seeing her take such a life risk, how could she not be anxious and worried?

"Her temper is so foul, even the King of Hell wouldn’t take her, mom, rest assured, she’ll definitely co back safe," Lin Xuanze comforted her, looking at the deserted street, his gaze profound.

Zhonghai also appeared slightly complex, wondering who she had gotten that temper and personality from!

So stubborn and obstinate!

Not even ten mules could drag her back.

Liu Lanfang pursed her lips, her aged eyes deep and troubled, hoping she wouldn’t follow her grandfather’s path.

"Miss Yun, where to?" Wei Guohang’s assistant asked, looking at Yueyue, who was head down playing with her phone.

"Let’s go to his place first."

She had just received a ssage from Fei Canqing; they had already arrived in Lan City, moving equipnt and sorting out the hospital rooms and corridors.

Wei Guohang hadn’t slept all night, handling official duties through the night, his throat was burning.

Seeing Yueyue now, he felt a lot more settled, having her was like an anchor in the storm.

Wei Guohang handed her the blueprint he had prepared, "I’ve had the designers draft these hospital blueprints as per your instructions, take a look."

These blueprints were designed by Lan City’s top three architectural designers alongside other designers.