Where is he?

Chen Long was taken aback. Hadn’t he just reported to Mr. Bo that Master Wu Ming had been frequenting Qingcheng Mountain lately, acting suspiciously?

Which "he" are you referring to, sir? Could you mean Bo Huanxi? He’s probably at the wildest KTV, living it up. Or maybe Nangong Mo? He’s been bothering Miss Gu every now and then these days.

Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly had a flash of insight and blurted out, "Sir, are you asking about Miss Xi? She has classes today and will be at school all day."

Bao Gucheng pondered briefly, "Bring me the class schedule."

Chen Long breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that his instincts were spot on!

"Miss Xi’s schedule this week is packed. You see, she has evening self-study and lab assignments every day." Chen Long prepared Xi Zuzi’s information thoroughly, rivaling any combat intelligence gathering.

Bao Gucheng frowned, his tone obviously displeased, "Why are a child’s classes so full?"

Chen Long hesitated, explaining, "Sir, Imperial University is known for its heavy workload, and the freshman military training took up a lot of time. The classes afterward are quite intense, but Miss Xi’s Ancient Biology Department is one of the better ones. I’ve heard that the Medical College often has to study overnight; it’s pretty tough..."

Bao Gucheng interrupted him, his face stern, "The Empire advocates reducing academic burdens these days. How is Imperial University implementing this? Have their principal properly reflect and make corrections."

Chen Long: "Yes."

After receiving the task and leaving, he realized something seemed off.

Sir, isn’t reducing the workload meant for primary school students? University students... since when do they need to lighten their loads?

He glanced back through the door crack, seeing Bao Gucheng looking solemn with not a hint of humor. Pinching his leg, he decided not to overthink, just do whatever the sir instructed.

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Imperial University.

Ancient Biology Department classroom.

The old professor was passionately introducing rows of various prehistoric reptiles on the slides.

Xi Zuzi was resting her chin on her hand, fiddling with the Pangu Axe, her mind wandering.

Xi Rubao kept turning around, glancing towards the back row where Nangong Mo and Gu Qiusha were seated, and couldn’t resist tugging on Xi Zuzi’s sleeve under the desk, "Sis, do you think Fourth Young Master Nangong, is... trying to become our stepdad?"

"Pfft—"

Xi Zuzi didn’t respond, but Wu Qianman beside her couldn’t help almost bursting into laughter, whispering, "Baby, you’re just auditing. Could you not say things so shocking?"

"No, don’t you think this Fourth Young Master Nangong has been clinging to my mommy a bit too much lately?"

"He’s Qianshan’s number one fan and the main promoter of ’Chang Er.’ Plus, he’s been orchestrating the online battle against Mr. Wu these days. It’s very normal for him to seek out Great Qianshan, right?"

"Normal? I still think it’s weird. Ancestor Sister, don’t you think so?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Hmm?" Xi Zuzi finally brought her divine sense back, smiling slightly, "Xiao Sha’s lifelong matters should be earnestly considered."

"Right, right, even you think my mommy’s romance is blossoming?"

"Zuzi, do you think Fourth Young Master Nangong and Great Qianshan could be a couple?"

"Sis, will I really have to call that man stepdad? I’m not a conservative person, but Fourth Young Master Nangong is far from my imagined stepdad style! If I fail exams, would this kind of stepdad feed me to sharks in an aquarium?"

Xi Rubao was already starting to shiver.

Seeing her imaginative capacity, Xi Zuzi’s lips curled slightly, wanting to speak but hesitated, "Marriage is destined; just let fate decide."

"What? Sis, does that mean Fourth Young Master Nangong has a chance?!"

"Zuzi, I’m quite scared of Fourth Young Master Nangong too. What you said makes the future sound even scarier..."

"Well, the ancestor hasn’t said anything." Xi Zuzi rested her chin on her hand, her red lips pursed tightly.

The little crow in the desk peeked out curiously, "Ancestor, Jinjin finds that you’ve been making your guidance more cryptic lately. Sometimes you don’t predict at all, even purposefully letting them guess wrong. What’s going on?"