Chapter 656 - 320: You Have Your Connections, I Have My Uncle Zhao!

I withdrew my semi-soft penis from the girl’s body, and a torrent of mixed white turbid liquid burst forth from her flower path, leaving both of us stunned, not realizing so much could flow out. Seeing the girl’s kawaii face flushed with a rosy tint after the climax made me unable to resist kissing her deeply again, allowing us to feel each other’s love more, a little more, even more.

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After being intimately involved with the girl, the atmosphere at home seemed to turn pink. Having tasted the flavor of flesh, we couldn’t stop once we started. As soon as we returned home, I instantly grabbed her, lifted her skirt, pulled down her tights, and got on with it. Her merely sixteen-year-old youthful body had both a sweet innocence and a mature sensuality, constantly enveloping me in a comfort so great that I wanted to scream for help.

"Principal..."

Principal Wang’s gaze flickered, silent and speechless.

At this moment, he no longer possessed the earlier vigor and determination to cut flesh to cure the poison.

The gym currently being constructed at their school is fully funded by Celestial Sea Group.

Signing off simply now, but the series of consequences it causes, he... cannot bear.

Even Yang Shu, who has been comforting Wang Zihao, also remained silent.

Seeing this scene, spectators in the live-stream instantly became displeased.

"No, what’s with this person, just now making grand promises, I thought he was determined, but now he’s cowardly, I spit!"

"I just checked, this Celestial Sea Group is a huge entity, a leading enterprise in their province, tsk tsk tsk."

"So what! Isn’t this school public, funded by the state, what do external enterprises have to do with it?"

"Ahem, the school is indeed public, but these people are not public, they will also retire and have needs from society."

"Damn!"

"..."

Seeing the sudden silence of the crowd, Wang Zihao also understood.

He opened his mouth but said nothing more.

"It’s okay, I’m very happy today, thanks to the principal, thanks to all the leaders, for allowing me to receive the scholarship."

Wang Zihao suddenly smiled and said, "From today, I will no longer sell instant noodles, I will go and collect some waste paper boxes and empty bottles, I can still support myself."

Principal Wang could no longer control his expression, his face red as a monkey’s bottom.

"At the same time, I also thank the cafeteria manager for letting me have free soup and rice, thank you."

A burning pain!

Now Principal Wang wished he could find a hole to hide in immediately.

Yang Shu coldly shouted: "Where is the cafeteria manager, why haven’t they shown up."

At this moment, the numerous school leaders seem to have found an outlet, turning their criticism towards the cafeteria manager, each filled with righteous indignation.

The spectators in the live-stream saw this scene, silent for a long time.

...

At the same moment.

East Sea Fleet.

Zhao Yimeng had just finished reviewing documents, rubbed his tired eyes, and leaned back against his chair.

He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually deepening, and then becoming steady.

He was too exhausted, now all he wanted to do was snatch a brief rest.

"Guide yuan, brother! I entrust my family to you in the future."

Gunfire raged, sand and stones flew.

Scenes rushed past, Zhao Yimeng’s breathing grew heavier.

Only here could he see so many faces he could never see again.

Until finally, a middle-aged man’s face with a beard surfaced.

Seeing that face, Zhao Yimeng’s breath quickened, and in the dream, he rushed forward.

He took out a pack of Hongtashan from his pocket, excitedly preparing to light him a cigarette.

Unexpectedly, the man didn’t take the cigarette, merely silently gazing at her.

Just staring at him.

Kept staring until Zhao Yimeng felt a chill in his heart, only then did the man slowly speak:

"Back then, you might as well have gone back through connections, Haohao wouldn’t have had to suffer like this."

Suddenly, Zhao Yimeng woke up startled, covered in cold sweat.

He splashed some cold water on his face, barely calming the emotions within.

He walked to the corner of the office and looked up at the photo on the wall for a long time, speechless.

Just then, a knocking sound came from outside the door, it was Xiaozhang from his police station.

"Leader, someone from the propaganda department is here."

"Hmm, invite them in."

Shortly afterward, with a knock on the door, a person in military uniform carrying several cameras walked in.

"Sit."

Zhao Yimeng gestured for him to take a seat.

But after Kangle sat down, he said nothing for a long time.

For this, Kangle did not find it strange.

Before he came, an elder from the military cultural department had solemnly told him:

"If you’re going to visit Zhao Yimeng, make sure you’re prepared to eat soup."

"His deeds are indisputable, but his character is eccentric and unpredictable, making him hard to comprehend, those who go to interview him can hardly say much, which is also why his stories have never been published."

"Xiaokang, be mentally prepared."

Eccentric character?

Eccentric character is good!

If his character wasn’t eccentric, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to interview someone of such rank.

Seeing Kangle’s determined expression, the elder said no more, only adding another piece of news.

"If you are still determined to go, I wouldn’t suggest you do it now."

"An acquaintance from the rectification department told me that two days ago he received a 3000 yuan remittance slip, Commander Zhao hasn’t slept well for two days because of it."