Chapter 659 - 320: You Have Your Backing, I Have My Uncle Zhao!

I pulled out my semi-soft penis from the girl’s body, and a white, thick liquid mixed with both of our bodily fluids started flowing out in spurts, leaving both me and the girl dumbfounded, not realizing that so much could come out. Looking at the girl’s flushed and adorable face, I couldn’t help but kiss her deeply again so that we could feel each other’s love a little more, a little more.

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After getting involved with the girl, the air at home seemed to turn pink. Having tasted flesh for the first time, we couldn’t stop once we started; as soon as we got home, I would immediately grab the girl, lift her skirt, pull down her stockings, and start doing it. The girl’s young sixteen-year-old body had both sweet innocence and seductive maturity; every time, it made me feel incredibly comfortable, just wanting to scream for help.

"Principal..."

Principal Wang’s eyes were evasive, silent.

At this moment, he no longer had the power and courage from earlier to cut flesh to treat poison.

The stadium being built at their school was fully funded by the Celestial Sea Group.

Signing now seemed simple, but the continuous consequences it triggered were... beyond his ability to bear.

Even Yang Shu, who had been comforting Wang Zihao, was somewhat silent at this moment.

Seeing this scene, the viewers in the livestream instantly became unhappy.

"No, how can this person be like this? Earlier, he was so determined, and I thought he was so decisive, but now he’s acting all cowardly, hmph!"

"I just checked, this Celestial Sea Group is a giant corporation, the leading enterprise in their province, tsk tsk tsk."

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

"Cough cough, the school is public, yes, but these people aren’t public employees; they’ll retire too and have their needs from society."

"Damn!"

"..."

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

He opened his mouth but didn’t say anything more.

"It’s fine, I’m really happy today, thanks to the principal and all leaders; you’ve allowed me to receive the scholarship."

Wang Zihao smiled wryly and said, "From today, I won’t sell instant noodles anymore. I’ll just pick up some waste paper scraps, empty bottles, and that can support me."

Principal Wang couldn’t control his expression anymore, his face red like a monkey’s butt.

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

Burning pain!

Principal Wang now wished he could find a crack to hide in.

Yang Shu even sharply demanded, "Where is the cafeteria manager, why isn’t he here yet."

The school leaders suddenly found a target for venting and all turned their anger towards the cafeteria manager, each filled with righteous indignation.

The viewers in the livestream watched in silence.

...

At the same time.

East Sea Fleet.

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

He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became heavier before returning to a steady pace.

He was too tired; what he needed now was to seize every minute for a quick nap.

"Advisor, brother! I entrust my family to you from now on."

The fires of war blazed, stones splattered.

Scenes flashed by, and Zhao Yimeng’s breath grew increasingly heavy.

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

Until finally, a middle-aged man with a bushy beard emerged in his vision.

Upon seeing this face, Zhao Yimeng’s breathing grew more rapid as he rushed forward in his dream.

From his pocket, he pulled out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes, eagerly wanting to light one for him.

Unexpectedly, the man didn’t take the cigarette, merely silently watching him.

Just watched him.

Until Zhao Yimeng felt unnerved in his heart, the man slowly spoke:

"Back then, you should have just used connections to return, saving Haohao from this suffering."

Instantly, Zhao Yimeng woke up, drenched in cold sweat.

Using cold water, he washed his face, barely calming his emotions inside.

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

Just then, a knocking on the door was heard, and it was his police station officer, Xiaozhang.

"Leader, people from the publicity department are here."

"Hmm, let them come in."

Soon, amid a knock, a person dressed in military uniform, carrying several cameras, came in.

"Sit."

Zhao Yimeng gestured to invite him.

But after Kangle settled down, not a word was spoken for a long time.

Kangle didn’t find this surprising.

Before he came, a senior from the military cultural department had earnestly advised him:

"If you’re visiting Zhao Yimeng, be prepared for some silence."

"His achievements are undeniable, but his temperament is eccentric and unpredictable, making it difficult to hold conversations during interviews, hence why his stories rarely get published."

"Xiaokang, you need to mentally prepare yourself."

Eccentric temperament?

Eccentric temperament is good!

If his temperament weren’t eccentric, there wouldn’t be an opportunity to interview someone with such a position.

Seeing Kangle determined to proceed, the elder said no more, merely providing another piece of information.

"If you are still determined to go, I don’t suggest doing it now either."

"Someone from the department told me, he received another 3,000 yuan remittance slip two days ago, causing Commander Zhao to not have a proper sleep for two days."