There Won't be a Next Time

Yang Lianfeng was not at all embarrassed. He brushed his hand through his sparse hair and had a look of awe.

"Who didn't have the dream of being a martial arts hero? Back in my day... wait... we are out of time..."

He pointed to his students, "Remember what I said!"

Then, as if his shoes were oiled, he dashed off right away.

Everyone else in the room erupted into laughter. But because they had built a deep friendship with this brother of theirs, nobody dared to make too much noise.

Luo Chen turned around and looked proud, "See, Qingqing, see how popular and in-demand Feng Ci's books are?"

Qiao Qing, "..."

Thanks for complimenting me.

By 13:30, everyone had quieted down.

Before long, the room turned clamorous again.

"****! It froze! I knew it would!"

"Goddamn, the website shut me out!"

"Why are so many people online right now? There is no hope for me again this time!"