126: Chapter 126 My friends, I'm about to kill someone!

The bodyguard pulled the item out of a silk bag, and everyone finally saw clearly.

It wasn't a sword, but two white wax wood poles as thick as a baby's arm. One had a gleaming spearhead embedded at the top, and both had a section of metal wrapped around the middle, threaded with screw threads.

The bodyguard screwed the two white wax wood sections together, forming a great spear over three meters long.

This spear looked incredibly heavy; even the sturdy bodyguard struggled a bit to hold it.

The teachers present all wore expressions of surprise. On this stage, dancers were common, singers were common, and performances of martial arts routines, swordplay, or nunchucks had been seen before, but this was truly the first time they had seen a great spear over three meters long.

Isn't this thing for training? Even that burly bodyguard struggled to hold it, so what is Huang Yimei, with her small arms and legs, planning to do?

Just as they were wondering, they saw Huang Yimei extend her slender hand, grasp the tail of the spear, and, to everyone's disbelief, lift the spear horizontally. Her arm and the spear shaft formed a straight line, steadily parallel to the ground.

The whole audience was stunned.

Holy crap! This isn't scientific.

Is she really a War God?

Huang Yimei flicked her wrist, the tail of the spear flew upward, and she leaped into the air simultaneously, grabbing the tail with her hand and stepping onto the shaft with her foot. The spearhead poked into the floor, standing firm, the entire long spear bent into an arc, and she stood suspended in the air right in the middle of this arc.

"Bravo!" Qi Long was the first to applaud.

Everyone else followed suit, clapping until their hands were red.

Meimei pressed the playback button on the portable radio, and a piece of impassioned opera music suddenly blared—it was actually a suona.

A flash of brilliance crossed Huang Yimei's eyes. She exerted force with her slender legs, the spear shaft bent sharply, and with a bang, it rebounded. Using this momentum, she leaped into the air, lifted the spear, gripped it with both hands, performed a front flip, and immediately followed with a "Mount Tai Pressing Down" strike. The long spear tore through the air, emitting a shrill whistle.

Bang!

The spear shaft slammed heavily onto the floor. Holding the spear with both hands, she executed a "Lan Na Zha" (block, parry, thrust), then twisted her waist, turned to perform a spear flower behind her back, followed by a "Cloud Top" spear dance, and finally finished with a "Waist and Horse United" collapsing spear stance.

The long spear was like a Dragon!

Woo-woo-woo—whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—the entire auditorium was filled with the sound of breaking air. The curtain behind the stage was stirred by the waves of Qi, flapping incessantly.

Zhao Yang listened to the shrill suona and watched the flying figure on stage, suddenly feeling a moment of trance.

This scene, this melody, it was too familiar.

A flash of inspiration—Ling Cage! Maiduo! Six Harmonies Great Spear!

Thinking of that show that had been delayed for years and was filled with "blades" (tragedy), Zhao Yang gritted his teeth in hatred.

Damn Yihua! Give me back Ran Bing, give me back Maiduo, give me back Fang Yuan, give me back Boss Bai!

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled into a wicked smile.

Friends of this timeline, do you want to taste the feeling of being "stabbed" (heartbroken)?

He decided to have Tomorrow Culture immediately launch the "Ling Cage" project. The plot would be copied exactly, and not a single "blade" would be spared.

The difficulties were obvious.

This era didn't have the high-performance graphics cards of the future to create that kind of visual texture. However, it would be enough to reach the early effects of "The Legend of Qin". Without good graphics cards, he would use a CPU cluster to make up for it, paired with the high-performance communication module used by the Joint Laboratory of Intelligent Investigation to form a large-scale computing cluster. As for the software, he would find it in the System and modify it himself.

The more Zhao Yang thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. Especially since he actually found the corresponding software in the System's database, and even the complete System design and construction blueprints for this type of graphics workstation cluster. His plan quickly became clear: a joint investment by Hongdou Technology and Tomorrow Culture to build an animation dream factory.

Funding was even easier. Qilan Investment had plenty of money. Besides, wasn't the World Cup coming up soon? That would provide the investment money.

By now, Huang Yimei's performance had brought the house down, and everyone couldn't help but stand up to watch. With a clean and crisp finishing move, she finally finished the Six Harmonies Great Spear routine.

She wasn't even short of breath, and there wasn't even any sweat on her forehead—the Physical Body sharing really wasn't just for show!

Whoosh...

The applause was thunderous.

Qi Long laughed loudly: "Fantastic! Wonderful!"

Some staff members, after cheering, ran straight onto the stage to ask for autographs and photos. After about half an hour of chaos, they finally let Huang Yimei go and began the subsequent re-examinations.

Huang Yimei ran to Zhao Yang's side playfully: "Hee hee, Brother Yang, how was my newly learned Six Harmonies Great Spear?"

Zhao Yang gave a thumbs up: "Amazing, my treasure."

The two talked and laughed as they returned to the car.

As they were driving, Huang Yimei suddenly looked down at her waist, gestured with her hands, and asked: "Brother Yang, I heard others say that practicing the spear makes your waist thicker. Do you think mine has gotten thicker?"

Zhao Yang turned his head to look at her, turned the steering wheel, and parked the car under the shade of a tree by the side of the road. He turned to the side and examined her carefully for a second: "Seems like a little."

"Really?" Huang Yimei panicked a little, gesturing at her waist with both hands, her brows furrowed into a ball, "But I measured it, and my waistline hasn't changed."

"How can you tell yourself? Let me check for you."

"Check it, has it really gotten thicker?" Huang Yimei pouted, looking aggrieved.

Zhao Yang unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist: "Come, let me see my Rose's waist."

"Brother Yang, don't tickle me... Oh, it tickles..."

"Then I'll use a little more force." Zhao Yang smiled slightly, his hands tightening gently on her waist.

Huang Yimei looked into his eyes, suddenly realizing something, her heartbeat accelerating sharply. Zhao Yang's face moved closer, their noses less than five centimeters apart. Huang Yimei blinked, her shyness tinged with anticipation.

Zhao Yang licked his lips and said with a serious face: "Rose, spring in the Imperial Capital is too dry, I want to apply some lip balm. Unfortunately, I didn't bring any, do you have some?"

"No... I don't."

"You're lying to me. Your lips are so moist, you must have applied some. Share some with me?"

Huang Yimei was stunned, a blush spreading across her face, and she murmured: "You... you share it yourself... Mmm..."

Her cherry lips were blocked.

She subconsciously hugged Zhao Yang tightly, her beautiful eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Not far away, the MPV Meimei was riding in was parked by the side of the road. The driver frowned: "Boss, is Director Zhao's car broken? Why has it been parked for so long?"

Meimei was stunned, then suddenly realized, and waved her hand: "The car is definitely fine. Let's go, leave them alone."

The driver seemed to understand too, and silently drove the car away.

Ten minutes later, their lips finally parted. Huang Yimei's hair was messy, her breathing rapid.

Zhao Yang kissed her cheek gently again before sitting back in the driver's seat. Their hands remained tightly clasped. Zhao Yang didn't start the car, not wanting to break the atmosphere. Huang Yimei tilted her head, looking into his eyes, her little finger gently tracing the skin on his wrist like a playful kitten.

Her gaze was like water: "Brother Yang, are you going back to the office this afternoon?"

"No need to go back. Today's time is all for you."

"I want to hear you sing. Shall we go to KTV this afternoon?"

"Sure. I've booked Tan Family Cuisine for lunch, and we'll go to Cashbox in the afternoon."

Huang Yimei smiled sweetly and nodded vigorously.

A happy afternoon passed, and as Zhao Yang was discussing with Huang Yimei where to eat for dinner, his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the number—Gao Qiqiang.

Zhao Yang made a gesture for Huang Yimei to be quiet and answered the phone. Gao Qiqiang's tone on the other end was off: "Zhao Yang, is it convenient to talk?"

"Something happened? Don't worry, take your time."

"It's better... to talk in person. I can't explain it clearly over the phone. I'm at the Imperial Capital airport, just got off the plane."

"That's perfect, let's have dinner together in a bit."

Zhao Yang realized things weren't simple, so he arranged to meet Gao Qiqiang at a place near Shuimu, then drove with Huang Yimei to the appointment.