Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

"Actually, I'm not very talented, but I was fortunate enough to meet the king once, and I've been a fan ever since. It's just a pity that even heroes can't escape the aging process, and he ended up with the tragic ending of a black-haired man sending off another black-haired man." Zhang Wei kept rambling on.

The Night's Watch really needs a better education; what kind of nonsense is this...? Wang Mian frowned, looking completely bewildered.

“I also have a photo of me with Wang Mian hidden away. I wouldn’t normally show this photo to just anyone, but since we’re both fans of Wang Mian, I’ll make an exception today and let you have a good look!” Zhang Wei took out a photo from his cloak and carefully handed it to Wang Mian.

In the photo with me, I have absolutely no recollection of him.

Wang Mian looked on in surprise and followed the other person's gaze. In the photo, he was wielding a long sword with great momentum. Wherever he passed, three buildings were collapsing, and new recruits were falling from the broken buildings like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"See that? That's me up there!" Zhang Wei said confidently, pointing to a shadow falling rapidly downwards in mid-air, his tone full of smugness.

"...What's so great about that!" Wang Mian couldn't help but complain.

"Are you jealous?"

“No!” Wang Mian rolled his eyes. “I just didn’t expect that you were a student in the same class as Lin Qiye and Su Yan.”

The scene captured in this photo is from the year Yuan Gang invited "Mask" to support him, when "Mask" faced off against 241 new recruits with five members.

"Lin Qiye and Su Yan? That's right, those two are my classmates!" Zhang Wei said, patting his chest vigorously, his excitement growing.

"Back in the day, we teamed up together and gave the [Masked] squad a sound beating. Now, they've all become a special squad and are quite the big shots. But our relationship hasn't cooled off at all. We still often have a lively time grabbing red envelopes in the group chat!"

Wang Mian took a deep breath and said with a somewhat pained expression:

"What do you mean by 'beating up Masked Man'? Masked Man clearly won in the end! And aren't you a fan of Masked Man? Who are you taking sides with right now?"

"Even if they're fans, I have to be reasonable!" Zhang Wei said confidently, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, and then whispered:

"Brother, there's a secret I've kept to myself for a long time. Since we've hit it off today, I'll tell you something... Actually, the Masked Ones lost back then!"

Wang Mian's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned calmness and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Back then, I was standing far away and wasn't caught in the time reversal. I saw Wang Mian activate the Divine Ruins at the last moment, resetting the battlefield. In fact, he had already lost at that point." Zhang Wei lowered his voice again, vividly describing the scene:

"But afterwards, nobody believed me at all. They all thought I was talking nonsense! You didn't see it yourself, I saw Yue Gui and Lin Qiye rush up like madmen, and in one 'whoosh,' they pulled down Wang Mian's pants. And four monkeys, 'slap slap slap,' slapped Wang Mian's face three times, leaving him completely stunned. And one monkey was even worse, it went up and flicked his little penis..."

"Hey, hey, hey, what nonsense are you spouting? Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation!"

Wang Mian panicked completely. If it weren't for the law, he would have killed someone to silence them.

"Why would I lie to you... But then again, I did exaggerate a bit, since I was far away and didn't see clearly. It wasn't until I saw a close-up photo of the king's face that I realized..."

Zhang Wei stopped, looked up ahead, and his eyes were filled with sorrow for the passing of the hero.

"No wonder they say they're agents of the gods, that's awesome!"

Close-up? What close-up? How awesome is it? Wang Mian looked up slowly, puzzled, and followed Zhang Wei's gaze. He was instantly captivated by the scene before him.

The familiar platform and the familiar backdrop—this is where I took my graduation oath. The difference is that seven giant photos are hanging high on the backdrop in the middle of the stage, with flowers piled up beneath them, and people are constantly going up to the stage to pay their respects and offer flowers.

In order, they are: Rose, Sandalwood, Libra, Mysterious Smooth Man, Whirlpool, Moon Demon, and Star Soul.

Well, the photos we selected are all graduation oath photos, and everyone looks very handsome... Hehe, Whirlpool had a mustache back then, looking quite old-fashioned.

Wang smiled and shook his head, finally focusing his gaze on the giant painting in the very center.

"Who is this senior?" He showed no disdain. To be able to hang here with [Mask] must be a senior who sacrificed his life for the country, and should not be disrespected.

Zhang Wei looked at him as if he were an idiot, and didn't answer.

Wang Mian didn't pay much attention to it, his gaze sweeping over the giant painting. Years of wind and sun had faded the painting somewhat, but one could still easily make out that it depicted a young man with a well-proportioned figure and an arrogant posture, casually swinging a bell as he looked towards the distant red moon.

"That's really awesome." Wang Mian nodded slightly and fell silent.

"..."

Red Moon... This place looks like a fishing village... That birthmark on his thigh looks so familiar... Where's my portrait...? Wait a minute!

"I...I'm not...I..."

"..."

"Gah-"

Wang's electrocardiogram: ???????????___

Zhang Wei: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! Damn it, come quick and save him! Someone's had a seizure!"

……

Two hours later, at the headquarters in Beijing.

At the conference table sat thirteen high-ranking members of the Night's Watch, all wearing uniform cloaks and with solemn expressions.

"Having finished my self-criticism, I, Zuo Qing, hereby formally resign from my position as Commander of the Great Xia Night Watch, effective today. Simultaneously, I will exercise my right to nominate a new Commander, and I will nominate..."

"Stop it, don't push for it anymore." The middle-aged executive sitting opposite Zuo Qing raised his hand to interrupt.

“I think it would be more appropriate to strip Zuo Qing of his ‘commander nomination right’ and distribute the nomination right among the thirteen high-ranking officials through a voting system.”

Shao Pingge frowned, his voice stern:

"He Xingwen, don't go too far. The 'right to elect the commander' is written into the Night Watch's charter. It's a rule of the Night Watch and a legitimate right of all previous commanders. Can you just take it away with a single sentence?"

The middle-aged man named He Xingwen looked up at Shao Pingge, a hint of disdain flashing deep in his eyes.

In this conference hall, among the high-ranking officials personally promoted by Ye Fan, only Zuo Qing, Shao Pingge, and Hu Weiguo can be considered as the new force.

The other ten people, apart from myself, were all elderly people over sixty.

The uncles and elders who were on good terms with our fathers were all in there. What's the point of struggling in this situation? If it weren't for Ye Fan's extraordinary strength back then, he wouldn't have been able to seize the position of commander.

If elections were based on political standing, where would Ye Fan possibly get a chance?

The emperor's throne rotates, and this year it's my turn!