Chapter 551
. Juan knew very well that even Helga University, the second largest university in the world, could not offer a cla*s like a*sembling firearms, not to mention the Imperial University.
Because it was too dangerous.
Only Norton University would offer such a course.
It’s not bad for an ordinary person to be able to shoot, but to a*semble?
Juan also knew about Ying Zigui and knew that she had been invited to Norton University after her entrance exam results came out, but she didn’t go.
So he felt sorry for her.
When you get into Norton University, you realise that all other schools are just a drop in the ocean.
The moment Hu An made this request, not only Wen Hanlan but also Li Han’s expression sank slightly.
It was Qin Lingyu who gave Hu An an extra look, wrapped her arms around her and gave a tsk.
What do you call this?
This is called heaven has a way but you don’t want to go, hell has no door but you do.
She had never seen anyone who rushed up here to die like this.
“I’ll go with Hearlan, I’m a mechanic too.” Adele raised her hand, “That would be fair.”
The boy from before spoke up again, “Adele, you’re a freshman, you haven’t been in cla*s long, how can you compete with a soph*more in practical skills? Don’t be ridiculous.”
When Adele was about to say something else, she was stopped by a look from the girl.
Ying withdrew her eyes and pressed her hand against the box containing the mechanical parts, tapping her fingers gently, “Don’t mind, let’s start.”
Hu An smiled again and took the other box of parts, “Miss Ying is quick.”
When the two were ready, Qin Lingyu said, “I’ll count down to three, three, two, one – start!”
The two timers on the left and right sides of the big screen each started a countdown.
Hu Ling settled down and began to a*semble.
Although he was not mechanical, a*sembling firearms was indeed a necessary skill for the Hershel family, and he was not afraid at all.
That was until he heard the sound of a backwards breath coming from around him.
Juan froze and looked up across the table.
At that look, his expression changed.
The girl’s hands were so fast that she didn’t even look at the drawings.
Often, only one second did he see her pick up a part, and the next she had already a*sembled it.
Both the trainees present and the netizens watching the live broadcast saw that in less than three minutes’ time, Ying had already finished a*sembling two-thirds of it.
They were all shocked.
[D*mn, Ying Shen really knows how to a*semble a gun?
[Putting Ying Shen’s bull on the public screen!
[Still want to brag, there’s nothing in this world that Ying Shen can’t do! She always gives us surprises.
Juan didn’t expect it at all.
He was still only nineteen after all, and his mind was not that strong.
His hands messed up a beat and he accidentally pressed a wrong part.
That is, while he was in the process of disa*sembling and a*sembling again, Ying Ziyi had already pressed the last part.
The countdown on the right stops at 4 minutes 29 seconds.
Ying Zidian grips the a*sembled pistol and raises his hand.
The cold muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at Hu An’s forehead heart.
Hu An’s expression changed.
“Bang!”
The trigger was pulled at this moment with a loud bang.
Hu An’s heart instantly rose to his throat, and cold sweat instantly sprang up on his forehead.
His face was pale, and with an unstable sitting position, he actually fell off the stool and sat on the ground.
[Hahahahaha!
[Ying Shen’s shooting pose is so handsome that I thought it was real.]
[No way, is he scared by me, Ying Shen?
“Don’t be afraid.” Ying Zidian put the gun down and raised his eyes, “There’s no bullets inside, you’re too nervous.”
After all, it was still a public show, there couldn’t be such a thing as casualties.
Hu An’s legs were weak and he was helped to the stool by the boy next to him.
He was still in a cold sweat and his heart was pounding.
He was a soph*more and had certainly taken fighting cla*ses, but real combat was still a long way off.
Only when he reached his junior year would he be able to go on missions with the Operations Department.
It was the first time Juan had ever had a gun pointed at him like that.
But it was only logical that he shouldn’t have reacted so badly.
The boy was puzzled: “Juan, why are you so unafraid?”
Hu An’s face was sullen.
Only he knew that just now, Ying Zigui was most likely really trying to kill him.
That kind of ice-cold killing machine made his body go cold.
“Ten points for group two.” Qin Lingyu said, “The next second item is related to the weapons you have just a*sembled, we will provide imitation guns for you to perform simple shooting, now it’s the draw.”
After a few scrolls on the big screen, it settled on two names.
Adele Milton.
Ying Zidian.
“Since our Ying God has already competed earlier, this time it will be student Wen instead.” Qin Lingyu received a notice from the backstage of the programme and raised her eyebrows, “Please prepare the two of you, our staff will bring up the tools.”
“I have a question.” Adele raised her hand, “Can I voluntarily admit defeat?”
Qin Lingyu nodded, “In terms of the rules, yes, you can. ”
Adele’s eyes lit up, “Then I admit defeat, I’m not as good as Ah Lan, sister Qin, you can just give the second group an extra point!”
Wen heard Lan wrinkle his eyebrows: “Adele, that’s not good, it’s better to compare.”
How could he let a girl concede defeat and give points to the second group?
“What’s wrong with that, it’s a sign that people like you.” Adele held her chin in one hand and slapped the table fiercely with the other, “I don’t even mind what you mind.”
Wen Hanlan’s throat tightened and she subconsciously turned her head, “Sister, I’m not I-”
Ying Zidian played with the a*sembled gun in her hand, her voice not slow, “It’s alright, you’re blushing, I didn’t see it, really.”
Wen Hanlan: “……”
He knew who his sister had learned to be bad.
Those who are close to the ink are black.
[F*ck, this girl is too cute, want to hold away ruthlessly rua.]
[Ying Shen, quick, quick, quick, set up a marriage, your brother-in-law doesn’t have to worry.]
[Wow, my brother has already been matched, what about you, Ying Shen? Don’t lose to your brother!
These pop-ups in the live broadcast room were, of course, invisible to the trainees.
But Adele’s move caused Juan’s face to completely darken.
He gritted his teeth and restrained the anger in his heart.
Although Adele’s shooting was a little weaker than Wen Listen Lan’s, but how could it be this direct?
He really didn’t see what was so good about this kid.
In the next event, Juan’s group only took one point.
It was a point that Wen heard Lan concede in advance after he was once again matched up with Adele.
In the second group, Li Han and the other two did not do much, just watching the siblings complete their absolute crushing.
The final score, settled at 10:140.
A wide margin of difference.
“That’s the end of the academic category for today.” Qin Lingyu faced the camera, “In a moment, the programme team will take these geniuses to some spots in the imperial capital and film their lives, during the commercials, it’s okay to walk away and not come back.”
**
The filming was four hours long, from eight to twelve o’clock.
After lunch, Juan returned to the hotel, his face still ugly.
He had divined his fortune before leaving Norton University, obviously.
The astrolabe said that his trip to China would go well and that there would be no setbacks.
What was wrong with today?
Juan turned on his computer with a cold face and picked up the phone.
On the other end was the family’s secretary: “Young Master Juan, the location has been chosen for you.”
Juan looked at the icon transmitted on the computer and narrowed his eyes, “What’s so special about this place?”
A lake on a lonely mountain was indeed a good place for someone to go missing.
But Juan really didn’t find anything special about it.
“Your elders have divined that this mountain is north of the imperial capital of China.” The secretary smiled, “There is actually a beast living in it, and as you know, many of the animals that are supposedly extinct in the world may actually still exist.”
Juan nodded.
The Earth was large, at least the deepest parts of the deep sea, which mankind was currently unable to fully detect.
“If we are not able to borrow the knife, the family side has also hired a few hunters from the nok forum specifically.” The secretary sent over another list, “These hunters will a*sist you, young master, in keeping Wen Huilan in China.”
Hu An looked at the list in contemplation and suddenly thought of a question, “Didn’t you say that there are ancient martial artists over here in China? Can these hunters defeat the ancient martial artists?”
I heard that the ancient martial arts community was on this side of the imperial capital, wouldn’t this be a special invasion of their domain?
“Don’t worry, Young Master Hu An.” The secretary spoke up, “Ancient martial artists are in the Ancient Martial World, they are bound by rules, they won’t just come out at will.”
“Besides, do you see that Wen Listen Lan looks like he knows an ancient martial artist?”
If they were from the ancient martial world, they wouldn’t even send their offspring to Norton University, they had their own academy.
Juan was relieved at this.
“Young Master Juan, you are the hope and legacy of Hershel.” The secretary concluded, “Your future wife should also come from the surname Milton, Miss Adele can only marry you, good luck to you.”
These few indigenous families at Norton University were very much about gentility and lineage.
Alchemists, as well as diviners, have certain similarities to ancient martial artists.
It all has to do with genetic inheritance.
So in order to ensure a noble lineage, these families are subject to internal marriages.
The Milton surname was indeed the only one left in Adele, and if she had a sister, the Hershel family would not have held on to her alone.
Wen heard Lan knew nothing about astrology or alchemy, and there was really no way to match Adele.
Even if they had offspring, their bloodlines would not be noble.
The talent for alchemy and divination could also be lost.
Juan understood this well.
He closed his computer after recording the location.
**
Ancient Medical World.
Ying Zigui took Wen Huilan with her to the Tea Sage’s garden.
After getting familiar with it, the old lady doesn’t pretend anymore.
But Ying Zigui still helps her with the weeding.
Today the little medicine boy is there, running over da-da-da with bright eyes: “Big sister!”
Ying Zidian handed him a bottle of cold cola and a packet of chips.
The little medicine boy ate while shedding tears of emotion.
He wanted to get out of the ancient medical world because he couldn’t eat these delicious treats at all.
In the past, when Big Brother came to visit him, he said it was junk food and he couldn’t eat it.
It was better to have a big sister.
The old lady noticed next to the girl, the teenager: “Ying, this is?”
“My brother.” Ying nodded, “Little Lan, call Granny Tea.”
Wen Xiaolan nodded in greeting and took out the gift she had prepared, “Hello Granny Tea.”
The old lady took one look at the box and knew it was Apple’s latest smartphone, her eyes lit up, “Kid, you understand me, granny is pleased.”
Without saying a word, she gave Wen Huilan a basket of white fruits.
He looked at Ying Zidian.
Ying Zidian raised his eyebrows: “In critical moments, it can save your life, and it’s quite tasty anyway.”
After thinking about it, Wen heard Lan decided to give half of it to Adele.
After all, there was still the revolutionary friendship of blowing up the lab together.
“Ying, this medicinal field of mine is almost ripe.” The old lady pondered for a moment, “When the time comes, if you need any herbs, come and pick them up directly.”
Ying didn’t nod, she just said, “I’ll heal you and I’ll fetch the herbs.”
For a trigonometrist like her, karma was too important.
One could not ask for someone else’s things for no reason.
Hearing these words, the old lady fell silent.
After a long time, she sighed, “It’s fine, let’s wait until this year is over.”
Ying Zigui stayed with the old lady for a while and then went to the Dan League to deliver medicine to Hall Master Li.
Wen Huilan was not a member of the Dan League, nor was he an ancient doctor, so he waited outside.
The teenager’s long, slender legs were half-flexed as he leaned against the wall, one hand tapping his phone.
[Adele]: [spinning in a circle
[Adele]: Does my sister like me? When do I get to meet our dad? I like China so much, when I graduate I want to settle here!
[Wen Listen Lan]: “……”
How did it become us?
On the other side.
Lin Qingjia followed Hall Master Liu inside.
Hall Master Liu was very respectful: “Miss Qingjia, it’s right over here, please take a look for me.”
Lin Qingjia nodded her head, “Okay.”
She turned her head inadvertently and saw the teenager not far away.
It was a face that could very well be called beautiful, with a narrow brow and eyes that did not lose its declining beauty.
The most important thing was that the teenager’s face was six points like hers.
Lin Qingjia’s footsteps were fixed in place.
Chapter 552
For a moment, she was stunned and did not move her steps for half a day.
As if she had sensed something, Wen Hanlan looked over in the direction where Lin Qingjia was standing.
The four eyes met and their eyes met.
Wen Hanlan’s expression gave a pause.
Blood is a wonderful thing.
Whether it’s repulsion or closeness, there’s no reason for it, but one can always sense that the other is one’s sibling.
Wen heard Lan’s intelligence was incredibly high.
Coupled with the fact that he knew that An Ruojin had married into the ancient martial world, he was naturally able to tell that this was Wen Fengmian’s other child.
It was also his biological sister whom he had not met.
Wen Fengmian had given him the message that adult matters had nothing to do with children.
A five-year-old child knows nothing but survival, so naturally he would follow the party that looks shiny and rich on the surface and leave, not wanting to stay within a poverty-stricken county where he can’t even get enough to eat.
Everyone is different, some people are more concerned with status and position, others are more concerned with family.
As long as one has a clear conscience, one is fine.
Wen heard Lan retract his eyes very plainly as he held his phone and proceeded to send a message back to Adele.
Lin Qingjia pursed her lips.
When Hall Master Liu saw that Lin Qingjia hadn’t followed him up, he couldn’t help but turn back in confusion, “Miss Qingjia, has something happened?”
He was over sixty years old, but he was far worse than Lin Qingjia in this aspect of medicine making.
Today, he had also asked her to come and show him what the problem was.
“Nothing.” Lin Qingjia shook her head, “Go in.”
Hall Master Liu took Lin Qingjia into the pill refining room and found that Lin Qingjia kept wandering off, so he was inevitably worried: “Miss Qingjia, are you really alright?”
Lin Qingjia still shook her head, “A tricky case came to mind.”
Her thoughts kept drifting as she looked at the problem for Hall Master Liu.
Lin Jinyun had been saying that she should go for a stroll outside, also because she was thinking about whether she could run into her real father.
The ancient martial arts community had all decided that her real father was a powerful ancient martial artist.
Otherwise Lin Qingjia could not have been a dual practitioner of ancient medicine and ancient martial arts.
But Lin Qingjia knew clearly that this determination was false.
Wen Fengmian was indeed just an ordinary person.
That was why she was a little nervous when An Ruojin gave her the news of meeting Wen Fengmian at that time.
Today, she was more than surprised to see Wen Huilan, because An Ruojin had told her after her trip back to Qing Shui County that Wen Huilan was severely autistic and not a normal person.
But now it seemed obvious that she was not.
Wen heard Lan was normal and recognised her, but obviously had no other plans.
Of course, Lin Qingjia did not have the idea of recognising Wen Fengmian’s father and son either.
An Ruojin was crazy and no one knew what her previous family was.
She was still the young lady of the Lin family.
That was fine.
**
When Ying Ziji came out of the Dan League, she saw Wen Huilan standing by the lake to one side, silently watching the birds flying on the lake.
She walked over to her, “What’s wrong? Dumbfounded again?”
“Sister.” Hearing the familiar sparse voice, Wen Huilan’s lips twitched and she whispered, “I saw her.”
“Hm?” Ying Zigui’s eyebrows did not move as she nodded her head, “Lin Qingjia?”
Wen Hanlan nodded slowly, “She must have recognised me too, but we didn’t even speak.”
“Well, I’ve seen her too.” Ying leaned against a tree, “She does have a good talent, just like you.”
She thought for a moment, “What do you think?”
“Dad said that the past is all behind us, that disgusting woman got her punishment, and we’re doing fine now, there’s no need to concern ourselves with others.” Wen Listen Lan was calm, “I listen to dad, so I don’t need to have anything to do with people I don’t care about either.”
For as long as he could remember, he had only known Ying Zigui.
With his mother missing, the three of them were family.
Ying Zidian was faint: “Dad was always right.”
Wen Fengmian saw too thoroughly, his realm of mind was one that not many people could reach.
After all, Lin Qingjia was still his own daughter.
Originally, as father and daughter, there was cause and effect between Lin Qingjia and Wen Fengmian, and there might be a connection.
But she had done the math and now it had diminished to almost nothing.
Ying deduced a little.
It should be that Lin Qingjia had used the talent she had received from Wen Fengmian to enter the Lin family and get a better life, just enough to cancel out the rest and cut off this karma.
It was indeed no different from a stranger.
It didn’t matter to her what others did, Wen Fengmian and Wen Huilan couldn’t be harmed.
“Let’s go.” Ying Ziji patted his shoulder, “You still have to record the show tomorrow, your one hundred million.”
When Wen Listen Lan heard this, his eyebrows stretched out, “Mm.”
**
The next day.
Today, there was no competition, but rather, the show was dedicated to filming life inside the campus.
First, Ying Ziji and Li Han took the Norton University students to a few famous photo spots within the Imperial University, after which Qin Lingyu, as the host, offered to link up with the Norton University side to take a shot of the building memories inside Norton University among others.
[Put a butt in here and squat.]
[So curious to know what Norton University looks like inside.]
[Want to see a lady as cute as Adele, can you a*sign a date?
[I’m the one who can never get a date at Norton [smile].]
But the offer was declined.
“We all signed a confidentiality agreement when we enrolled.” Wen Hanlan also spoke up, “Matters concerning the university’s internal affairs are indeed not to be viewed by outsiders.”
Ying Ziji raised her eyebrows.
She didn’t doubt for a moment that if she really went to film it, there was a good chance that she would be able to capture the explosion scene.
The last time she had gone, she was walking down the road when a building blew up next to her.
It really wasn’t easy for the Vice Chancellor to survive until now.
“Norton University is definitely unwatchable.” Juan glanced at Adele with his after glance, confidently and elegantly speaking, “o over at the Royal College of Art on the Continent, it can be shown to everyone.”
They were all very art-conscious in the West, and Adele liked it too, so naturally he had to show off well in front of her.
To prove that he was better than Wen Listen Lan, a madman who only knew how to a*semble hot weapons.
Qin Lingyu pressed her headset, “Good, then connect o the Royal Academy of Arts on the Continent.”
The netizens were sorry.
[More curious, said, what exactly is inside the Norton University campus, how come they just don’t let people see it?]
[Forget it, it’s okay to look at the Royal College of Art on o continent, really, the students who get in here, those are the future gems of the art world.]
The big screen in the conference hall came down and the building of the Royal Academy of Arts in O Chau soon appeared.
The person responsible for answering the phone was a teacher from the admissions department.
This teacher, Juan, happened to know him, and Juan spoke ahead of Qin Lingyu: “Teacher, this is Juan Heschel.”
The teacher was a little surprised: “You’ve come out of Norton University?”
“Yes.” Juan was very condescending, “Came over to China for an exchange, now I need to show them the inside of our school, teacher, can you make a trip over to the celebrity painting studio?”
On the side of the Royal Academy of Arts in o Continent, naturally, they had also got the message from the programme team.
The teacher nodded and took his computer over to the Celebrity Drawing Room.
The Celebrity Studio had a pavilion listed specifically for students, in addition to some paintings by world famous artists.
Juan pointed to an oil painting on the screen and became even prouder, “This is my painting.”
When he turned around, he saw that Adele was standing on her tiptoes to grab Wen Huilan’s hair, acting intimately, and was so angry that he almost exploded.
Hu An could only throw the topic to Ying Zigui: “Miss Ying, what do you think?”
Ying Zidian glanced at her, “Very bad.”
Hu An’s expression froze and he smiled, “Then it seems that Miss Ying can draw better?”
The other boy who had been following Hu An muttered, “Even if you’re bragging, you need to make a draft.”
Paintings that could be placed in the celebrity’s studio were precious in the whole of the Royal Academy of Arts in O Chau.
And at that moment, the teacher in charge of filming the gallery suddenly stopped and bowed to a figure in front of him, “Mr. Berg.”
From the screen, it was possible to see that it was a man in his thirties, with pigtails and a slightly nervous appearance.
Qin Lingyu and the rest of the programme team were surprised, but she immediately followed with an introduction, “Berg Blaine, the number one man in oil painting, especially good at the style of Chino Von, one of his paintings just went up for auction a while ago for 300 million dollars. ”
[Crap, I remember, I saw an exhibition of his paintings in o-continent, ghostly oil painter!
I heard that even PhD students from the Royal Academy of Arts in O Chau might not be able to meet Berg, but Juan was actually able to surprise Berg, no wonder he was a double student.
Juan was also quite surprised.
Although he had met Berg, it was in the lecture hall of an open cla*s.
Berg was eccentric and difficult to get along with, he was only good friends with the pianist Bart, no one else could invite him.
Masters of this calibre were indeed quite mad.
Then Juan saw Berg coming towards the camera.
He was even more surprised and was just about to say something when Berg spoke up first: “Make way.”
Juan froze and pointed at himself, “Me?”
“Yes, yes, yes, come on.” Berg was in such a hurry that he was stamping his foot and kept urging, “Make way.”
He’d just seen a familiar look in the computer screen and had to see if he’d misread it in his old eyes, to be sure.
Juan didn’t get it, but moved out of the way anyway.
The camera was perfectly aligned and Berg’s face was zoomed in, almost pressed against the screen.
The netizens and the students present could see it clearly.
Ying Zigui lifted his head.
“Master Ying!” Berg finally saw the girl’s face now too, his eyes lit up and he peeled back his computer, “Master Ying, what a coincidence, seeing you again, when will you have time to come and teach me oil painting?”