That night went uneventful.
The next day, Yang Gang got up before dawn.
He needed to get back in shape. Ever since he ca to Hangcheng, he hadn’t done any systematic training.
As he was walking out of the villa door, he bumped into Zuo Lan who was returning from a jog.
"So early?" Yang Gang was sowhat surprised.
"Hmm, I’m used to it." Zuo Lan, dressed in sportswear, appeared very refreshing and neat.
Yang Gang glanced at Zuo Lan, pondered briefly, and asked, "Tomorrow is your mother’s death anniversary, right?"
"Hmm." Zuo Lan replied with a neutral expression.
Yang Gang nodded without saying anything further and started his jog.
The morning in the mountains was very quiet, and Yang Gang jogged lightly, lost in his thoughts.
He took a deep breath, and a gust of cool air entered his nostrils.
"Ti flies pretty fast, it’s late autumn already, even the air is cool."
Suddenly recalling sothing, Yang Gang stopped jogging and reached out to grab at the air.
"AP particles? I rember that when I was divining in my dreams, there were indeed glittering particles in the dream, could those be the AP particles?"
The news he got from Chen Wenhua last night was too shocking.
Apparently, there is an elent in the air called AP particles, a miraculous elent that can turn decay into magic.
According to Chen Wenhua, or more precisely, his UK ntor, AP particles are a kind of cloud dium. Different superpowers use AP particles in different ways. For example, ’telekinesis’ can manipulate AP particles to decompose, restore, and transfer items. Illusionists can convert AP particles into spiritual power to attack targets ntally.
Ordinary people can’t detect the existence of AP particles, nor can low-order genetic modifiers. Only high-order genetic modifiers who have activated The Seventh Brain Domain and are using their superpowers can feel and manipulate AP particles.
But Yang Gang couldn’t feel the AP particles at the mont either. Even though he has perfectly absorbed Gu Xiaorou’s divination ability, this superpower is passive. It generates random divination prophecies while sleeping and has a great deal of randomness. Since he is asleep when the superpower automatically activates, it’s hard to notice the existence of AP particles.
After so contemplation, Yang Gang continued his run. As he was passing by a road, Yang Gang suddenly recalled sothing.
He still had the photos of Huang Tianlin and Tang Yan, the wife of Song Jiang – the heir of the Jinyang Group, fooling around in the wilderness, which he hadn’t put to use yet.
Recalling how Tang Yan moaned under Huang Tianlin that night gave Yang Gang goosebumps all over.
This social circle really is a ss.
Yang Gang’s eyes flickered as he continued his run.
When Yang Gang returned from his run, Yang Fei, who was brushing her teeth, had a stunned look on her face: "You, you.."
"Why are you stuttering? You have foam all over your mouth." Yang Gang promptly wiped off the foam from Yang Fei’s mouth with his finger.
Yang Fei blinked her eyes, not being able to react imdiately.
When Yang Gang left, Yang Fei finally snapped back to her senses.
Thinking about how Yang Gang’s finger brushed over her lips, Yang Fei’s heartbeat sped up and her cheeks flushed.
"Da..damn it. He took advantage of ! Per..pervert!"
At this mont, Yang Ya also ca in to brush her teeth, she glanced at Yang Fei and asked curiously, "Feifei, are you okay? Your face is all red. Do you have a fever?"
Yang Fei misheard ’fever’ as ’being flirty’ and retorted imdiately: "I’m not being flirty! Who would flirt with that guy..."
Yang Ya looked even more confused: "That guy?"
Yang Fei got startled and finally cald down at the critical mont.
"Hehe, it’s nothing." Yang Fei mumbled while rinsing her mouth.
Yang Ya thought for a mont, chuckled and said, "Feifei, could it be that you have a crush on soone?"
"No! Sis, since when did you start gossiping?"
"I’ve always been a gossip." Yang Ya laughed lightly.
Yang Fei: ..
"Stop making fun of , I’m not talking to you anymore, hmph." After rinsing her mouth, Yang Fei fled the bathroom, looking guilty.
As she passed by Yang Gang’s room, the door suddenly opened.
Yang Fei instinctively thought about running.
But seeing Chen Wenhua, not Yang Gang, she let out a sigh of relief.
But then, Yang Fei felt sothing was off.
Why did she feel guilty?
Yang Gang was the sister obsessed weirdo, not her!
Collecting her thoughts, Yang Fei lightly chuckled at Chen Wenhua: "Wenhua, you’re up early, why didn’t you sleep more?"
"Hmm, today I have to go sowhere with Brother Gang." Chen Wenhua pushed his glasses up his nose as he spoke.
"Brother Gang..?" Feifei was surprised, when did this guy start showing Yang Gang so much respect?
"Where are you going?" Yang Fei casually asked.
"There’s a Van Gogh exhibition in Hangcheng, I want to take Wenhua to see it, to cultivate so appreciation for it." Yang Gang, having changed his clothes, ca out of the room, and said.
Yang Fei was shocked.
Gang, you have sothing as noble as ’appreciation’ too?
She gathered her thoughts and looked at Yang Gang: "Gang, you may be an irresponsible boyfriend and a terrible husband, but you might be a good father, right?"
"Of course."
Yang Fei rolled her eyes, then her eyes lit up and she said: "I should go too."
Before Yang Gang could say anything, Chen Wenhua said: "You can, but we’ll each pay for our own tickets."
Yang Fei broke out in a cold sweat, this kid, isn’t he a bit mature for his age?
"Okay, no problem, I’ll change my clothes. After eating, we’ll go."
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At nine in the morning, Yang Gang and the others arrived at the Van Gogh exhibition at the Hangcheng Museum.
This was the first stop in Van Gogh’s China tour.
Van Gogh could be the world’s most miserable painter. He lived in poverty and only sold one painting, "Red Vineyard", in his lifeti of 37 years. After his death, his paintings beca treasures in the collection world, often being traded for hundreds of millions.
This exhibition’s Van Gogh works were mostly borrowed from various collectors, including well-known pieces like "Starry Night" and "Sunflowers".
Yang Gang looked at the endless stream of people at the museum and sighed inwardly.
Ignored in life, invaluable in death.
How ridiculous.
The three of them bought their tickets and entered the museum. Ahead at the Van Gogh exhibition, there was an argunt going on.
"I paid my money to co in, why do I have to stand so far away?" An elderly voice said.
"We’ve specifically set up telescopes, they’re clearer than the naked eye." A worker’s voice responded.
"I’m farsighted, what can I see with a telescope?"
"Sir, let’s talk to the side and not disturb others."
...
Yang Gang and the others had already made their way to the crowd.
They saw Van Gogh’s paintings encased in a glass wall. The organizers had cordoned off at least ten ters of space in front of the glass wall and set up barriers to prevent people from getting close.
"Ah, why would the organizers do this? Van Gogh’s paintings are sealed within bullet-proof glass, and they’ve installed all these anti-theft devices. There’s no need to worry about theft, why won’t they let people get close?" Yang Fei complained.
Yang Gang’s eyes flashed, a speculation erged in his mind.
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