Ying Zijin explained the situation from start to finish, without embellishnt.
Dean Norman listened and his expression cooled sowhat. His gaze returned to Mo Feng: "Instructor Mo Feng, did the biogenetics institute send you over here?"
Mo Feng froze for a mont, not quite understanding: "Dean Norman?"
"No?" Dean Norman said, sowhat indifferently, "I thought you were a spy sent by the biogenetics institute. Otherwise, why would you think about punishing all the outstanding students?"
Mo Feng’s expression changed drastically and cold sweat began to pour. He suddenly knelt on one knee: "Dean Norman, I swear to the twenty-two sages I am absolutely loyal to the engineering institute."
"Co, follow ." Dean Norman pointed to a private compartnt in the laboratory, "You all continue with the experint. One instructor’s words don’t hold much weight with ."
Mo Feng’s face looked terrible, as if it could drip with tension.
Ye Siqing was delighted: "Thank you, Dean Norman."
She breathed a sigh of relief and ran over, still filled with fear: "Junior Ying, luckily the dean happened to co here for an inspection, otherwise today would have been a disaster."
With just one word, Dean Norman could cancel Mo Feng’s position.
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows: "Yes, quite fortuitous."
She lowered her head and exited the page on her communication with Dean Norman, when coincidentally a call ca in.
Ying Zijin answered: "Hello."
"Hey hey, boss, it’s Xize, the weather’s great today. I opened a bottle of red wine just for this—"
"I don’t want to hear the prelude, get to the point quickly."
The other side’s energy instantly deflated: "Boss, do you know that rascal Norton has been sending pictures lately."
Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly: "Hmm?"
"He said you sent him a little girl, the girl looks just like a doll," Xize said. "He’s asking what kind of clothes are suitable for a six-year-old girl."
Ying Zijin: "..."
She needed to have a good talk with Norton.
"Boss, you can’t favor him over ," Xize was sowhat aggrieved, "Why can he raise a little girl and I can’t? I want one too, one even prettier than his."
Ying Zijin couldn’t listen anymore: "...I’m hanging up."
"No no no, boss, I was wrong," Xize beca serious in an instant, "I actually wanted to send you sothing. There’s an auction at the beginning of August."
Ying Zijin nodded: "Auction?"
Xize had gone to the City of the World a few days before her and had been exploring on his own.
She didn’t manage much, but she kept in contact with him.
"Didn’t I tell you before about my ancestor disappearing mysteriously?" Xize continued, "I was just suspecting they were brought to the City of the World, and now it’s certain, the biggest auction house here was opened by them."
"Then I just kind of blended in. And sohow I’ve rged into the higher-ups. Now the entire auction house is mine, I’ve got another treasury."
Ying Zijin: "..."
The penny-pinching financial habits of the Lorentz Family seem to have been passed down through generations.
"Alright, send it over and I’ll take a look." Ying Zijin nodded slightly, "I’ve also mailed your dicine to you, ask for more if it’s not enough."
The City of the World is guarded by sages, seemingly peaceful but, in fact, full of hidden danger.
Even more dangerous than the Ancient Martial World.
Xize had already experienced death once, and his body was much weaker.
Xize spoke cautiously: "I’m not really in need of dicine, boss, actually I’m in need of a—"
Ying Zijin showed no expression and directly ended the call this ti.
"Junior Sister Ying." Ye Siqing was sowhat curious, "Who called you?"
"Hmm?" Ying Zijin yawned, "A friend."
Bier, upon hearing this, glanced lightly.
Last ti she went to the Hacker Alliance, she learned so things.
Qin Lingyan was a grandson brought back by the alliance leader, previously of civilian status before returning to the Hacker Alliance.
Being able to know Ying Zijin was quite normal.
Civilians could only know civilians.
Ying Zijin couldn’t possibly have any extraordinary friends.
Bier withdrew her gaze and took a few invitation cards out of her bag: "For next month’s auction, I have a few extra tickets for Zone D and I’m giving them to you."
Xu Jingshan was elated: "Thank you, Miss Bier, thank you."
After accepting them, he flaunted the tickets towards Group B: "Ye Siqing, if you apologize to , I’ll take you inside, how about it?"
"These tickets are different, civilians can’t get in."
Ye Siqing scoffed: "Narcissism is an illness, go to the hospital."
Ying Zijin didn’t listen.
She leaned against the table, deep in thought.
According to Xiu, the City of the World didn’t exist on Earth before.
The twenty-two sages lived on Earth, guarding the Seven Continents and Four Oceans.
Then sothing happened, and the twenty-two sages moved a portion of human civilization’s fire here, naming it the City of the World for developnt.
Until now.
What that event was, Xiu kept silent.
Ying Zijin pressed against her brow.
**
On the other side.
Inside the private compartnt.
The atmosphere was tense and oppressive.
"Mo Feng, I know you value your students, I do too." Dean Norman adjusted his glasses, "Have you really understood the ins and outs of this matter?"
"Got it." Mo Feng frowned, "The student from the biogenetics institute just jamd the component channel, they didn’t even make a move."
"Besides, we already have many conflicts with the biogenetics institute. Jamming their component channel, they can tell the instructors, there’s no need to retaliate directly, it only escalates the conflict."
The engineering institute’s developnt outlook is better than the biogenetics institute’s, but because the biogenetics institute is backed by sages, they’re always a notch weaker.
Mo Feng, believing not to confront the biogenetics institute head-on, naturally decided to back down in these matters.
"Tell the instructors?" Dean Norman chuckled, "Instructor Mo Feng, if they really told you, would you truly help them?"
Mo Feng choked.
If Group B sought him out, he’d simply say they were not as skilled and lacked higher-level accounts.
Ying Zijin wasn’t Bier, why should he care?
"In this matter, Ying Zijin and Ye Siqing did nothing wrong." Dean Norman gazed directly at him, "Alright, now go outside and apologize to them."
Mo Feng was stunned: "Dean Norman?"
"Apologize." Dean Norman stood up and pushed open the compartnt door, "Go apologize."
In full view of all the students, Mo Feng took a deep breath and walked up to Ying Zijin.
In the end, he bowed down, lowering his head: "I’m sorry."
Ying Zijin looked up and glanced at him: "It’s okay."
Mo Feng’s fingers clenched till they creaked as he walked to Ye Siqing and other Group B mbers to continue apologizing.
Having been in the engineering institute for so long, he truly hadn’t encountered such a situation.
"Bier, let’s go." Mo Feng deliberately glanced at the girl, indifferent, "Submit the experintal project the day after tomorrow, the W network will broadcast live, prepare well."
So people’s true colors are about to show.
Bier stood up and followed Mo Feng.
They hadn’t left yet when a knocking sound echoed "knock knock."
A steward-like person stood at the door, very apologetic: "Sorry to interrupt, is Miss Ying Zijin here? I’m here on orders to deliver sothing to you."
One sentence caused everyone in the laboratory to turn their heads.
Including Dean Norman, all were very surprised.
The City of the World’s technology had advanced to the point where couriers weren’t needed, with delivery boxes everywhere.
As long as deliveries are placed in the box, there are specialized transport tracks and machines to convey them across the City of the World, convenient and rapid.
What kind of thing still necessitates a person to bring it?
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