Dean Norman touched his head.
If he hadn’t felt it clearly, he would have thought it was because he had watched too many old martial arts dramas with his granddaughter last night.
He felt it again, his expression gradually becoming serious, and he quickened his pace towards the research institute.
It wasn’t until he arrived at the laboratory that Dean Norman finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Teacher." Ying Zijin keenly noticed the scratch on his arm, "Are you injured?"
"Oh, it’s nothing." Dean Norman waved his hand, very excited, "Disciple, I can fly!"
Ying Zijin: "..."
As expected, like master, like disciple.
Sinai’s personality after becoming smaller seems to have followed Dean Norman.
"Teacher, I’ll teach you so self-defense techniques." Ying Zijin put down the docunts, "Watch closely, they’re not strong in attack, but useful for escaping."
At Dean Norman’s age, refining ancient martial arts would be too late.
"Oh oh." Dean Norman placed his hands on his knees, "You do it."
The next second, he saw the girl violate the law of gravity, her toe tapping the ground and she flew straight up.
In just a few seconds, she moved from the left side of the lab to the right side.
This laboratory is very large, with a length of up to three hundred ters.
Ying Zijin halted her movent and patiently asked, "Teacher, did you see clearly?"
Dean Norman: "..."
He was completely dumbfounded.
Is this really the strength of his disciple?!
He rubbed his hands together: "How about doing it a hundred million more tis?"
Three hours later, Dean Norman lay exhausted on the ground: "No more, no more."
"We’ll continue training tomorrow." Ying Zijin handed over a candy and specifically encouraged him, "Teacher, keep it up."
Dean Norman: "..."
He finally realized, that wasn’t candy.
**
Three days later.
The annual biggest auction was held at the Lorentz Auction House.
There are only three thousand tickets available for the event, many people couldn’t get in.
But Bier habitually livestread, and netizens flocked to her streaming room early to catch a glimpse of the auction items.
The popularity she lost last month, had mostly co back.
Bier’s heart finally felt a bit comforted.
During the live stream, a conspicuous bold-red barrage suddenly popped up.
[Move to the right! Move to the right!]
More barrages followed.
[Quick, quick, quick, slightly to the right!]
Right side?
What was happening on the right side?
Bier was stunned for a mont.
She couldn’t figure it out, but unconsciously adjusted the cara a bit.
The previously quiet barrage suddenly beca lively.
[Ahhhhh, I see it, I see it!]
[Where did Miss Ying get that outfit? It looks great, that waist, those legs, and that chest, wow!]
[Miss Bier, get closer.]
Bier’s expression changed.
She turned her head and saw Ying Zijin and Ye Siqing, along with other trainees, entering through another door.
"Last month’s flight test ceremony for Group B was a complete success, so the institute’s ntors gave Group B tickets to the Lorentz Auction House." Bier spoke indifferently, "The institute gave B section. I’m in A section; soon you won’t be able to capture , so I’ll film you guys more now."
Section B and section A differ by just one grade level, yet the distinction is significant.
Second-class citizens aren’t eligible to buy A section tickets.
[Alas, even though Miss Ying is excellent, her background still falls short.]
[There are only a few divas in the Circle of the Elite, it’s really tough to squeeze into that circle.]
Bier simply aid the cara at the girl, even zooming in deliberately.
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