117: Chapter 88 Attention to Blue Star!
Who is Li Ming?
He’s like a finely-tuned machine_3 117: Chapter 88 Attention to Blue Star!
Who is Li Ming?
He’s like a finely-tuned machine_3 Li Ruoning was greatly surprised.
The logic was sound, but few people were able to see it clearly.
“Here…” While speaking, Li Ming suddenly raised his hand.
At the stairwell entrance, Zhang Huaiyuan was looking around, seemingly nervous and uneasy.
Seeing Li Ming wave his hand, he let out a sigh of relief and hurried over, greeted Li Ruoning, and sat down next to her.
“Order whatever you want, just pick sothing.”
“No thanks, I’ve already eaten,” Zhang Huaiyuan declined.
Li Ming casually ordered a few items, then looked at Li Ruoning, who had excellent eyesight, and imdiately stood up, saying, “I’ll wait downstairs, okay?”
A breeze carried the fragrance of a white lab coat.
“Ming, Brother, what did you call here for?” Zhang Huaiyuan was both anxious and expectant.
“It’s like this, I want to buy sothing, but I can’t really leave here, so I’d like to ask for your help to purchase it and bring it over,” Li Ming said, moving aside as the dishes he ordered were served.
“Buying stuff?
No problem, leave it to ,” Zhang Huaiyuan assured without hesitation, patting his chest.
“You can use the lab’s account, rember to get them to issue an invoice, though you’ll need to advance the funds.
You can be reimbursed after you bring the items here,” Li Ming added, gesturing for Zhang Huaiyuan to eat.
“No problem,” Zhang Huaiyuan said without any hesitation.
He was eager to have more contact with Li Ming.
Although he didn’t have that much money on him, his father wouldn’t hesitate once he ntioned it to him.
“Just let know what you need to buy.”
After discussing the matter, Zhang Huaiyuan took a couple of bites, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He quickly finished the rest of his food and couldn’t help but let out a satisfied burp.
The two n went downstairs, and Li Ming asked Li Ruoning to register Zhang Huaiyuan and report it to the finance departnt.
Afterward, Li Ruoning took Li Ming to the training room.
This training room was even more advanced, and there were many staff mbers on hand to assist at any ti.
“Let’s not go anywhere else for now, I’ll start training right away,” Li Ming told Li Ruoning to go about her duties, saying he would find her if he needed anything.
“Sir, I’m one of the training assistants here, ready to complent your training needs at any ti,” a gaunt middle-aged man approached with a respectful deanor:
“Your information has already been synchronized, and you’re currently using the Thunder Sixteen Forms for body conditioning, right?”
“That’s right,” Li Ming nodded.
“I’ll adjust the training environnt for you.” As he clicked on a console nearby, the training chamber quickly filled with electrical arcs.
Li Ruoning didn’t leave but stood aside.
“That must be Li Ming,” ca a gentle voice.
Li Ruoning glanced over and imdiately said, “Director Luo.”
The newcor wore glasses and a high-necked sweater that wrapped around his neck, exuding an aura that made one unable to help but feel close to him.
Luo Chuan, Professor Wu’s chief disciple, had been with Professor Wu when he was still an ordinary teacher.
“His determination is indeed strong.
I heard that he hardly showed himself on the flight here and was constantly developing his gene seed,” Luo Chuan said, with admiration in his eyes.
Li Ruoning was puzzled, to which Luo Chuan shrugged: “The info about what ship he took, and even the video, have been dug out on the Star Internet.”
She smiled.
“Thunder Sixteen Forms is no simple practice.
The teacher gave it to him without fearing he’d go wrong, how could he manage without soone watching over him?” Luo Chuan complained slightly.
Li Ruoning didn’t speak.
Luo Chuan might say as he pleased, but she could only listen.
“Old Xu, go take a look, you have the keenest eyes,” Luo Chuan spoke up.
One of the staff mbers, who wasn’t young, stepped forward.
“There’s a virtual projection, you just need to follow it,” Old Xu, who held a senior position, grumbled a bit.
“A virtual projection can only show the form, but many details that the projection can’t display,” Luo Chuan emphasized.
Old Xu had already arrived at the training pod, and instead of going in imdiately, he observed through the thick glass pane.
At first, he seed sowhat disinterested, but as Li Ming began to perform the forms, Old Xu’s expression gradually changed, and eventually, he beca entirely solemn, his eyebrows knitting into a frown.
“What’s wrong?” Luo Chuan quickly approached, “Old Xu, how is his practice?
Did sothing go wrong?”
“A mistake?” Old Xu snapped back to reality, his eyes filled with astonishnt, “No mistake?
How could there be a mistake.”
“It’s just, it’s just…”
“What is it?
Spit it out,” Luo Chuan said sternly.
“It’s too perfect,” Old Xu’s words astonished Luo Chuan.
“Perfect to the point it doesn’t seem human-made,” Old Xu’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, “You should know, such cultivation thods are developed through data simulation and repeated human trials.”
“The problem is, humans are not machines, there will always be discrepancies, but his synchronization rate with the virtual projection reached 100%, as if it’s been carved out of the sa mold.”
“No, I need to take another look.” He focused intently, turning on several devices to examine more closely.
About half an hour later, he wore an expression as if his worldview had been shattered.
“How can there be a person like this, are you sure he isn’t a chanical Transformation?” Old Xu couldn’t comprehend.
“Maybe he just is a genius, able to see through at one glance, people recognized by Professor Wu surely have more than just potential for developnt,” Li Ruoning said.
“It’s not about being a genius or not, it’s that kind, that kind…” Old Xu gnashed his teeth, “I just did a bio-electrical current check, and discovered that on every bio-electrical node of Thunder Sixteen Forms, the intensity and timing of his cell stimulation are all perfectly flawless.”
“And as ti passes, his movents didn’t show the slightest distortion, not even in the bending of a single knuckle.”
“It’s as if he’s a machine set to a predetermined program, I see none of the vitality of a genius, only extrely precise movents.”
“And such a scenario theoretically doesn’t exist.”
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