A taxi was speeding, its exhaust pipe kept spitting hot air back, and its anti-skid tires rolled over the dark road still covered with residual snow, raising a little bit of frozen muddy water.
In the back seat of the car, Cheng Lin leaned leisurely on the soft armchair, flipping through a magazine he bought at the airport.
After getting used to using his mental power, he found that it became easier.
He can even hold a book with hundreds of thousands of words in his hand, flip through it, and record all the words in his mind.
Even without turning the page, just holding a book in your hand can achieve a similar effect, but it is a little slower.
"Well...it's true. Quantum reading..." Cheng Lin laughed at himself silently.
He wasn't sure whether all practitioners of the perception system could do similar things after reaching high levels.
But this is undoubtedly an extremely time-saving thing.
Of course, recording is one thing, understanding is another.
This time cannot be shortened significantly.
Cheng Lin closed the magazine and turned to look at the desolate fields outside the window, feeling extremely peaceful in his heart.
The return of his father is really something that makes people a little confused, both for him and for him.
After not seeing each other for three years, both father and son have undergone tremendous changes. This does not mean that they can completely let go of their past feud overnight, especially...the death of their mother was, after all, an obstacle between the two men.
This will all take time to resolve, but at the moment, it seems that there is plenty of time left for them.
Cheng's father is still in the prime of life and is still very early to retire. Now he finally returned to China, communicated with the Special Agents Department, and finally received another letter of appointment.
In the next few days, according to the procedures, I need to stay in the capital to make some file changes, change of nationality, etc. Some basic procedures still need to be completed.
After that, Cheng's father should choose to stay in the capital, or go to the magic city to enter a research institution to do some management work - Xia State is still in the catching up period in terms of psychic gene research, and Cheng's father has been under the influence for three years, even if he avoids Cheng
Regardless of Lin's identity, he is an out-and-out talent, so he will not waste it.
This arrangement is very good and everyone is very satisfied.
Of course, Cheng Lin also found some meaning of "hostage" in this.
The word was a bit serious, but he didn't find it objectionable.
From any point of view, Cheng Lin never intended to abandon Xia Guo and surrender to the enemy... As long as the superiors did not deliberately mess with him, he was willing to continue to cooperate.
Of course... come to think of it, no one would deliberately target a powerful seventh-level person.
As for himself...according to the contract, he needs to return to the Ninth Academy to complete his graduation, and then join the First Division and officially take office.
This is also the reason why he only stayed for less than a week after Christmas before returning to Liao Province.
The college's graduation ceremony is about to be held.
"Graduation..." Cheng Lin sighed silently, feeling very complicated.
Immersed in this emotion, the taxi quickly arrived at the entrance of the college. Cheng Lin paid the fee, and then the guard opened the door without swiping his card. Obviously, he had already reached the stage where he could scan his face.
"Is Huang Yin in the college?" Cheng Lin passed the door, thought of something, turned around and asked, and then saw the guard standing up straight, "President Huang went to the province to handle business, and he is not here for the time being.
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"Okay, thank you." Cheng Lin smiled and left.
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According to the date, the graduation ceremony will be held the day after tomorrow. Counting on my fingers, there is only the last day and a half left.
Cheng Lin didn't waste any time and immediately sent a message to the "Jiyingsha" group and then summoned the members to meet.
Speaking of which, he is a bit ashamed of what he did as the president. Shenlong never sees the end. Most of the affairs within the club are taken care of by a few vice-presidents.
In the office.
When Cheng Lin sat at the head seat of the long conference table with some strangeness and saw the familiar members, his heart that had no place to rest suddenly felt at ease.
"Why are you so serious?" Cheng Lin looked at the other people at the long table with a smile, and found that they were no longer as cheerful as before, but a little more reserved.
Everyone looked at each other and said nothing, obviously because of Cheng Lin's change in identity.
After a few seconds of silence, it was Sun Xiao who broke the silence. He suddenly blinked and glanced at Cheng Lin:
"President, have you gotten any benefits from being in the capital these days?"
After saying that, he moved forward and the serious atmosphere was completely destroyed.
Xiao Ningyu glared at him: "Can't you ask some lofty questions?"
"Then you ask!" Sun Xiao was unhappy. He felt that his question was quite lofty.
Xiao Ningyu frowned and opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn't think of anything.
However, after what they did, the atmosphere became a lot lighter.
Cheng Lin said with a smile: "There must be benefits."
"What's the benefit?"
A group of people suddenly became curious, and when Cheng Lin finished explaining his situation, the whole office became excited.
"Deputy minister level? Deputy head of the first department? Commander? How many levels have you been promoted in a row?"
"It's unreasonable to attack people. If you have grandchildren, how can you survive?"
Sun Xiao took the lead in wailing, looking as if he was seeking death and survival.
But Fu Zhongting suddenly blinked and said, "There should be some people in our current generation who will be transferred to the first division, right? From now on... ahem."
As soon as he mentioned it, the eyes of those who were ranked in front of the academy in terms of strength suddenly lit up.
If you go in from now on, won't it be a great backer?
Cheng Lin could see the thoughts of these people at a glance and couldn't help laughing, shaking his head and saying nothing. He didn't have any Xiaoshantou thoughts. In the end, strength speaks for itself in practice.
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The meeting went on and on and inevitably turned into a dinner party.
When Cheng Lin returned to his dormitory, he happened to receive a message from Wang Daming in the group.
It probably means that the last practice class is tomorrow morning. I hope everyone will arrive on time.
Sitting on a sofa alone, Cheng Lin looked at the screen of his mobile phone and smiled slowly.
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The next day, at 6:30 in the morning, Cheng Lin woke up from bed. He did not get up, but enjoyed the long-lost tranquility. He stayed in bed until 7:30, then got up and washed up.
Then I went to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then arrived at the classroom.
The door of the large classroom was open. Cheng Lin walked in and saw densely packed students sitting on futons.
Today, everyone is neatly dressed in college uniforms and chatting with others around them. The air is filled with a restless atmosphere.
In order to prevent everyone's atmosphere from becoming weird due to his presence, Cheng Lin deliberately used "closed perception" to reduce his sense of presence, and then entered the classroom without causing too much sensation.
Then he found a familiar empty seat, sat down cross-legged, and noticed a familiar gaze.
He turned around and looked over, and saw Huabei, who still insisted on wearing bare-legged artifacts and skirts even in winter, looking at him quietly.
"Is there something on my face?" Cheng Lin subconsciously touched his face.
Then I heard Hua Bei say: "No..."
At this time, the classroom suddenly became quiet. Cheng Lin and Hua Bei looked over and saw Wang Daming, who was dressed meticulously, walking in. Well, he had been promoted to the third level.
Wang Daming looked around at everyone and said as usual: "Class."