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Chapter 239. Wind Chart (2)

"What's this?"

Jiang Jianxin slowly unfolded the drawing in his hand, his brows furrowing involuntarily. The drawing was unusually large, almost covering the entire computer desk. At first glance, it looked like a topographical map, but upon closer inspection, it was quite different.

The geographical outlines on the map were faintly visible, replaced by countless crisscrossing lines—black, blue, and sometimes solid, like a meticulously woven spider web.

Each line is marked with a tiny arrow, and is surrounded by various professional symbols and numbers, densely packed yet orderly.

"This is the wind track map for the next year."

Feng Shiman, keeping her eyes on the screen, explained to Jiang Jianxin.

He blinked, trying to ease the soreness in his eyes from staring at the computer screen, and said to her somewhat nervously:
"I've encountered some problems and I'm afraid of implicating you. I'm sorry I can't shift the focus elsewhere. Please understand, Sword Master."

Jiang Jianxin just said:

“Someone told me what happened to you, and I understand.”

Feng Shiman said with a hint of melancholy, "You know everything about...my eyes?"

"Ah."

Jiang Jianxin said calmly.

Feng Shiman didn't say anything, but she felt a little embarrassed.

Actually, he didn't want his newly acquainted friends to know about his painful past.

Those pitying glances directed at him would pierce him like sharp knives, tearing open healed scars and making him suffer the same pain he had before.

But Jiang Jianxin was clearly different from others.

The White-Clad Sword Master sat there calmly, without showing any pity in her eyes. Perhaps she didn't care, or perhaps she felt it was no big deal.

She just stared at the picture, pondering:
"You haven't looked at this picture at all. Is it important to you?"

"Correct."

Feng Shiman subconsciously admitted it.

Even if he couldn't see the Sword Master, he could imagine her indifferent expression.

That person was always calm and composed, showing no emotion towards anything.

That day, he invited her to the Electric Power City. Sword Master controlled the swordsman, and blood splattered everywhere on the screen as they fought seven times. Feng Shiman, who was standing behind her and well protected by the impenetrable sword energy, secretly glanced at her.

The Sword Master was wearing black headphones, staring intently at the screen. His brows showed neither excitement nor tension; his eyes were calm and indifferent, yet they inexplicably gave off a sense of rock-solid stability.

Just like it is now.

She calmly sat down beside him, like an umbrella tilted in a downpour, sheltering him from his soaking wet state.

The long-lost sense of security greatly dispelled Feng Shiman's unease, and he inexplicably felt a desire to confide in someone:
"...Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals has been controlling me for more than ten years, and they are still controlling me now."

“My parents both died at its hands—and even before they died, they suffered unimaginable torture.”

Feng Shiman's tone was very soft, but Jiang Jianxin detected a kind of calm madness in it:
“I hate it, I want to destroy it, even if it costs me my life.”

Jiang Jianxin hesitated for a moment before saying:
"Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals... is a force of light."

The presence of the forces of light means that there are many strategists within, and no small action can escape their notice.

If a single wise strategist can manipulate the world through his schemes, how much more so a group of wise men?

"I know."

Feng Shiman said calmly.

"I will be very careful."

Seeing that Feng Shiman seemed determined, Jiang Jianxin knew she shouldn't try to persuade her further. She sighed and said:

"Then tell me, what did you want me to do for you?" Feng Shiman blinked and said:

"Please take a look at this map and tell me what the wind direction will be like in the next year, and whether there are any abnormal atmospheric flows."

"..."

Jiang Jianxin lowered his head and stared silently at the dense symbols and lines of various colors on the drawing.

This is a very professional wind track chart. She recognizes every single character on the chart, but she can't understand it when they're put together.

For the first time, the Sword Master suffered from a lack of education, leaving him somewhat speechless.

Feng Shiman waited for a long time but Jiang Jianxin didn't speak. Seemingly realizing something, she asked:
"Oh, I forgot, does Your Excellency Sword Master not understand?"

"Ah."

Jiang Jianxin gave a vague "hmm" as if he didn't want to admit it.

Feng Shiman didn't think much of it—aside from those who control the wind and meteorologists, probably no one else would study things like wind and cloud maps.

With his eyes fixed on the screen, he patiently explained:

"This is how you read this image: the black lines represent..."

And so, Jiang Jianxin, who had sneaked out at three in the morning to play her older sister's game, sat in the internet cafe and forced herself to listen to a half-hour meteorology class.

It must be said that Feng Shiman's research on wind is indeed very thorough.

He understood the specific meaning of every symbol on the entire wind track chart and could describe it intuitively.

Jiang Jianxin was intelligent and had a good understanding. After listening to Feng Shiman explain it once, she was able to understand the meaning of the wind track diagram very quickly.

She found the wind direction sign according to Feng Shiman's meaning, and then read it to him little by little:

"In June, strong southwest winds moved northward, passing through Runjing City and Qinan City..."

"In July, a cold front from the north moved south, bringing with it the arrival of Tong Adcoel and the reopening of Baifu City..."

"In August, the east wind blows westward, crossing the Cangjiang River and Mingling Lake..."

Jiang Jianxin felt like a weather forecaster, reading the forecast without any emotion.

This drawing is really impressive. Only after understanding it can you realize the incredible amount of information contained in such a thin piece of paper.

Jiang Jianxin hadn't taken the headline seriously when it said it was a forecast of wind tracks for the next year.

She only realized after reading it aloud that it truly was a wind track, with every route and location clearly documented from the beginning to the end of the year, in such detail that it seemed as if she had witnessed it herself.

Jiang Jianxin even suspected that the creator of these blueprints was also a prophet, otherwise how could he have achieved such detail?

"In December, the westerly winds swept northward, across the Andoga Mountains, and strangled the Green Abyss..."

After finally finishing reading the wind direction for the last month, Jiang Jianxin leaned back in his chair and fell into deep thought as he watched the wind.

This information was just flat data to Jiang Jianxin, but in Feng Shiman's mind, a strong wind flowed in circles along the trajectory Jiang Jianxin had told him... until he finally figured out a comprehensive solution.

After a while, Feng Shiman said again:

"Do me one more favor."

He clicked on the camera icon in the upper right corner of his brother's game, and Jiang Jianxin saw weather control panels pop up on both sides of the screen.

This feature was originally intended for photography enthusiasts to adjust the weather and wind direction to create better photos, but it's now clearly being used in a different way by Fengshiman.

"Help me open this camera app, and adjust the wind as I told you in a bit."

Feng Shiman paused and then added:

"The location is also a sea of ​​dandelions."

This is the second update from yesterday, a little late.