Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

After several unsuccessful phone calls, Xu Yanzhi was almost in tears.

No, she's already crying.

He was too young to bear the pressure, and he slumped against the door frame, his sobs echoing throughout the office.

Jiang Lang was stunned. He never expected that the genius boy who was being fought so fiercely by two top talents would be so fragile. He felt embarrassed.

He didn't offer any comfort. Although he didn't mean to do it, he was still one of the instigators.

Trying to comfort him would be like mocking him; Xu Yanzhi would probably just yawn on the spot.

"Answer it for me!"

Xu Yanzhi dialed the phone again.

The call was connected this time.

Bai Zhaoli's voice was languid, as if she had just woken up: "Hey? What's up?"

Xu Yanzhi's voice cracked with emotion: "Bai Zhaoli! How did I ever hurt you? Why are you treating me like this?"

Bai Zhaoli wasn't angry; her voice remained lazy: "How disrespectful! You won't even call me 'Sister Li'!"

"You still want me to call you Sister Li?"

"Didn't you want to cooperate with Professor Su for a long time? And as I said, I definitely won't let you suffer any losses. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Then you can't..."

Xu Yanzhi's vision went black intermittently.

Bai Zhaoli interrupted, "He is also Imo, he saved my life."

Xu Yanzhi was taken aback for a moment: "Who is iMo?"

Bai Zhaoli yawned: "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I'm going to catch up on some beauty sleep, beep beep beep..."

Xu Yanzhi gripped the phone, leaning against the door frame, lost in thought for a long time, like a young virgin who had just been violated.

After a long while, he glanced at Jiang Lang with a complicated expression.

I returned the phone and sat down on the sofa with a sigh.

After tearing at her hair for a while, she rubbed her stiff face vigorously and took a deep breath: "Xu Yanzhi, you can do it! Keep going!"

What?! Yun Jin Lu Xiao Kui?!

He seemed to understand why this guy, who looked like a middle school student, could be called a genius.

It's true that they collapsed quickly, but they recovered just as quickly.

At this moment, Su Yunchang returned and looked at Xu Yanzhi with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with this child?"

Jiang Lang shrugged: "He feels like you've tricked him."

"What's the catch?"

Su Yunchang chuckled and patted Xu Yanzhi on the shoulder: "You rascal! Don't worry, from now on, I'll work with you. Wherever you are in the lab, I'll be in the lab too. My basic theoretical research, combined with the combined efforts of your Xu family's single-star cluster in-depth research, won't be long before we sweep across the entire Qixi University!"

Xu Yanzhi paused for a moment, then asked with some skepticism, "Really?"

"Would a teacher lie to you?"

"I mean, at your age, is your body still capable of handling it?"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Su Yunchang patted him on the back: "Come here, let me show you the real stuff from your teacher. It's all classified research, and I've never let anyone else see it."

As she spoke, she pulled him to the computer and opened several papers.

Xu Yanzhi's eyes became more and more alert as he looked at it, and he soon became so engrossed in it that he forgot what the world was like.

Kids are so easy to please.

However, having a mentor in their sixties personally accompany you during experiments is indeed a rare and wonderful privilege.

Su Yunchang tossed Jiang Lang a staff card: "I have something to do today! I'll take your junior brother out to eat later. From now on, all on-campus purchases will be made with my card. The matters of martial arts students and external instructors are yours. I don't care how you do them, just make sure you do everything well."

"Oh! Thank you for the reward, Teacher."

Jiang Lang chuckled and watched Su Yunchang leave.

These two things weren't too difficult for him.

After all, those self-funded martial arts students are out of touch with the world and can't tell the quality of a research group; they're easy to fool.

He glanced at the time, then at Xu Yanzhi, who was completely absorbed in his advanced research.

Okay, we'll eat in half an hour.

Jiang Lang stretched, pulled out his phone again, and opened his long-forgotten contacts. He needed to solve the problem quickly.

soon.

Half an hour has passed, and it's lunchtime.

He stood up, just about to call Xu Yanzhi, when his phone rang. It was Jiang Yi calling.

Why is this girl calling at this hour? Has something happened?

"Hey! Xiaoyi?"

"Brother! Something's happened!"

"What happened?"

"I'm at the mentor introduction meeting now."

Jiang Yi's voice was full of anxiety: "Then the person who hosted the introduction meeting was Professor Hu's junior supervisor. When he introduced Professor Su, he showed your paper. Now the school forum is full of mockery of you. Those martial arts students must have seen it too. Many of them are saying that they would rather die than go to Professor Su's group."

Jiang Lang: "?"

He quickly hung up the phone and logged into the school forum.

As soon as I entered, I saw the pinned post.

[Avoid Su Yunchang's research group. They only have one incompetent researcher who has absolutely no ability to guide martial arts practitioners. Anyone willing to risk crippling themselves can go; they'll all remain silent.]

What the hell!

Hell difficulty!

……

On the way from the laboratory building to the cafeteria.

Xu Yanzhi kept complaining: "Senior, we can just order takeout. Coming to the cafeteria is just a waste of time."

Jiang Lang grabbed him by the neck: "How can this be? Food is essential for life, and takeout is so unhealthy. Professor Su isn't here these two days, you have plenty of time to finish reading his paper, what's the rush?"

"If you don't do the experiment, you're definitely not in a hurry."

Xu Yanzhi grumbled once and then fell silent.

Jiang Lang grinned. This kid was quite stubborn. He clearly had a lot of opinions about him, but he still kept calling him "senior brother." It was interesting.

Xu Yanzhi pulled her hand away from his, looked around at the school buildings, and suddenly asked, "Senior, I've never been to a university before, can you tell me about it?"

Jiang Lang had done his research beforehand and introduced the school with ease: "Our school has three departments: Pharmacy, Weapons, and Star Trek."

The Pharmacy Department primarily improves biological agents derived from various races, using these agents to enhance martial arts practitioners.

Weapon system optimizes individual psionic weapons; the Starlink system is us, so we don't need to introduce ourselves further.

In short, the scores of each group were largely determined by the martial arts competition results.

Xu Yanzhi's expression changed: "What about our group's martial arts performers? Are you going to make me go up to the ring?"

"With your skinny arms and legs, you think you can step into the ring?"

Jiang Lang was amused. This kid was truly like a snake bitten once, now he hears birds chirping everywhere.

Xu Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, but then asked, "Aren't these martial arts students just guinea pigs? The new potion and training method seem to have a high rate of causing disability, right? And this mechanism seems to have a bug. What if someone bribes another martial arts student to go easy on them for the sake of their own team's results?"

Jiang Lang paused, his expression turning somewhat stern: "No! These martial arts students don't have official student status, and they pay for their own education. Although some of their cultivation resources can be reimbursed, it still almost drains a family's finances."

But as long as their grades are excellent, the school will provide them with subsidies and even graduation certificates, completely changing their lives. For many, this is their only chance to rise above their circumstances; what does a mere 30% disability rate matter?

You probably haven't seen what their martial arts matches are like; they're all life-or-death struggles. Holding back could be fatal.

Xu Yanzhi: "!"

He was stunned. He had been immersed in the laboratory since he could remember, only responsible for research. When he had results, he would send them for testing and then wait for the results. He never thought that it would be used directly on a martial arts student who was paying for his own schooling.

This model was too cruel, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

It took him a long time to catch his breath before he could breathe normally again: "So when are we going to recruit martial arts performers?"

"afternoon."

"Count me in."

"good!"

"Where are those martial arts performers now?"

"The martial arts students have their own canteen, which should be located in the southeast corner of the school."

"Let's go to that cafeteria!"

"..."

Jiang Lang glanced at him thoughtfully, then nodded and said, "Okay!"

……

The two walked southeast.

The faculty introduction session wasn't over yet, and there weren't many students from the university on campus, so the further southeast you went, the more lively it became.

The martial arts students gathered in twos and threes, most of them dressed in shabby clothes, and were looking at the campus of Qida University with envy.

Qipu is the core area of ​​Yunjin. Those who can live here are either locals or newly rich people.

Due to security requirements, access requires a pass. Many martial arts students might never be able to enter this place in their entire lives if they hadn't obtained the right to study at a university on a temporary basis.

Jiang Lang grew up in the small city of Liaocheng, and later opened a bar in the working-class area, so he knew very well how much of a shock the environment of Qipu could bring to people.

These martial arts performers mostly had a rough and fierce temperament, which was completely different from the people who lived in Qipu. This difference made Xu Yanzhi instinctively a little nervous, but also full of curiosity.

He suddenly pointed to the plaza: "Senior brother, why are there so many people over there? Shall we go take a look?"

Jiang Lang looked in the direction he was looking and sure enough, he found a crowd gathered around. There was something interesting to see!

"Walk!"

The two walked side by side, jogging all the way there.

Push through the crowd.

They found a tanned martial arts performer lying on the ground, clutching his chest and his mouth full of blood, yet still glaring fiercely at someone.

The man looked familiar; it seemed like I'd seen his photo in Su Yunchang's office this morning.

He Yaozu?

The son of a school board member.

At that moment, He Yaozu was chatting and laughing, explaining to the young man from Lingxu beside him, "We country folk don't know the rules, please don't take offense."

Fuck your mother!

The dark-skinned martial artist spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, "Are you out of your mind? I'm fighting with a foreign race, and you not only don't help me, but you also attack me? Is Yunjin human territory or their territory?"

He Yaozu's smile vanished as he looked down at him, his words filled with disdain: "Narrow-minded! Yunjin has never belonged to the human race, but to all the beings in heaven and the elite of all races. You outsider, tone it down and stop pretending to be a Yunjin native, lest you become a laughingstock among foreign guests."