Suddenly, there was a black-feathered golden eagle, like a knife shooting in, its wings turned, wind sweeping past, forming an arc.
Under the astonished gazes of almost everyone, it swooped towards Sui Yi.
The wind rose, lifting Sui Yi’s hair.
Yet she did not look at it, just lightly raised her wrist, and the eagle gently grasped her slender wrist with its claws, its wings extending as it stopped, still carrying the wind.
How dreamlike and wild was that scene.
Sui Yi’s fingers grazed the paper, and a thin strip of paper appeared, her finger hooking it before it fell in front of the eagle’s beak.
"Xu, you recognize this, go ahead."
Whoosh!
The eagle nodded, clamped the small strip of paper, and flew away.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Only Mo Ke watched fixedly, and after a mont, smiled faintly.
Amazing, Sui Yi.
anwhile, not far from the main administrative hall, in a grand venue, a group of foreigners were communicating rapidly in English and French. They were students from so prestigious foreign universities, and the core of their discussion at present was about how Chinese students are stereotypically inflexible and poor in social skills...
Su Zimu and Seo Man internally scoffed at this, but indeed facts speak louder than words, China in this aspect truly lags behind other nations...
But it’s not entirely true uh, these yellow-haired monkeys just love belittling the Chinese to elevate themselves, it really is...
Seo Man was just preparing to guide this arrogant group of yellow-haired devils with sharp English.
Suddenly!
"My God!"
"Heavens!"
"What is that?"
Both turned their heads simultaneously to look.
They saw an eagle, spiraling down at breakneck speed, darting towards the nearly full crowd...
Amid the chaos.
One person stood still, allowing it to land calmly on a chair in the front row.
This cold and expressionless young man took the strip of paper from its beak, glanced at it, then took out a pen from his pocket, quickly wrote sothing down, and handed it back.
Clamped in its beak!
Flap!
The eagle flew away again.
With dazzling flair and leaving coldly in pride!
The whole place was: (⊙o⊙)!!!
The arrogant yellow-haired devils were stunned.
Su Zimu and Seo Man exchanged a glance, the forr with a slight smile, said in a lodious tone: "In fact, we Chinese students indeed aren’t very skilled at communicating with strangers, maybe because so advanced individuals have adopted a more natural form of communication."
For instance... eagle ssage delivery.
Aweso to the core! Stunningly magnificent! Explosively spectacular!
Mighty Chinese Empire!
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While the venue was buzzing, the area around the main administrative building was tranquil, mainly because the lady who whistled to summon the eagle had an aura of purification--everyone was speechless or immobilized after she spoke or acted.
Uh, efficiently dominant and cleansing--Liby laundry detergent, you’re worth it!
Of course, the quiet lasted less than half a minute.
That ssenger eagle returned.
The small strip of paper fell into Sui Yi’s hand; she glanced at it, slightly raised an eyebrow, and said: "This manuscript is void, you should seek soone else."
With that, Sui Yi pinched three manuscripts, nodding slightly to Old Master Ye: "Senior Ye, I’m leaving now."
In respecting elders and valuing tradition, Sui Yi was quite conventional, especially as Old Master Ye was of an advanced age, respect was a necessity.
"Hmm, go ahead... Changan is here too, in the dical departnt, if you have ti, visit her."
Old Ye sincerely hoped his sowhat aloof and friendless granddaughter could maintain a friendly relationship with Sui Yi, firstly because Sui Yi was exceptionally rare, secondly because Sui Yi’s friends were individually excellent, with interpersonal relationships that inherently include one another, Sui Yi being one like this, her friends naturally would be too, ensuring his granddaughter won’t be alone when he eventually passes...
Old Ye harbored such thoughts, so he didn’t mind speaking plainly.
"Okay."
Sui Yi knew Ye Changan was here today, as they had contacted each other yesterday, but Miss Changan hadn’t ntioned being in the dical departnt, likely due to so official confidentiality agreent.
Old Master Ye was able to ntion it outright, evidently the confidentiality period was over.
Mo Ke smiled faintly, leaving with Sui Yi.
Clearly, it was no longer a place for "idle people."
Yun Chun and others hesitated for a second but followed suit, leaving one after another.
Once the door opened, those who remained were Old Master Ye and other Beijing University’s archaeology departnt luminaries, Qing University’s organizational departnt personnel, along with Qu Wenxuan and....
One girl.
This girl had always been standing aside, unlike Zhan Yu who was sharp, nor like Bai Renyuan who was gentle and composed, she kept watching coldly, accepting arrangents from others.
Or rather... letting them arrange her as they please.
"Qin Li, I entrust this to you," Bai Renyuan’s pleasant voice ca, Sui Yi glancing briefly, her gaze sweeping past the girl in the corner.
In a white dress, draped with a long garnt outside, upon hearing, she withdrew her gaze from the corner’s potted plant, nodding softly.
Sui Yi turned away and walked out the door.
After a few steps, she placed the three manuscripts in her palm, lightly rubbed them, and the powder fell into the trash can.
Only the sunlight drifting through the glass pronade wandered detachedly through those particles, inclining between his fingers, akin to relentless ti.
Sui Yi suddenly felt this, and couldn’t help a slight furrow of her brow, then looking up.
The glass pronade was long and empty, clear above and below, seemingly connecting Heaven and Earth.
That person standing sideways was gazing at the sky, obviously with glass in between, but she seed integrated into the universe.
Yet you could see reflected on the glass—her profile. (To Be Continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.)
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