Su Yue himself didn’t realize that his phone call had unknowingly lasted over three hours.
He fired more than 200 questions at Yan Dongyan in a row.
Yes.
More than 200.
That’s the difficulty of creating a battle strategy.
And this was after ten years of research; he was rely supplenting and perfecting it. If he started from scratch, one can imagine the difficulty.
But even so, even if it was just a part of the battle formation, it almost drove Su Yue crazy.
This unintended engrossnt actually gave an addictive feeling.
Every ti a problem was solved, Su Yue had a sense of climbing to the peak of a mountain.
But if Yan Dongyan couldn’t solve a problem, Su Yue would feel particularly disappointed.
Yes.
Of the more than 200 questions, with Yan Dongyan’s experience, he could solve more than 150 on the spot.
But more than 50 questions, even an expert would need to study further.
At the very least, answers wouldn’t be available until the next day.
Just like that.
Three hours later, Su Yue finally hung up the phone.
Yan Dongyan promised Su Yue that he would reply within a day at most.
Divine Land Research Institute.
Looking at the computer screen, Yan Dongyan was truly shocked by Su Yue.
Yan Dongyan had to admit that so of Su Yue’s ideas and theories also gave him many new insights.
In recent years, he had been cooped up in the Research Institute doing research, and it had been a long ti since he went to the battlefield. He suddenly realized whether he was out of touch with the latest combat thods?
Yes.
As the war between the Moist Zone and Earth gets increasingly fierce, everything is changing rapidly.
The battle strategies required by martial artists actually need constant updating and upgrading.
In the past, Earth martial artists primarily defended Earth, and the strategies needed then were definitely not suitable for the present.
Now, what martial artists need most are strategies for fighting in the Moist Zone.
Actually, the Research Institute could perceive these issues, but sotis, without fighting on the battlefield, they ultimately do not realize the core essentials.
And Su Yue, having experienced the Dianshi City incident and undergone prolonged Moist Zone training.
So, in creating the Grandmaster Chain, Su Yue had many ideas that were more radical than so of the researchers’ ideas.
This also made Yan Dongyan see Su Yue in a new light.
With this call, Yan Dongyan thoroughly rembered this kid Su Yue.
He was not just the guy who wandered into the Yangxiang Race’s city to steal source minerals; he was actually a tactical genius.
In this regard, Su Yue was definitely stronger than his own father.
Daring to charge into the Elixir Group with a knife and kill, and he killed quite a number of people.
Su Qingfeng, this guy, never considered a way out in his actions.
At that ti, the Research Institute tried every ans to protect Su Qingfeng, but the impact he caused was too vile.
If you think a bit, you wouldn’t be so passive.
"Quickly research it, you promised to help, don’t get ridiculed by people before the year ends."
After a few minutes of wild thoughts, Yan Dongyan put down his current work and began researching Su Yue’s questions.
...
Jiangwu.
Bao Dachang was almost going crazy.
Su Yue was in the room, not eating or drinking, could sothing be wrong?
He sotis cried, sotis laughed.
Sotis he even seed to be throwing things. Could he be going mad from practicing battle techniques?
Bao Dachang tried knocking on the door.
But Su Yue said he was fine and told everyone not to disturb him.
Bao Dachang was restless.
Finally, the door of Su Yue’s dormitory sounded, Bao Dachang practically sprinted over.
A guy with sunken eyes and dark circles like a panda rubbed his eyes as he ca out of the room.
"Su Yue, you... you’re alright, right..."
Bao Dachang glanced inside the room.
Whoa.
Did it snow?
Yes.
Whether on the ground, the bed, or even the table, there was a thick layer of shredded paper.
The paper was so finely shredded, it really looked like snowflakes.
"I’m hungry, where can I get so food."
"I want to cook five pounds of noodles, three pounds of braised at, one roasted chicken, and eat them with lots of garlic. Just thinking about it makes drool."
Su Yue, physically exhausted, very much wanted to eat sothing substantial, like noodles with garlic.
At the sa ti, his mouth tasted bland, and he also wanted sothing stimulating.
So raw garlic was just perfect.
"You’re eating five pounds of noodles? Are you crazy?
"Do you think you are the Carbohydrate Godfather?"
Bao Dachang was stunned by the portion Su Yue declared.
"Brother Bao, quickly arrange it. I’m going out for so fresh air at the door, won’t run away. Oh, and help clean up the room, it’s such a ss, all dirty and chaotic."
Su Yue glanced at the room, his face full of disdain.
Bao Dachang really wanted to slap him.
You tore up how much paper, and you still complain about the ss?
Isn’t it all caused by your own hands?
After Su Yue went down the stairs, Bao Dachang picked up the shredded paper to take a look.
There were so fragnted texts, but not a word could be pieced together, and there were also so things that looked like lines.
Forget it, this was not part of Bao Dachang’s job.
He contacted the service staff to clean the room and imdiately arranged for the kitchen to prepare the al.
Five pounds of noodles, won’t kill you.
Slurp!
Slurp!
The canteen’s efficiency was high, and ten minutes later, Su Yue lifted the basin and started devouring.
Yes, a basin.
A new washbasin, because a bowl couldn’t hold the noodles he asked for.
This guy took a clove of garlic with each bite, and needed Bao Dachang to peel them for him.
After putting down the basin, he picked up the roasted chicken and gnawed at it.
This eating manner... watching Bao Dachang salivate, yes, he got a bit hungry too.
In just ten minutes.
The basin was emptied.
The cold braised at was left as an empty plate.
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