The two journalists simply took a few sets of photos without conducting interviews or filming any videos and then left with Fang Xiaoyu.
After the office door closed, Bai Mo continued the lesson.
"Alright, let’s continue talking about the physics section. First, let’s discuss the common models of electromagnetic induction..."
The duration of the sa class varies for different people.
For Wu Qingyun, the class passed quickly, filled with useful knowledge, including both review and advanced hints.
For Zhang Shan and Lu Yang, the class felt extrely long. Although these knowledge points were old acquaintances, starting to actually study them, they realized they had beco strangers.
...
"...Okay, today’s lesson is over. The content is finished.
Make sure to review.
If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to leave a ssage on WeChat.
I do offer after-sales service."
Bai Mo announced the end of the class.
Wu Qingyun stood up, holding her notebook, her eyes blank, expressionless, but she spoke very politely, "Thank you, teacher, goodbye."
After speaking, she even bent slightly, gave a bow, and only when she heard Bai Mo say "goodbye," did she take her steps to leave.
The other three students, being more familiar with Bai Mo, were less formal.
Zhang Shan stretched, Lu Yang yawned, and Yu Tingting let out a sigh of relief.
"Haha, finally, it’s over.
There’s no other task today, let’s rest first."
Several old classmates sat in the office, chatting for a while.
"Wu Qingyun went to train again, right?"
"She’s so busy every day, training, studying, psychological counseling, assignnts... doesn’t she have only these four things?"
"And eating and sleeping."
"Haha."
"She’s like a robot; it seems so tiring."
Sitting nearby, Bai Mo caught the word "psychological counseling," wondering if Wu Qingyun indeed had psychic issues?
As a girl about to take the college entrance exam, is she carrying too much on her shoulders?
Suddenly, the office door opened, and Fang Xiaoyu peeked in.
"Huh?
Where are those two journalists?
They said they wanted to co back to this office to take more photos. Did they co yet?"
Bai Mo, Zhang Shan, and others looked at each other.
"No, they didn’t co."
"After leaving with you, they haven’t been back."
The conference room fell silent.
Did the two journalists lie?
Where did they go?
Zhang Shan imdiately took out his phone and called the Photo Surveillance Section.
"Captain Wang, two journalists ca to the 16th floor of Building A to take photos, and now they are missing. Could you please check the surveillance..."
...
The elevator quickly descended.
Inside the elevator, the young reporter wearing a white hoodie held a cara, looking a bit nervous.
"Boss, are you sure this is okay?
This is the Immortal Technique Committee. If sothing goes wrong here, the chief editor will kill us!
Maybe... they’ll even fire us."
The lead journalist, a middle-aged man in a work vest, hands in pockets, looked completely unbothered.
"Don’t be scared of anything.
If sothing goes wrong and we don’t get any dirt, the chief editor will kill us.
If sothing goes wrong but we get so dirt, the chief editor will at most scold us for show."
The elevator stopped occasionally as people got on and off, but seeing the two carrying caras and wearing journalist badges, no one suspected anything.
By the ti the Photo Surveillance Section found the surveillance and traced their whereabouts, they were already taking the elevator to the basent level.
When the elevator doors opened, on the opposing wall, the tal plaque had three large words... "Training Ground."
The lead journalist chuckled.
"This is it. Quick, follow !
Rember what I taught you about the mory card."
The young journalist followed the lead inside, sneaking in like a thief. "That mory card thing" was sothing the lead had taught him... this cara was specially modified with two card slots, each holding a mory card with identical content. If caught secretly filming, they would hand over one card and hide the other in their belt buckle.
...
Turning around the entrance corridor, the training ground was a massive and empty place, with rows of lights on the ceiling illuminating the area. The floor was rubbery with pillars and stacks of strange tal and wooden planks obstructing the view.
At first glance, it looked like an under-construction underground parking lot.
The lead journalist crept along the wall, speaking in a low voice.
"I heard from a tip that their cultivation of Immortal Technique is extrely wasteful.
Today, we’re capturing their waste, understand?
The article will go viral the mont it’s published!"
The young journalist frowned.
"What are they wasting?"
The lead suddenly stopped, looking at a pile of tal scraps stacked like a small mountain ahead.
"Co over here!"
The two journalists squatted in front of the pile, picking up tal scraps and beginning to examine them...
"Aren’t they wasting materials?"
It turned out these were several centiters thick tal plates... Such thick tal plates must be expensive. But they had been cut into Mahjong-sized squares.
"Why are they wasting tal plates?"
The young journalist pulled out his cara and started taking pictures from various angles.
This cara was specially modified to take photos silently; only the slight clicking of the shutter could be heard.
Suddenly...
Boom!
A loud noise echoed throughout the training ground, scaring the young journalist, causing him to drop the cara, which hit the ground with a "crack."
"What the hell, what was that?
Did the cara break?"
Just as he went to pick it up, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.
He turned his head, only to see Zhang Shan and Lu Yang.
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