In the early morning, outside the office window, birds were chirping incessantly.
Bai Mo, wearing a black sweater, sat behind his desk.
He frowned slightly upon seeing the appointnt letter from the Committee on his computer desktop, along with an apology letter from Qu Hailou.
"Uh... Academic expert of Sequence Seven?
"So... does this an she’s my newly assigned bodyguard after my promotion?"
Bai Mo looked up and noticed that there was an additional desk in the office.
Behind the desk, Wu Qingyun, with short hair reaching her ears and a blank expression, wearing sports clothes, was doing so howork.
Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth.
What is this about?
Others have a top expert beside the campus beauty.
Yet here, he got assigned a top campus beauty expert beside him?
Oh well, since they’re familiar, it won’t be awkward, let her do as she pleases.
Bai Mo lowered his head, opened the expert database, and started searching for information about "plant roots and stems."
"The Ancient Immortal Dynasty’s literature isn’t reliable, but the current worldly information is much more rigorous, not many dare to speak nonsense."
Plants in the current world differ from those in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, but botany is also very developed, with over 300,000 different plant species recorded, and related research papers accumulated over many years, a vast collection indeed.
He opened the most cited one...
"Learn more, see if I can gain so insights."
The Committee’s requirent for him was to study first, to recharge. Should any problem arise during the production of the Mycelium Healing Patch, they would call him up at any ti.
Thus, the office beca quiet.
Wu Qingyun buried her head in her howork.
Fang Xiaoyu typed away on her keyboard, grinning as she sent ssages to her girlfriends, boasting about her effortless promotion.
In the corner cabinet, a fox squeezed in, leaving only its tail sticking out. It turned out to be Bai Mo’s apprentice, the White Ring, rummaging through clothes in the cabinet... Before long, it squeezed out happily, jumped to Bai Mo’s side, and patted its chest with its fox paw.
"Squeak squeak, chirp chirp!"
Bai Mo looked up to see this creature wearing a black sweater similar to his own, its plump belly bulging.
"Haha, not bad!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
A head poked through the door slit, wearing a smile.
"Expert Bai Mo, have you had breakfast?"
Everyone looked up, only to see the visitor with fine black hair and a clean face. It was none other than Tian Xinghuo!
Wu Qingyun didn’t attend class much, but she knew Tian Xinghuo and was aware of their previous clash. Instinctively, her hand reached for the Immortal Sword standing by the table.
Tian Xinghuo quickly motioned with his hands, "No! No need to be impulsive! I ca to apologize!"
He walked in, holding a family bucket of fried chicken, which he placed on Bai Mo’s desk.
"Last ti was my fault for being rash, I’m really sorry!
"You are now an expert of Sequence Seven, a treasure of our Human Race, I must apologize to you."
Bai Mo couldn’t care less, as the saying goes, one doesn’t hit a smiling face, so he exchanged a few polite words and let the matter slide.
The White Ring tilted its head, glanced at the family bucket, sniffed the warm aroma with its nose... thinking to itself that this guy’s sincerity in apologizing was barely passable.
After chatting for a few minutes, Tian Xinghuo left the office.
But he didn’t go far, instead heading to the first floor, entering Professor Zhang’s room.
In the large office, Professor Zhang was sitting behind his desk working.
"Have you still not contacted that person?"
Behind the desk, Professor Zhang looked up and smiled.
"Sit down and let’s talk slowly."
"That person... cannot be contacted in the first place.
"He is always the one that contacts us.
"What exactly do you want from him?"
Seeing Tian Xinghuo remain silent, Professor Zhang was puzzled for a mont, pointing to two machines by the window, a shredder, and a printer.
"Perhaps you could try contacting the Secret Brain Office?
"Explain your problem clearly, maybe the Secret Brain Office can assist you?"
Secret Brain Office?
Tian Xinghuo recognized the na.
The Secret Brain Office of the Human Race, the highest decision-making body of the Committee, the hidden secret brain of the Committee.
Everyone in that office is absolutely not involved in Immortality, nor will they ever be exposed to Immortal Seekers.
Everyone in that office is exceptionally intelligent, a treasure of the Human Race, dealing with massive amounts of information daily, pondering the psychology and behavior of the Ancient Immortal, evaluating the Immortal Technique Committee and making decisions for the Committee’s actions.
Compared to them, the Committee’s Immortal-Related Personnel, Immortal Technique Committee mbers, and Immortal Technique experts are rely executing the decisions, the hands and feet.
Like Bai Mo, the academic committee mber of Sequence Seven, appointed by the Secret Brain Office.
If Bai Mo weren’t involved in immortality, perhaps he would have already been secretly taken to the Secret Brain Office, becoming one of them.
Professor Zhang pointed to the shredder by the window.
"Write your issue on paper and throw it into the shredder.
"There is a cara in the shredder that will send your question to the Secret Brain Office before shredding it.
"I’ll use Divine Sense to seal this office for you.
"As soon as any Divine Sense invades, I can imdiately detect it."
Tian Xinghuo sat behind the coffee table, hesitated for a mont, then nodded, taking a piece of paper and a pen.
"Professor Zhang, please trouble yourself!"
...
"Isn’t Professor Zhang too confident, will sothing go wrong?"
In the office upstairs, the White Ring handed Fang Xiaoyu so fries, gave Wu Qingyun so egg tarts, and brought the remaining family bucket back to himself, grinning and grabbing a chicken wing for himself, handing a chicken leg to his master.
Bai Mo took the chicken leg, eating it while sensing Professor Zhang’s Divine Sense downstairs like a gentle breeze... He could feel that Professor Zhang had tried his best, using a Divine Sense mbrane glued to the walls, doors, and windows to enclose the whole office.
Yet his Divine Sense was indeed a bit crude, with several loopholes.
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