"So you’re saying you want to look up so information on Chinese dicine, but you don’t know any experts, so you’re hoping I can introduce you to soone?"
"That’s right!"
"? You should know that our school doesn’t have a Chinese dicine departnt! If you were looking for soone in clinical dicine, I could try to help you, but Chinese dicine..."
"I checked. Jinling University of Chinese dicine is less than three kiloters from here! It’s a nationally renowned school of Chinese dicine. Can you contact soone over there?"
"???" The counselor put down the papers he was holding, stared at Chu Bamboo, and sank into thought before finally asking, "Do you have so sort of misunderstanding about ?"
’How am I supposed to find a contact for Chu Bamboo at the Chinese dicine university next door?!’
’Seriously, why does Chu Bamboo think I have those kinds of connections?’
’I’m just a counselor, not so dical professor!’
"Can’t you do it?" Chu Bamboo arched an eyebrow.
"...It’s not entirely impossible!" The counselor pursed his lips. If it had been any other student, he would have already told them to get lost—
But the person before him was the future "pride of the Chinese people" that Zhang Song had ntioned, soone even the principal was paying close attention to.
"I’ll try to make so calls! But this is for official business, right? What is it, specifically?" The counselor conceded but still set a bottom line. He definitely wouldn’t agree if Chu Bamboo was just looking for soone to hang out with.
"...You’re looking for a few traditional herbs? What do you an you have a prescription? Wait!" The counselor was horrified. "You’d actually dare to prepare dicine from an unverified prescription! What’s it even for?"
Chu Bamboo remained noncommittal, simply watching the counselor in silence.
"Alright, how about this..." Now the counselor didn’t dare to refuse. After all, if soone was really going to take dicine, they had to ask the right questions. "Tell your questions. I’ll ask a contact to see if they can forward them to an expert professor at Jinling University of Chinese dicine."
"Okay." Chu Bamboo gathered his thoughts, then described the specific dicinal properties and general appearance of the four remaining herbs. On a whim, he even picked up a pen and, with a few quick strokes, sketched their shapes on a piece of paper.
"This drawing of yours..." The counselor examined it again and again, clicking his tongue in amazent. "It’s beautiful! I never knew you had a talent like this."
Chu Bamboo paused for a mont. He’d almost forgotten. Back in the Dream World, he had practiced and acquired many impressive Skills in his youth, thanks to the unlimited resets—
’Before becoming Extraordinary, his dream mories had been blurry, making it impossible to use the Skills he’d learned! But now that his mories were synced... hmm.’
Chu Bamboo had learned to draw from Xu Zihong, a master of traditional Chinese painting and literature who lived in Jinghai City.
While not the best in the world, his skill was still quite remarkable. Xu Zihong himself had once praised him, saying that if he was a once-in-thirty-years prodigy of traditional painting, then Chu Bamboo’s talent was at a once-in-a-century level. Of course, the man had given him such high praise because Chu Bamboo was constantly resetting at the ti, making his rate of progress terrifyingly fast.
But even if you discounted that by half, it was no stretch to call Chu Bamboo a leading figure among the younger generation in the traditional painting circles of the Daqian Kingdom in the Dream World.
Still, it was obvious he couldn’t expect the counselor to have an artistic bone in his body, or to recognize the exquisite skill and profound foundation behind the casual sketch!
"Okay, I’ve contacted a professor from our school’s dical departnt! I asked him to pass the question along... but I have to say it again, don’t experint with dicine! Be careful you don’t get sick." The counselor was still a little uneasy.
’This guy was clearly going to be the apple of the principal’s eye. If sothing happened on his watch—’ just imagining it made the counselor want to let out a piercing shriek.
"Just send a WeChat ssage when you get the answer!" Chu Bamboo waved, and just as he turned to leave, the counselor’s phone rang.
"?? Principal! Hold on..." The counselor shot to his feet upon seeing the caller ID, a look of shocked surprise on his face. He quickly collected himself and instinctively said to Chu Bamboo, "Wait, don’t go just yet! It might be..."
The counselor answered the phone and held it to his ear. "Yes, yes... that’s right... what a coincidence! He’s right here with now... Chu Bamboo, the principal is looking for you! He said he couldn’t get through to your phone for so reason."
Chu Bamboo: "..."
’It’s probably because my phone is on silent!’
Wordlessly taking the phone, Chu Bamboo said, "This is Chu Bamboo."
"You’re on campus, right?" Li Quanyuan’s voice ca through the phone. "Co to my office now. You know where it is, don’t you? If not, have your counselor bring you."
"Is soone from the National Sports Bureau here?" Chu Bamboo realized what was happening; after all, he had been pretty direct last ti.
"You could say that..." Li Quanyuan paused, then decided to be more specific. "To be precise, people from both the national and the provincial bureaus are here."
"Technically, the proper procedure is for you to go to the provincial sports bureau for testing first. If you pass, you join the provincial team, and then you get recomnded to the national team... But! You said you wanted this done as quickly as possible, so we’ll do it this way."
Li Quanyuan might have been friendly, but his status was extrely high. With him making the call, and with Zhang Song, who already had the right connections, they could indeed bypass a lot of tedious steps. Besides, track and field carried that kind of weight.
After hanging up, Chu Bamboo handed the phone back to the counselor. "Lead the way."
"?" The counselor’s cheek visibly twitched. Staring at Chu Bamboo, he opened his mouth to speak several tis but stopped himself. He had always wondered, how could Chu Bamboo be so calm about this? He himself hadn’t been this composed when facing the principal earlier.
’Not to ntion, people from the national bureau were here! A potential track and field championship... Even just the possibility was like a teoric rise to fa!’
’Their university was quite good, but the job market was brutal these days! If he really beca a track and field champion... it would be like getting a first-class ticket through life!’
Though a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, the counselor ultimately said nothing and simply led the way. At the sa ti, he was wondering, ’Could the principal’s guess have been right? Is Chu Bamboo really the heir to so massive corporation?’
’If that’s true, why haven’t I heard a single rumor about it...’
After mulling it over, the counselor shot a subtle glance at Chu Bamboo and remarked, "You sure are good at keeping secrets!"
Chu Bamboo: "...?"
「In the Principal’s Office.」
Coach Yuan Qiang from the National Sports Bureau and Coach Guo Jun from the Provincial Sports Bureau were sizing up Chu Bamboo with peculiar expressions.
"Pardon ." Yuan Qiang said. After getting a nod of consent, he squatted down and felt Chu Bamboo’s leg muscles. His brow furrowed deeper and deeper. Finally, he stood and said, "Let’s skip the pleasantries and get right to it... Hmm, first, we’ll do a urine test and so other checks, and then..."
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