Wang Dawei was quite surprised and scratched his head, "It started Saturday night, and it hasn’t spoken for two days now."
"The suggestion ca from that Professor Hu. Initially, I wanted to dismiss his words, but he said he’d t you and understood the situation, so I thought about it carefully."
"He suggested that my White Phoenix Parrot should try to hold back its excess energy and not chatter constantly, even if it doesn’t take your special potion. Doing so could create a charging effect, allowing it to use that skill at a crucial mont."
Lin Guang couldn’t help but nod, "That aligns well with theoretical predictions."
After going ho Saturday night, he organized his handwritten notes, converting the two standard evolutionary conditions and background information for the White Phoenix Parrot from the ga into real-world terms as discreetly as possible. He deliberated for a long ti before sending them to Hu Tuzhi.
Then, he received a call from the ecstatic person on the other end, who excitedly kept him on the line for quite a while.
Now it seems that after reading it, Hu Tuzhi directly sought out Wang Dawei.
"Actually, my original idea was to use so of that chili powder to physically block it, but then I rembered what you said."
Wang Dawei raised his right hand, letting the White Phoenix Parrot stand on his arm, showing a silly smile, "You said I can’t rely on others for everything; I have to let this bird figure it out and understand it better."
"It must feel awful if it can’t scream, so I tried a bit of that chili powder myself... wanted to know what it felt like."
Suddenly angry, he gritted his teeth at the White Phoenix Parrot, "Dang it, I got burned so bad—how co you didn’t react at all?"
The White Phoenix Parrot disdainfully stared at his head and squawked loudly, "Dumbass!"
The conversation was so absurdly funny that even Lin Guang couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re really unbeatable. Didn’t you know that bird spirit beasts are almost insensible to spicy tastes?"
"How would I know? All my howork during middle school relied on you."
The two fell into sudden silence, but after exchanging glances, they couldn’t help but laugh together.
Actually, Wang Dawei wasn’t completely hopeless.
At least... whatever his motives were, he had an earnest heart eager to improve and sincere towards his spirit beast.
"I’ve earned my reward."
Glancing at the bored Vishdair, he moved forward, waving to Wang Dawei—even excluding the Explosion Fist skill crystal as a fair trade, Professor Hu had saved him the spiritual material money Wang Dawei would need next, earning him hundreds of thousands of Daxia Coins.
"This is purely an apology!"
Wang Dawei firmly pressed the card into his hand, "Old Deng even warned harshly—if I didn’t get you to accept it, he’d really treat to a serving of vine-tied braised pork when I get back. If you don’t take it, he probably won’t sleep well tonight."
"..."
Given how insistently he said it, Lin Guang could only accept the shopping card.
"Oh, co on!"
Witnessing this, Deng Yifeng suddenly widened his eyes in shock, "Lin Guang, did you get so kind of cheat code?!"
"Did you beco a Miracle Master?"
Hearing this, the classmates around them began to buzz even more than when Wang Dawei won. Their eyes on Lin Guang turned heated.
The so-called miracles are, most of the ti, unrepeatable, yet a Miracle Master can use their abilities to repeatedly create miracles that are seemingly impossible to recreate in reality.
In their view, the awakening of the spiritual attribute by Wang Dawei’s White Phoenix Parrot indeed appeared to be the handiwork of a Miracle Master.
For most people, when choosing between rely a powerful individual and a Miracle Master capable of cultivating powerful beings, they’d often opt for the latter. Moreover, being a Miracle Master is a type of Spirit Master, not a conflict at all.
Lin Guang sighed inwardly: Of course, it ca to this.
But he did not rush to deny this fact.
With the system’s talent, Lin Guang becoming a Miracle Master was practically inevitable; the issue was he’d laid out a plan from the start. The White Phoenix Parrot’s ancestral return and standard evolutionary path had to be kept strictly confidential until Lin Guang was ready, in order to prepare for the lucrative plans post-paper publication. For now, he would use the title of Miracle Master as a shield to deflect attention.
Following which, Lin Guang took a lot of effort to explain that it was the research left by his parents and the results of a Miracle Master Studio he contacted; personally, he was far from being capable of taking responsibility for cultivating other people’s spirit beasts.
Yet despite this, many gazes remained as fervent as ever—naturally, including Lv Rui, who had just suffered a complete defeat.
The entire class of the first-grade was seemingly accustod to Lin Guang’s exceptional nature.
Even if he suddenly beca a Miracle Master or a researcher in the future, it wouldn’t seem surprising.
Wang Dawei’s success lay starkly before them. If Lin Guang could even help a ’pile of mud’ like him get onto the wall, then if they could build a good relationship with Lin Guang and show appropriate sincerity, wouldn’t they also possibly make a spectacular mark?
Once the students cald down, Lin Guang, along with Vishdair, continued walking into the field.
Those about to disperse saw their approach and paused.
Yu Haidong, along with Earth Guardian Doll, leapt down from the ten-ter-high referee’s seat, standing on one side of the field.
Lin Guang brought Vishdair to the opposite side.
She pulled a gun out of thin air, revealing an eager expression, and the rune representing talent in Lin Guang’s eyes began radiating with a dark golden light.
Seeing this, Wang Dawei couldn’t help but ask, "Huh? What’s going on?"
"The instructor and Lin Guang are warming up; didn’t you see?"
Deng Yifeng chuckled, "Lin Guang wasn’t satisfied with just battling us, so he’s taking on the instructor."
"Sigh..."
Wang Dawei suddenly sighed deeply, "Already a genius, so diligent—do they still want us ordinary folks to live?"
"Heh. Of all the people, you, the spoiled and lazy rich second generation, are the last one qualified to say that."
Deng Yifeng shot him a glance, made an international friendly gesture with the others towards him, and walked away.
...
In the research center’s third floor, Dr. Kaiwen, clad in a white coat, sat at the office computer, typing on the keyboard with a contemplative expression.
The screen clearly displayed that on Friday afternoon, equipnt in laboratory B311 and the training room B313 had activation records, with the forr currently in the active state.
"..."
Her eyes lingered on the screen montarily; just as Dr. Kaiwen was about to take action, her phone on the desk vibrated softly. Noting the na on the screen, it was clear the caller was the principal of the Experintal School, Liu Feifan.
Dr. Kaiwen raised her eyebrows slightly and answered the phone.
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