Chapter 291: When Dreams Gradually Come True in Reality, Will You Laugh?

Feng Ju walked through the campus, lost in thought.

Perhaps it was that inexplicable telepathy between father and daughter; though he couldn't reach her by phone, he found those few girls huddled together, their heads touching, among the teeming crowd.

Feng Ju immediately spotted the back of his own daughter's head among those heads.

The scene looked very warm.

Feng Ju did not go over to disturb her, feeling it was no longer necessary.

Feng Ju silently cursed himself for having lost his mind, to have let his rebellious son's few words agitate his heart.

Actually, as long as he thought a little, he would know that Yu Huai was so excellent and never disappointed him; how could she be crushed?

Since childhood, Yu Huai had been regarded by him as the apple of his eye, and all the love and warmth in the family were poured onto her.

Not only at home, but every teacher at school liked her, and the students around also liked to gather around her.

Since she was born, she had been like a shining gem, completely different from the stinking, hard stone in the cesspit that was his rebellious son.

What was this about overly suffocating love pushing a person into the abyss of despair, like a rotten flower buried in mud by a rainstorm?

Absolute nonsense!

Endless love and expectations would only be the best fertilizer, making flowers grow and bloom more beautifully, right?

"That rebellious son knows jack shit; he just got lucky and was blindly favored by a big shot. With a bit of strength, he dares to lecture his old man. Hmph, this rebellious son is truly unfilial; he's just jealous of his sister. Pitiful and hateful!!"

Feng Ju coldly laughed in his heart, feeling even more that he had never done anything wrong, whether toward his rebellious son or his daughter; what he did was beyond reproach.

"My Yu Huai will surely receive the favor and cultivation of even greater figures in the future, achieving bright achievements that rebellious son could never imagine."

Thinking this, the bit of gloom in Feng Ju's heart instantly dissipated, replaced by an irrepressible sense of ease and pride.

He turned and left, with Dong Ping closely following, asking somewhat puzzledly:

"Captain Feng, is that your daughter? Why leave without saying hello?"

Feng Ju's mood had already returned to calm, and negative emotions were swept clean; he said lightly:

"No need. Time is urgent now. Let all the brothers disperse. Remember the position and angle of every camera. Also, confirm the position of every 【Mask】 once more..."

Feng Ju unconsciously clenched his cold five fingers, and the voice spat from between his teeth was as cold as ice chips:

"Tonight, we start solving cases one by one!"

Feng Ju left too quickly and failed to notice that, among the people diagonally across, a man dressed in casual attire, with a tall figure and a more handsome appearance than in online photos, was gazing at the direction Feng Ju had just focused on with equally deep and love-filled eyes.

The man gently pushed the black-rimmed glasses on his nose, the corners of his lips slightly raised, outlining a gentle arc, and whispered:

"What a youthful and beautiful scene of those girls, enough to move the soul. I really want, want, want to put her by my pillow!"

The researcher follower behind the man, hearing his mentor's whisper as if immersed in a tender dream, trembled in his heart, and his face twitched.

He remembered a passage he had seen online when he was young:

"Wanting to sleep with you is being a hooligan; wanting to wake up with you is being a poet." He had deeply agreed with this at the time, until he met the mentor who changed his life.

The mentor said he wanted to put you by his pillow—was this the bluntness of a hooligan, the romance of a poet, or... the romance of a cannibal?!!

As the researcher fell into philosophical thought, the man gently sniffed the surging scent of the crowd in the air, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The researcher quickly collected his mind, quickly stepped forward, habitually took out a bottle of specially made perfume from his pocket, and carefully sprayed a few times on the man's collar.

The scent of the perfume was fresh and pleasant, containing the essence of various natural plants, instantly refreshing the surrounding air and making it exceptionally cool, and most specially, the perfume was blended with a bit of... formalin water ingredients.

The man took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked gently at the only remaining graduate student disciple he had personally cultivated over these years who made him feel satisfied, and asked softly:

"Where are my cute little ones?"

The researcher put away the perfume bottle, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the roadside drainage ditch, and replied softly:

"The Elite Squad has successfully infiltrated. Mentor's little ones have all been settled. It's just..."

He paused slightly, seeming somewhat hesitant, then continued to say softly:

"This school is now full of cameras, and it's even a live broadcast. I worry... will it be too conspicuous, too eye-catching then?"

The man gently shook his head, but a holy light rose on his face, and he said in a lingering tone:

"My cute little ones, since their birth, are about to make their first official appearance before the public. Such a memorable moment naturally needs a 'Press Conference' matching it to record and preserve."

"I'm not afraid of being eye-catching; I'm just afraid of not being eye-catching enough!!!"

The man explained while turning to reveal a refined smile, his gaze falling on a group of well-dressed school leaders walking toward him.

The Principal strode over in big steps, enthusiastically shook the man's hand, and said with a hearty laugh:

"Professor Zuo Bai, why didn't you notify us when you came? The Martial Dao League finals don't open until tomorrow. We thought you'd come tomorrow morning..."

Zuo Bai politely shook hands with the Principal and smiled sincerely:

"Principal, you're too kind. I came a bit early. I just came to stroll around today and revisit the atmosphere of the school."

"To be honest, since I left the campus and devoted myself to the busy daily life in the laboratory, what I miss most is those carefree times spent on campus back then."

"Today, stepping into the campus of No. 8 Middle School and seeing these children brimming with youthful vitality and full of energy, I feel as if I've been instantly brought back to those wonderful student days of the past. Truly nostalgic."

The Principal laughed heartily: "So it seems the campus atmosphere of our No. 8 Middle School isn't bad?"

Professor Zuo Bai nodded slightly, with emotion in his eyes:

"Indeed. From these children's pure and young faces, I seem to see the shadow of my younger self. Truly wonderful."

The Principal's smile became even more brilliant. He enthusiastically held Zuo Bai's hand, unconsciously adding a bit more force:

"If so, how about taking a photo together with our school's children?"

As the Principal's words fell, the reporters around had already gathered tightly with their photographers.

Zuo Bai seemed unable to withstand the Principal's enthusiasm. He showed the shy smile unique to intellectuals and had to agree to the proposal.

And, saying it was to take a photo with the students, but in fact, as soon as the words fell, a group of school leaders surrounded the Principal and Zuo Bai in the center of the camera, leaving only a few empty spots at the edge of the camera.

The leader of the Academic Affairs Office enthusiastically directed everyone's positions, while turning his head to instruct the person beside him:

"Go pick a few students with both good character and academic performance to take a photo with the leaders."

Zuo Bai stood at the center, politely interrupting the Academic Affairs Office leader's words, casually pointing to the distance, and said with a smile:

"No need to go to so much trouble; those few female classmates over there look quite suitable."

End of Chapter