Chapter 32: Only My Unique Method Chapter 32: The Handsome Foreigner

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Jiangning University's century of history had simmered young saplings into ancient pagoda trees, and simmered the broad sunlit boulevard into a quiet lovers' lane.

In many people's eyes, the lush tree-lined paths became deep and secluded, the sprawling teaching buildings became imposing, the clear lake water became lonely...

Xiao Yu mustered one hundred twenty thousand percent spirit, at the level of a five-star hotel applicant, and brought the two into a small two-story building, introducing to the dubious Chen Yi: "Don't look at this building being old; other clubs envy us. Standalone, modern renovation, electronic equipment complete, you could even sleep inside. Non-core members usually never get a chance to come."

The door opened, and inside was indeed renovated very modernly. Looking at the full set of audio equipment, the LCD screen no less than 60 inches, aside from the fruit peels and paper scraps on the floor not yet swept clean, it was quite presentable. Chen Yi turned the thought over and raised an eyebrow: "I bet you paid for the renovation yourselves, right?"

"The iron rooster won't pluck a feather, so we had to pluck our own." Xiao Yu laughed embarrassedly: "Look inside; although we don't have a supercomputer link, we do have large mainframe resources..."

"You have to file three days in advance, fill out a fist-thick stack of forms, two hours max per use." Lin Xiuli undermined him: "The school just gives a name; if you really want to use anything, it all depends on yourselves."

Chen Yi let out an "oh," then narrowed his eyes and smiled: "What's the use of explaining all this to me in such detail?"

"Aren't you coming to Jiangning University?" Lin Xiuli asked back in surprise.

"Still not certain if I can come..." Chen Yi shook his head, turning to his little sister: "How about you? Live here?"

The last sentence was, of course, a joke.

A few young guys who had just climbed out from upstairs, hearing it, got scared and hurriedly climbed back in. Never eaten pork but seen pigs run; Chen Rongxi's name, they had long learned from Xiao Yu and the others.

Little sister, however, didn't mind, hands behind her back, nodding: "Not bad, not bad, I can live here with Han Jie."

Han Jie often visited the Chen family; the two were extremely close.

However, unlike little sister's utter lack of taboos, Han Jie could only wave her hand: "I'm not living here."

"Miss Han's noble person, even in a cramped house, would make the humble dwelling shine." The speaker used strange wording; a glance revealed he was a foreigner.

High nose, deep-set eyes, long legs, long arms, muscular build, and a tall handsome foreigner.

The newcomer's interjection made Chen Yi frown slightly, his inquiring gaze turning to little sister.

The latter also didn't know, spreading her hands in a helpless gesture.

It was Han Jie who laughed lightly, introducing generously: "Everyone, this is Stanik, a Catholic. Stanik, this is Xiao Yu, you've met Chen Rongxi, and Chen Yi..."

"Italian? Often hear Serie A players' names." Xiao Yu familiarly stepped forward.

"Vatican." The handsome foreigner had fair skin, especially eye-catching was his standard build, like a movie character. His face always wore a sunny smile, his right hand extended, clean and slender, with a noble air flowing about it. Coupled with humble movements, he instantly went from knowing etiquette to being approachable.

Chen Yi's brow furrowed deeper.

His grandpa hated foreigners all his life. Under that influence, Chen Yi divided the world's people into three kinds: Chinese, foreigners, and "yang ren" (Westerners/foreigners with negative connotation).

Not of my clan; those he liked were called "foreigners"; those he disliked were called "yang ren".

Without doubt, good-looking non-Chinese humans were almost certainly "yang ren". As for the Vatican or whatever, a tiny bullet of a country, it didn't catch his attention.

Chen Yi disdainfully turned his head away; the handsome foreigner likewise didn't put others first, merely politely came before Han Jie, revealing a human-master-type elite's smile, and said: "A month's separation, feels like a lifetime. Relying on the inspection delegation's opportunity, I came to Jiangning; the plane barely stopped before I came to find you, hoping for a chance to invite you to the delegation banquet."

His phrasing was still odd, but carried a sincere flavor. The girls standing behind Han Jie had stars in their eyes, hands cupping their chests, just short of urging her to accept; even the otakus who had just walked down the stairs looked at the foreign lord with worshipful eyes, feeling his every tone and movement were exquisitely chosen, hurriedly committing them to memory for later study.

Han Jie's face showed a faint smile, she didn't say yes, didn't say no, but turned her head to Chen Yi: "Do you have plans tonight? How about attending the delegation banquet together?"

The handsome foreigner clearly didn't expect a Cheng Yaojin to drop from the tree, and hurriedly said: "Miss Han, the delegation banquet has strict rules; only nobles may attend. My Chinese isn't good, please don't mind; your father is equivalent to a senator or bishop, only then can you attend."

Using bad Chinese as an excuse, he laid out all the restrictions — it could be said he was quite unwilling for Chen Yi to attend the banquet. After all, banquet spots were limited, the purpose clear, invited girls brought their own dance partners, truly a bit awkward.

Han Jie said displeased: "China has no nobles; Chen Yi and I are equal in status; you must apologize."

The handsome foreigner froze a moment, then nodded in acknowledgment: "Since you put it that way, it must be my fault. Mr. Chen, please accept my apology."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply facing Chen Yi.

Such conduct not only didn't lose face, but added impression points.

Chen Yi didn't need to turn back to hear the intake of breath behind his neck — three girls who didn't know where they popped out from had transformed into White Snakes, making excited tongue-flicking sounds as if encountering Xu Xian.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu hurriedly blocked the doorway, chest out, head up: "This is the Computer Association's territory; you can't come in..."

The lead "White Snake" yanked him aside, clearing space to look at the handsome guy.

It seemed this territory was no longer something Xiao Yu could decide.

Interrupted like this, Chen Yi also collected his mood, nodded slightly, and said: "We'll attend the delegation banquet together tonight, Mr. Stanik."

"We" naturally included him and Han Jie.

In terms of bearing and demeanor, the handsome foreigner was long tested, equivalent to the top pick in a beauty pageant. Chen Yi was one is one; though he couldn't be the oiran, he wouldn't appear too inferior.

Chen Rongxi stared at Second Brother as if not recognizing him. In her impression, Chen Yi was always a sloppy, carefree figure; she never expected that facing an international friend, he would actually cut a decent figure.

Bearing stems from confidence. Low position, bend the knee; high position, hold the head high. Chen Yi a few months ago, though a top Jiangning dandy, was ultimately just a dandy. How could he compare to now, holding several scrolls, making him confident, not the least bit timid before anyone.

Stanik had observed countless people; he silently praised Chen Yi's performance, then extended his hand: "Mr. Chen's bearing surely indicates noble birth; you'll like the delegation banquet."

Finished speaking, he turned to Xiao Yu, resolving his embarrassment: "Computer Association... may I visit?"

Xiao Yu's slightly dim expression instantly brightened, agreeing without pause: "No problem no problem, I'll do the narration; we're now inside the Computer Association, what you see now is the Association's main workspace..."

Chen Yi simply rolled his eyelids; looking at Xiao Yu's submissive, bully-meek little-uke appearance, anyone unaware would think he was giving the Pope a tour.

Chen Rongxi made a ghost face, whispered to him: "Feeling ignored?"

"It's you feeling ignored, right." Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, smiled: "Don't know what others think, but your coronation ceremony looks like it won't have a chance to be held."

Chen Rongxi hmphed, then said quietly: "I've long decided, in for a penny in for a pound; we hack the Association's host, they'll be convinced."

"No matter in for a penny or in for a pound, it's all you alone." Chen Yi didn't have a second Skill Copy Scroll; right now even pasting an Intelligence Scroll on him, he's still an atypical hacker, commonly called a player's goods.

The siblings talked, dawdling at the back.

Chen Rongxi sneakily took out her notebook, began scanning and other preliminary work.

Chen Yi saw her excited look and couldn't help shaking his head, while his heart also felt a bit itchy.

He missed, to some extent, that spirit of rampaging across the battlefield, and the feeling of controlling the world.

Don't know whether, in that final moment, the small program planted in the "Siren" had taken effect.

Chen Yi let his imagination run wild for a while. Having the administrator password of a supercomputer versus borrowing permission for a certain terminal of a supercomputer were worlds apart.

"Where's a computer I can use?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Finally couldn't bear it?" Chen Rongxi laughed like a mouse that had burrowed into a sack of rice, shaking her hand as she stuffed a thin notebook to him, saying, "Don't break it; it's been with me for many years."

Chen Yi made an acknowledging sound and clumsily lifted the lid.

Without the Skill Copy Scroll, he could now only proceed step by step according to his memory.