Chapter 57

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi went to the Saint Qiao Kingdom every night to learn body techniques from Holy Knight Grendel for 30 hours, and with a time difference of about three times, it was equivalent to gaining nearly 20 extra hours of thinking time.

He used this time to think about concrete matters to guide his future development and prioritize, and in the remaining time, he constantly communicated with Xin Biyou Company and asked his younger sister about relevant knowledge.

Chen Rongxi's computer foundation was quite solid; although her self-taught supercomputer part was not profound, it was truly sufficient. As a result, the negotiation progress was fast, and both sides quickly entered substantive consultations. What was lacking instead was the several million yuan down payment.

As for this, Chen Yi didn't care much; he still did what he should do and didn't deliberately seek money. The saying that a penny can kill a hero exists because heroes have always been poor since ancient times—the rich are not benevolent, and unbenevolent rich people always have various ways to make money, whether it's stories of making something out of nothing or moving a thousand pounds with four ounces; these are exactly the capital and foundation they use to show off.

At worst, asking his parents for several million yuan didn't seem like a big deal to him. Chen Congyu got another 50 million yuan credit line from the bank again, the funding problem was temporarily relieved, and the Chen Family immediately entered a position where they could attack or defend, with no worry of immediate bankruptcy and reduced imminent financial pressure.

Under such circumstances, if merely to show his strength and independence, he used three times or even thirty times the time and energy to save money for his parents that didn't affect the small picture, it absolutely was not Chen Yi's worldview.

In just ten days, Chen Yi traveled back and forth to the Saint Qiao Kingdom nine times, never empty-handed, always bringing at least one box, at most two boxes of paper over, and bringing back various scrolls and potions that simply couldn't be used up, so he could only hide them as reserves. Even so, there were still over 8 million gold coins that couldn't be consumed, left in the account.

This was still when he didn't take enough supplies each time; later, he only chose cheap and familiar paper to take to the Saint Qiao Kingdom, too lazy to buy and carry perfume, spices, and so on.

His casualness had a huge impact on the mages.

Every two or three days, thousands or tens of thousands of scroll materials entered the warehouse, simply something one wouldn't dare to imagine. The elemental substrate even surpassed years of accumulation in one go.

Timothy was secretly delighted and also fearful. He was happy about the endless scroll materials, like being pressed by a beautiful chest, making one dizzy with happiness—asking a Holy Knight to teach, actually having such a good additional benefit—he now understood why, in the notes of the previous generation of mages, whenever mentioning the master, they were not only full of reverence but also words of joy. As for his fear, it was nothing more than worrying that the good times would end; having gotten used to such a speed of material accumulation, returning to the era of accumulating over a thousand scrolls per month would truly make one spit blood.

Filled with various happiness and worry about owing gold coins, Timothy must certainly urge Holy Knight Adult endlessly to do his best to keep the master, making him feel the value of the training.

At this critical moment of the kingdom's survival, Grendel also knew its importance; usually he exerted twelve percent of his spirit, striving to improve training effectiveness, trying to let the master feel the benefits of training in a short time. He also understood that for a beginner, having achievements and showing results was more useful than saying many words.

As a Holy Knight famous throughout the entire continent, Grendel, who stood out from tens of millions of people, had a level of martial arts that, compared to sports experts on Earth, was like Einstein compared to middle school students.

They were an entire race, striving to develop martial arts under the threat of national destruction and racial extinction. Except for a few children with magic talent, almost everyone took becoming a knight as their lifelong goal. Under such pressure and competition, Grendel, who became a Holy Knight, after thinking hard and meditating for over half a month, came up with a design plan that could be said to completely transcend the era.

He did not make major changes to the existing training model, but in rhythm and method, there was a completely different manifestation. This change was essentially a development. It completely matched Chen Yi's physical quality and tolerance, and continuously improved with the increase of training time and frequency.

Such treatment could be said to be something no one had ever received; not even Grendel's own children had this qualification.

With the passage of time, Grendel's plan became more and more complete and perfect. Even Chen Yi, after just a few days, clearly felt the improvement in effect. He tested his own sprint results, already reaching under 12 seconds for 100 meters, vertical jump over 60 centimeters, and bench press nearly 100 kilograms.

How long had it been? Even calculated by the time of the Saint Qiao Kingdom, it was only a little over a month. From a middle school student with normal physical condition, he had already become excellent even among provincial athletes. This level was nothing in the eyes of world-class athletes, but placed on those second-rate athletes domestically, it was still quite impressive. Especially the short-term training increase, it absolutely exceeded the standard value.

Chen Yi thought it was the miraculous effect of the Saint Qiao Kingdom's training; how did he know that he only trained for "thirty hours every day," while Holy Knight Grendel used two or three days to summarize experience and calculate data? He even found dozens of children with physical conditions similar to Chen Yi for detailed analysis.

With such treatment, how could one not get the best results?

During holiday life, no matter what one did, the clock hands flew by quickly.

Luo Xiaoshan, who stayed home all day playing Magic Knight, came to the Chen Family house, nodding and shaking his head, looking around, and seemingly excitedly said: "A Yi, have you heard that He Tao was arrested?"

"What happened?" Chen Yi naturally knew, but this matter was not glorious, and no one knew it was related to him.

Luo Xiaoshan said with admiration: "Fortunately I listened to you and destroyed the headphones. I thought at the time, safety first, at worst I'd accompany them to lose money, but who would have thought no one dared to come ask for money."

Chen Yi laughed heartily. Fat people are easily timid, and Luo Xiaoshan was no exception. Tell him there's danger, even without saying what kind of danger, he would obediently do as told—contrasted with the brainless women in TV and movies who always want to know the truth; too little body fat indeed cannot supply enough brain consumption.

Luo Xiaoshan added: "He Tao's side has been released, but I heard that it seems his father went in instead."

"Oh?" This was something Chen Yi didn't know.

Chen Congyu and Chen Guoliang didn't want to tell him everything about this matter.

Luo Xiaoshan was very proud of his information volume; without being asked, he crackled on: "I heard that the account He Tao often used money from was from overseas. Later it was exposed that the account was actually his father's private treasury, so after all this back and forth..."

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows; he didn't expect that from just a simple sentence, his uncle and others could bring out so many elements.

However, this already belonged to the scope of attack. The He Family was ashamed and angry; who knew what trouble they would stir up again? Chen Yi wasn't worried; presumably they had made preparations to deal with it.

Luo Xiaoshan didn't know the ins and outs of the matter; seeing Chen Yi's gloomy face, he suggested: "Shall we go take a look at Jiangning University? I also signed up for their mechatronics engineering, and just happen to see our future dormitory."

"Just look at the dormitory?"

"And take a look at the classroom by the way."

"I think you're too lazy to even go look at beauties now." Chen Yi knew his recent obsession with Magic Knight; that gaze was as focused as gamma rays, how could shabby buildings block it.

Luo Xiaoshan scratched his head, showed his buck teeth and laughed twice, hands on hips, striking a widened Superman pose: "You read me right. Just looking at beauties alone can't urge me to run 40 kilometers."

"What's the second thing?"

Luo Xiaoshan put on the appearance of a virtuous wife and filial son, saying: "We haven't seen Professor Hu for so long; I was thinking we should go visit him."

Chen Yi's skeptical look seemed to solidify like paint.

Luo Xiaoshan laughed again, scratched his head again, finally drooped back to his normal lewd appearance, saying: "I picked up a thing recently; the more I look at it, the more it doesn't seem right. I was thinking of asking Professor Hu to take a look..."

"Fat people just like to spend money recklessly." Chen Yi glared at him. Whether before or now, he didn't believe in antiques. He frowned and asked: "This leak, how big was it when it came into your hands?"

"Maybe tens of thousands."

"So little?"

"Maybe over a hundred thousand more." Luo Xiaoshan said unwillingly, domineeringly transforming into a green giant: "Just say, are you willing to go or not?"

Chen Yi sighed and said: "Then let's go."

Luo Xiaoshan immediately smiled again, looking like a Kangfu version of Doraemon.

After riding in the car for half a day, they arrived at Jiangning University in the afternoon.

Luo Xiaoshan tightly held a strange box, nervous and excited, like a bride in a flower sedan, urging Chen Yi: "You call Lu Fan first to ask where the professor is, so we can save time."

"How do you..." Chen Yi said half a sentence, shook his head, and said: "Forget it."

He obediently made the call, and after a while said: "Experimental Building."

The two rushed off again.

Among Professor Hu's graduate students, Lu Fan was implicitly the big brother image. To other graduate and undergraduate students of the Archaeology Department, he was a majestic Student Council Cadre, a great proletarian warrior, and a capable Senior Brother.

But his attitude toward Chen Yi was completely different, mainly coming from their appraisal work at Jiangning Museum.

In that short two or three days, Lu Fan saw a nearly perfect appraiser. If the feeling that day was merely admiration, then back at school, starting from a professional perspective, rethinking those days' observations and conclusions, what he saw and thought was absolutely not just that.

As an Archaeology Department student, despite being Professor Lang's proud disciple, Lu Fan still dared not hope that in his lifetime he would one day be able to achieve the same extent. Regarding the precise, near-instrument judgment of a certain aspect of artifacts, perhaps it truly is innate talent.

This kind of dejection and admiration that made it difficult to catch up to his back, made him, when facing Chen Yi, completely unlike a senior student facing a junior student, but more like a student facing a teacher.

Luo Xiaoshan was anxious to go see Professor Lang, practically dragging Chen Yi running forward; the latter, though finding Lu Fan's attitude somewhat strange, also had no time to think more about it.

Rather, it was Senior Student Lu Fan, who all along the way pointed out the path like a guide, and in a trance it seemed like a leader arriving for an inspection.