Night, river dam.
"Yes, this is the jade pendant I sent to you." Jiang Ning answered the call from his parents.
"It didn't cost much. My classmate's family makes jade."
"I know. I will thank him and treat him to a meal later."
"Wear the jade carefully, don't feel bad about it."
Jiang Ning said a few words and then hung up the phone.
His parents are away from home for a long time and only come home during the Chinese New Year. After giving them two protective jade pendants, he can feel a lot more at ease.
Jiang Ning was walking on the road, and the mountain bike beside him was parallel to him, moving forward automatically, which was very strange.
…
The light was on in the room.
Jiang Ning cast two spells to condense water balls, which cleansed his entire body and removed the smell of grilled fish from his clothes.
He sat at the desk, writing with a pen.
Jiang Ning was improving his spell and evolving a spell that could conceal the medicinal ingredients in the Evergreen Liquid.
Jiang Ning used to be a real ascetic monk. During the three hundred years, he spent 90% of his time in seclusion. He created more than a dozen cultivation techniques and nearly a hundred small spells.
He is quite good at this, and combined with the knowledge learned in the present world, it is not difficult to create a spell to conceal the ingredients of the drug.
Jiang Ning screened the spells, and then according to the medicinal ingredients of the Evergreen Liquid, he transformed them into symbols, began to combine them, listed formulas, and carved complex lines on A4 paper.
One page, two pages, three pages, until seven pages of A4 paper were filled, Jiang Ning finally determined a formula.
The next step is to prove the correctness of this formula, and then perform the spell according to the steps to conceal the medicinal ingredients of the Evergreen Liquid and allow it to debut as a cosmetic.
However, proving this formula is not easy. In the past, Jiang Ning often had to spend half a month or even two months to figure out the steps to conduct experiments.
But in terms of time, it would not be able to catch up with the three days promised to Shao Shuangshuang.
But Jiang Ning was not worried. He extended his spiritual sense and scanned Xue Yuantong's room.
Xue Yuantong curled up on the bed, with the green jade pendant lazily nestled against his chest.
A pair of small hands stretched out from the cuffs of her pajamas, holding a mobile phone to play games, and the light from the screen was reflected in her dark eyes.
Jiang Ning sent her a QQ message: "Xue Yuantong, do you think you are smart?"
"Humph, I'm a genius."
Jiang Ning: “Is this true? (Surprised)”
Xue Yuantong: "Hahaha, have you ever seen someone like me who can cook delicious meals, ride an electric bike very fast, and do housework very well... If I'm not a genius, then what am I?"
"Have you finished reading the formula table I gave you?" Jiang Ning asked.
Some time ago, in order to verify Xue Yuantong's talent, he taught her the exclusive formula table that he used to create magic.
"Tsk, I've mastered it a long time ago." Xue Yuantong replied.
"Well, now I have a complicated formula. If you can verify it for me, I will recognize your status as a 'genius'."
Jiang Ning mobilized his spiritual power and sent a few pages of draft paper to the front door of Xue Yuantong's house.
When Xue Yuantong found out, he jumped off the bed, ran to the door in his slippers, and took the draft paper.
"Wait, I'll give it to you in a moment."
Xue Yuantong turned on the desk lamp, bit his pencil, and buried his head in calculations.
After Jiang Ning's spiritual sense observed her efforts, he lit a piece of Soul-Sinking Incense with satisfaction.
This formula is extremely difficult, but Xue Yuantong is extremely talented, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to get the answer within three days.
Jiang Ning was surrounded by smoke, tempering his consciousness, preparing to have a good sleep after refining his consciousness.
Before the incense stick was completely burned, the QQ notification sounded:
"Jiang Ning, I'm fine!"
"Okay?" Jiang Ning opened his eyes, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"I've left the draft paper under the door, go get it." Xue Yuantong shrank back into bed.
Jiang Ning waved his hand gently, and his spiritual power carried the draft paper into the house.
Eight pages of A4 paper, one more page than before.
The extra page was written by Xue Yuantong, but he only wrote a small half of it.
Jiang Ning spent ten minutes verifying the draft paper and found that it was completely correct, without any omissions or unnecessary steps. The exquisite formula was like a work of art, intoxicating.
At this moment, Jiang Ning actually felt that this work of art was silently mocking his own stupidity.
Jiang Ning suddenly felt a sense of frustration. He had not experienced this feeling of frustration for many years since he learned that he possessed the strongest spiritual root, the Heavenly Spiritual Root.
He sent a message to Xue Yuantong with difficulty:
"It only took you twenty minutes."
Xue Yuantong replied immediately: "It was only ten minutes actually. Your handwriting is so ugly that I spent an extra ten minutes to decipher it."
Jiang Ning: …
…
Yuzhou Center, commercial office building.
"The monthly exam is coming soon. The investment here is progressing steadily. You should go back to school." Lin Han was wearing a suit.
"It's time to go back." Ding Shuyan was also wearing a suit, with thin shoulders and a slightly immature temperament.
"I'll assign you to Class 1 of No. 4 Middle School. Fatty Lin and Zhuang Jianhui can protect you."
Lin Han overlooks the city night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window:
"There are all kinds of people in school. Students are immature and ignorant of the ways of the world. With them helping you, I don't have to worry."
Ding Shuyan was silent. In fact, at that moment, she wanted to say that she wanted to go to Class 8.
But she couldn't say it in the end. It was not because she was afraid that her aunt would be suspicious, but because she was worried about Jiang Ning. If he thought that she was provoking him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Extraordinary... The attraction is too great. Ding Shuyan has seen many landscapes and many people in the world, but has never heard of the existence of extraordinary things.
From childhood to adulthood, she has never been so interested in something.
Keep your troops in place and wait for your opportunity.
"I will wait until then." Ding Shuyan remained silent.
…
First day of school, Class 8 classroom.
"Jiang Ning, I wiped the seat for you." Geng Lu took credit while holding a tissue.
Jiang Ning was not surprised: "After the first class, I'll treat you to a meal."
“Yeah!”
When his deskmate Ma Shicheng saw Jiang Ning coming, he said solemnly:
"I heard that something happened in Class 10 upstairs."
Geng Lu interrupted: "I heard that there seemed to be a fight."
"It's quite serious. The man is in the hospital."
Hearing what the two said, Jiang Ning recalled that the incident in his memory seemed to have happened during this period.
Ma Shicheng recounted: "On the last afternoon of last week, there was no teacher for the last class of Class 10. Wu Xiaoqi was on the podium, questioning another student in their class, saying that the student had said bad things about him behind his back, and asked him to give an explanation."
"Then the student denied it, and Wu Xiaoqi kept questioning him. Finally, other students in the class came forward to identify him. Wu Xiaoqi was so angry that he took out a steel bar. You know, the steel bar is the kind used on construction sites, as thick as a finger. He ran down from the podium with the steel bar and hit a student on the head."
When Ma Shicheng was telling the story, his expression looked a little grim, even a little scared.
"A steel bar hit him on the head and sent him to the hospital. Fortunately, the injury was not serious and he has been discharged now. However, this incident has been reported and has a very bad impact."
Geng Lu was a little angry: "It's too rude to hit someone with a steel bar."
"People like this should be fired!"
Ma Shicheng shook his head and looked around, as if he was keeping something secret.
After making sure no one was paying attention, he said, "Wu Xiaoqi's family is responsible for providing teaching materials. He pointed to the textbooks on the table. Do you understand what I mean?"
Geng Lu was filled with indignation and said: "He should be fired even more!"
Jiang Ning knew, however, that Wu Xiaoqi was not expelled but was transferred to another class. Unfortunately, he was transferred to Class 8 where they were.