Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 603 They directly invited Yeh Xingli?! 【1 more】

Chapter 603: 603 They directly invited Yeh Xingli?! 【1 more】

The submarine project was overwhelmingly vast, and the scarcity of researchers joining the project only exacerbated its sluggish progress.

Today, under Pei Nanze’s obstinance, he took more than a dozen team members away from the project group, which was a heavy blow to the team.

Gathering more personnel would require several months of assessment.

Academician Wu was also worried about this.

But now, Ye Wanlan said there was one person who could match a hundred?!

Academician Wu knew Ye Wanlan wasn’t one to boast, she thought briefly and smiled, "Then let’s wait for Wanlan to bring this person over. Meanwhile, everyone else should continue with their duties."

Once Academician Wu had spoken, everyone else nodded and returned to their workstations with their own thoughts.

Wan Lingyu took out her phone, giddy, and sent a message to her mentor.

[Wan Lingyu]: Teacher, I learned a big secret today!

[Master of Extinction]: ?

[Master of Extinction]: You better have something real.

[Wan Lingyu]: Professor Yuwen can be deflated too! First-hand gossip, want to hear?

[Master of Extinction]: Tell me, I love to listen.

Meanwhile, Pei Nanze had already returned to Yunjing University.

His mentor was surprised to see him, "At this time, shouldn’t you be conducting experiments?"

Pei Nanze, somewhat irritated, recounted what had just happened.

"Nan Ze, why did you just leave?" his mentor frowned at him, sighing, "Do you realize the sensation it would cause if the submarine project is successful? You’re being foolish!"

Pei Nanze was only 24 this year but was already pursuing a doctorate, and his future achievements were bound to be limitless.

His mentor had recommended him to join Academician Wu’s research team to steer him towards a better future.

His withdrawal, then, left which other research project that could compare to the submarine?

"Teacher, you know my temperament and personality," Pei Nanze said blandly, "I can’t stand sand in my eyes, and besides, with Professor Wu’s actions, this project is doomed to fail."

"Sigh, Nan Ze, you’re too impulsive, you..." The mentor didn’t know what else to say.

He truly understood Pei Nanze’s temperament, knew his student was incredibly stubborn; once he decided on something, not even a hundred horses could pull him back.

"Well, it’s fine," the mentor sighed deeply, "Another project has been eyeing you. You should go there."

Pei Nanze nodded, "Alright."

He did not regret leaving the submarine project.

Because he knew the project was severely understaffed, eventually, the project team would have to invite him back.

Pei Nanze was indifferent, not caring at all.

After making arrangements with Ye Wanlan, Yeh Xingli took a leave of absence from the president, packed up simply, and immediately boarded a private plane to Shenzhou.

Following the address given by Ye Wanlan, Yeh Xingli made his way to the Lin Mansion.

"Here you are," Ye Wanlan nodded to him, "I’ve prepared a guest room for you, and rest assured, your safety is guaranteed while you stay here."

Yeh Xingli nodded, "Of course, I trust you completely!"

"Ah Lan’s friend has arrived?" Lin Huaijin, hearing the noise, came out, "Come in."

He sized up Yeh Xingli, staring at his bird’s nest-like hair for a long time.

Yeh Xingli was very courteous: "Thank you, Sister Lan, thank you, uncle."

Lin Huaijin was puzzled: "Sister Lan?"

He saw although Yeh Xingli was young, he was definitely older than his niece, so how could he call her "sister"?

"Uncle, it’s the way of Jianghu," Ye Wanlan said calmly. "It’s just a form of address; no need to fuss over it."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yeh Xingli nodded vigorously. "We, the children of Jianghu, are not concerned with trivial matters!"

Lin Huaijin: "..."

Anyone who didn’t know better would think it was still three centuries ago!

He thought that this boy, who appeared very well-behaved, was somewhat abnormal mentally.

But Ye Wanlan had mentioned that this boy studied engineering and was especially skilled in physics and space exploration technology, which quite commonly accompanied mental eccentricities.

"You two chat," Lin Huaijin said with a smile. "I’m going to play a few games of chess with Xiao Yan."

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Uncle, since when did you become so good at chess?"

Her usual recreational activities with Yan Tingfeng involved either playing chess or her playing the flute while he played the flute; thus, she was quite familiar with Yan Tingfeng’s chess skills.

"My chess skills have always been good!" Lin Huaijin glared, "Don’t think just because I’m old that Xiao Yan can beat me at chess."

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment, "I understand, go ahead then."

Lin Huaijin happily walked away.

"Sister YN, what did you need me for?" Yeh Xingli collapsed onto the sofa. "My ancestors are from Shenzhou, yet I rarely come here. This time it almost feels like ’a soul returning to its origin.’"

"’A soul returning to its origin’ refers to someone unfortunate dying abroad and their body finally returning home," Ye Wanlan glanced at him. "You’re still alive, that idiom doesn’t apply here."

Yeh Xingli: "..."

He wasn’t a cultured person anyway; it wasn’t important!

"It’s nothing important, just something you might be interested in." Ye Wanlan gently placed the submarine blueprint in front of him. "Want to take a look?"

"What is this?" Yeh Xingli took it, and in the next second, his eyes widened.

To him, the blueprint was supremely beautiful.

Yet, the longer Yeh Xingli looked at it, the more something seemed off. Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead. "Is this the real blueprint from the ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon’?"

"Oh?" Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed slightly, "It seems you’ve seen the blueprints from the International Strategic Studies Institute."

"I have," Yeh Xingli slowly nodded. "But there were some parts in the blueprint that seemed mislabeled, preventing progress in experiments. The researchers who were still working on this project have stopped using this blueprint."

After a pause, he took a deep breath. "What a ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon,’ truly worthy of Emperor Tianqi!"

"Yes, I’ve also been wondering what exactly happened before the Grand Ancestor ordered the compilation of the ’Tianqi Grand Ceremony,’" Ye Wanlan said lightly. "The technologies in the ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon’ surpass those from six hundred years ago by far. Even with limitless human imagination, they couldn’t be described so precisely."

Yeh Xingli pondered for a moment. "Sister YN, you must know a lot about quantum entanglement. I guess, just a guess, that the Grand Ancestor might have dreamt of future things in his dreams, or someone foresaw them, so they were written down in advance."

"In this vast world, anything is possible," Ye Wanlan murmured softly. "The foresight of the Grand Ancestor is beyond us too."

Her father, Zhaozong, had the utmost admiration for the Grand Ancestor, and naturally, so did she.

This admiration reached its peak after she encountered a thread of the Grand Ancestor’s spirit left behind at the Phoenix Origin Pagoda.

If the Grand Ancestor hadn’t been so foresighted to hide the true ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon’ beneath the Phoenix Origin Pagoda, then Shenzhou’s secrets would have been completely stolen by the Global Center.

Yeh Xingli asked seriously, "Sister YN, are you asking me to join this project?"

"Yes, help out," Ye Wanlan smiled. "What do you think?"

"I think it’s wonderful!" Yeh Xingli jumped up excitedly. "But my identity... Sister YN, can you ensure that the Yunjing Research Institute won’t suspect you?"

"They won’t," Ye Wanlan replied calmly. "Even if they do, I have ways to handle it and will protect you."

"Then there’s no problem," Yeh Xingli said decisively. "Sister YN, when do we start? I can’t wait."

For researchers like him, experiments were their obsession and love; they wouldn’t hesitate to give their lives for them.

"So eager?" Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows. "Then let’s go now, get in the car."

Yeh Xingli happily followed Ye Wanlan into the car.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the destination, and Yeh Xingli was leaning against a tree, vomiting, not at all in high spirits.

"Old Wu, I’ve brought the person," Ye Wanlan first dialed Academician Wu’s number. "I’ll need you to take him inside."