Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 604 Pupil Earthquake! 【2 More】

Chapter 604: 604 Pupil Earthquake! 【2 More】

"Ah, alright, I’ll be right there." Academician Wu hadn’t expected Ye Wanlan’s actions to be so swift, and some doubts arose in his mind.

Could it be that Ye Wanlan had directly invited Professor Yuwen?

However, some areas of submarine technology indeed have nothing to do with the topics Professor Yuwen studies.

Furthermore, Professor Yuwen is always invited to the Global Center, and absolutely cannot spare a long period of free time.

But from Ye Wanlan’s description, this person’s capabilities are no less than those of Professor Yuwen.

Carrying numerous doubts, Academician Wu took his credentials and keys and left the research building.

Over here, Yeh Xingli was still leaning against a tree, having emptied his stomach from vomiting, and he was now throwing up bile.

When he couldn’t even vomit bile anymore, he finally lifted his pale face and said, "Y-YN Sister, your... your driving skills... Didn’t Rich Sister also ride in your car last time?"

But he didn’t see Christine complaining bitterly in the group chat!

As a researcher at the International Strategic Studies Institute, Yeh Xingli’s main responsibility was actually researching weapon equipment.

He prided himself on his resilience and endurance, but even the latest model of the flight attack weapons he had test-flown didn’t make him as dizzy as a ride in Ye Wanlan’s car.

During those dozen minutes just now, Yeh Xingli truly experienced a feeling that neared death.

And just when he thought he was about to ascend to heaven, the car that took him to the brink of life and death finally stopped.

"Um, yes, she rode." Ye Wanlan handed Yeh Xingli a pill, "But the speed wasn’t this fast at that time. I thought since you’ve piloted a fighter jet, you’d definitely be more accustomed to my driving than little Keli."

Yeh Xingli: "..."

His face grew even paler.

He couldn’t get used to it at all!

Before getting into Ye Wanlan’s car, Yeh Xingli thought he would never get carsick.

Now, he realized he was wrong.

"YN Sister, promise me, just drive normally from now on." Yeh Xingli tearfully put his hand on her shoulder, "Please never touch a fighter jet, alright?"

"What?" Ye Wanlan looked back at him, "What about the ten battleships you promised me?"

"They’re still being manufactured." Yeh Xingli fell silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice, "YN Sister, I’ll tell you a secret."

Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Oh?"

"It seems the Heaven-reaching Tower has always been in a state of war readiness." Yeh Xingli said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Over the years, the Sky Tower Master has had the International Strategic Studies Institute step up research on new types of weapons, including but not limited to air and undersea warfare."

"Air... undersea..." Ye Wanlan lifted her head, faintly said, "Looks like, the Sky Tower Master has seen something we haven’t."

The Heaven-reaching Tower was the earliest building established in the Global Center; one could say that the Global Center was gradually built around the Heaven-reaching Tower.

This name itself, Heaven-reaching Tower, comes from ancient mythology.

In ancient myths, people built this tower to ascend to heaven.

And to prevent humans from accomplishing this, the gods made humans speak different languages.

Unable to communicate, humans could not cooperate and were divided, ultimately unable to unite.

And since the Global Center has learned quite a bit from Shenzhou, then perhaps, does the Heaven-reaching Tower also have a similar function?

"Little Keli said that to this day, no one has seen the true face of the Sky Tower Master." Ye Wanlan thought for a moment and said, "And no one knows how long ’he’ has lived."

"True," Yeh Xingli said solemnly, "it’s even possible that since the establishment of the Heaven-reaching Tower, there has only been one Tower Master."

However, as the supreme power of the Global Center, the Heaven-reaching Tower is fundamentally unshakeable.

Even Christine, the president of World’s First Bank, was almost done in by the Heaven-reaching Tower.

"Wanlan!" Just then, Old Wu’s voice came from behind, interrupting their conversation.

Ye Wanlan turned around, smiling and nodding: "Old Wu."

"Why are you standing here? I just went over there to look for you," said Academician Wu, her gaze falling upon Yeh Xingli, slightly taken aback, "This person—"

Yeh Xingli had his back to her, but from his posture, he appeared to be an extremely young man.

"Old Wu, hello hello," said Yeh Xingli, turning around and greeting Academician Wu politely, "On the way here, Sister Lan already told me about you and the submarine experiment project."

"Okay, okay," Academician Wu stared blankly at Yeh Xingli’s face, feeling it was very familiar, but couldn’t immediately recall where she had seen it before.

It wasn’t until Ye Wanlan spoke up, "Old Wu, this is my friend, Yeh Xingli. Although he works at the International Strategic Studies Institute, I assure you, he can be trusted."

Yeh, Xing-li!

This name exploded in Academician Wu’s ears like thunder, her pupils suddenly contracting: "You, you are that, that..."

"What? I, I am that, that what?" Yeh Xingli was completely lost.

Was he that scary?

Academician Wu’s body swayed, and Ye Wanlan quickly supported her shoulders: "Old Wu."

"Give me a moment, just give me a moment," Academician Wu’s mind was clearly still in shock, she pressed her head, unable to suppress a moan, "My Lord..."

The person Ye Wanlan mentioned was Yeh Xingli!

She certainly knew of Yeh Xingli, the youngest S-class researcher at the International Strategic Studies Institute.

Academician Wu had also visited the Global Center a few times.

Although she had never interacted with Yeh Xingli, she witnessed him giving a speech at the International Strategic Studies Institute and thus recognized his face.

Geniuses were not few, but a genius like Yeh Xingli was truly unparalleled.

Who could have thought that this unparalleled genius was now standing right in front of her?!

Academician Wu steadied herself, but was still somewhat in a trance: "Wan, Wanlan, him... him coming here, what about the International Strategic Studies Institute..."

"He is on leave for a month." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I will ensure his safe return, don’t worry."

With Yeh Xingli joining for a month, the first phase could be smoothly completed.

"Old Wu, don’t worry," Yeh Xingli didn’t seem too concerned, "Anyway, I often face assassination attempts at the Global Center. At least, this month in Shenzhou will be the safest time of my life."

Academician Wu’s pupils once again trembled: "Oft, often facing assassination?"

Yeh Xingli was a native of the Global Center. How could he be embroiled in such turmoil?

"Touching some people’s interests, naturally, some would want to eliminate you," Ye Wanlan said, "Old Wu, let’s head back to the laboratory."

Academician Wu tardily nodded her head: "Okay."

**

Yunjing Research Institute.

After withdrawing from the submarine experiment project group, today Pei Nanze brought documents to join another project group.

And those who withdrew with him, some followed him, while others were also waiting for Academician Wu to bring them back.

After all, it is a recognized fact that the submarine experiment project group was short on manpower.

"Nan Ze, aren’t you waiting for Old Wu to call you back?" a fellow male student inquired, "Compared to that, surely the submarine project group is more..."

"No," Pei Nanze replied coolly, and somewhat mockingly said, "Isn’t there that arts student with a history major? Maybe he can captivate marine life with his eloquence in the future."

As the male student was about to respond, he suddenly blurted out: "Nan Ze, isn’t that Professor Yuwen? Has he returned from the Global Center?"

Pei Nanze followed the direction the male student pointed and indeed saw an old man with curly white hair wearing a flamboyant short sleeve shirt.

Who could it be but Yu Wenming?

Pei Nanze’s thoughts stirred slightly as he approached and greeted respectfully, "Professor Yuwen, I’m Pei Nanze, my mentor has attended your lectures before, and I deeply admire you—"

"Hey, hey, wait a minute to talk to me," Professor Yuwen shouted in a rush, "Wanlan! Wanlan! I’m back, come out quickly!"