2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Yiming was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that his brother didn't know about this. He pretended to be haha, but privately sent a message asking: {I remember that girl's name seems to be Ye Buyu? After you lost control, you punched the god's finger head-on, and then you were suspended in mid-air motionless. Ye Buyu used some kind of ability to completely change you back, but then fell into a coma. }

This is the advantage of the virtual world. While the two of them are chatting on the surface, they can also send private messages underneath.

Under the suspicious eyes of his parents, Yan Muyun hurriedly said a few words and pretended to suddenly realize: "You are talking about her. Nothing happened. I didn't say a few words along the way."

He really didn't know about this. No one in the college had told him about it, and Yan Yiming hadn't mentioned it before. He really didn't know that he and Ye Buyu had met in Menxia City. .

Yan Yiming, who looked like a teenager, rubbed his mouth quite maturely, with the air of a middle-aged man: "Tsk, that girl is pretty good, she has a quiet personality, she feels a bit introverted, and she speaks softly. He's so soft-spoken, I thought he might be your type."

Quiet personality? Clever? Soft-spoken? Are you sure you are talking about Ye Buyu?

Yan Muyun complained in his heart, but on the surface he continued to talk nonsense, and privately sent a message: {Do you always wear a hood? }

Yan Yiming quickly replied: {Well, yes, she often wears a hood. I only saw her face once. She is a pretty little girl. }

Yan Muyun: {Are you sure she is quiet, introverted, and speaks softly? }

Yan Yiming: {Yeah, during that time, maybe to prevent you from waking up and going crazy, she always stayed around your hospital bed, so I had contact with her several times. She seems to be a very shy little girl, no matter what she does, she will cover her face with a hood. }

Yan Muyun: {Are you sure you're not cold and cold? It's that kind of... feeling where you don't really want to interact with the people around you, and you don't have to talk if you can. }

Yan Yiming: {No, I feel very well-behaved and polite. No matter what I ask, I answer very carefully. She is obviously a very good little girl, but she is a little unsure of herself. }

Yan Muyun touched his nose and stopped sending private messages.

The Ye Buyu described in his brother's words felt exactly the same as the Ye Buyu he met the night after he woke up.

He didn't think about one thing clearly until now, that is, Ye Buyu has shown not only two personalities, but three.

The first type is the kind of deliberate weirdness only when facing him.

The second type is that he is aloof in front of outsiders during the day, does not like to talk, and even feels a bit withdrawn.

The third type is the one described by his younger brother Yan Yiming when the two first met: quiet, well-behaved, and introverted.

Before Yan Muyun could think about it further, a light blue light screen suddenly unfolded in front of him, and at the same time, an artificial intelligence prompt sounded: "A call came from the Huli District Correctional Center for Juvenile Prisoners in Menxia City. Are you connected?" "

Yan Guocheng sat up straight, his voice trembling with excitement: "Connected."

In front of several people, a blue light flashed and a virtual screen appeared out of thin air.

Yan Muyun was stunned for a moment, because the young face shown above was a little different from what he had imagined.

I thought that people who were imprisoned in places like juvenile detention centers or prisons would look more or less decadent and haggard, and their cheeks would be much thinner.

However, the boy opposite him didn't look much different from his memory except that his hair was cut into a round shape.

Yan Long's facial features can still vaguely see the shadow of his previous silence and coldness, but his whole demeanor looks bright and gentle. Especially those eyes, bright and firm, not at all like the eyes of a teenager deprived of his freedom.

"Grandpa, grandma, dad...uncle, long time no see." Yan Long glanced at the elders present one by one, paused briefly when he reached Yan Muyun, and then said hello with a smile in his eyes.

Not surprisingly, Yan Guocheng and Li Hui first asked about their good grandson's current situation, covering almost all aspects of life, including food and clothing expenses. They even reminded him to remember to brush his teeth at night.

Yan Taki answered these questions with a look that was half helpless and half funny. After learning that everything was fine with him inside, the old couple finally stopped nagging.

Yan Muyun looked a little surprised from the side, but then he felt that this was normal.

Yantaki had acted cold and withdrawn before, probably because he had been burdened with the pressure of secretly uploading the consciousness of his grandparents to the Internet, as well as the struggle and guilt caused by delivering information to the black organization.

During that time, I am afraid that the 17-year-old boy was suffering and suffering all the time.

But now, he finally let go of all his burdens.

I'm afraid Yan Long's life during this time in the juvenile detention center was much easier than before.

Thinking of this, Yan Muyun joked: "It seems that you are quite adaptable to the environment inside?"

"Get up at 6:30, do morning exercises at 7:00, breakfast at 7:30, and then cultural classes and ideological education reform. After lunch, there is even an hour's lunch break. In the afternoon, there are ideological classes, then physical training, and in the evening Going to the library to read... it feels no different from going to school. I have been a day student since I was a child, so I just want to experience the life of a boarding school." Yan Taki has indeed become a lot more cheerful and can even joke.

"When will he be able to come out?" Yan Muyun asked the question he was most concerned about.

Yan Taki smiled bitterly: "I have only been here a few months, so I won't have news so soon."

"Yes." Yan Muyun nodded. He suddenly thought of a question and asked worriedly: "After you come out, can you still go to college normally?"

"You don't know?" Yan Taki looked a little surprised: "My dad has already asked the school, and they said they won't mind my resume and will give me normal admission qualifications after I go out."

Maybe ordinary universities would mind his situation, but Chenkyo University would definitely not.

Are there many young boys and girls who are arrogant and arrogant after gaining superpowers? How many of them are there who can hold their temper and avoid getting into trouble?

After entering Chenkyo University, maybe the student from the department next door is your brother who went to the detention center with you.

"Hey... you won't tell me this?" Yan Muyun looked at his younger brother with a bit of toothache, feeling that he had worried about his eldest nephew in vain.

"You didn't even ask." Yan Yiming glanced at him sideways. He was so busy working every day, how could he have time to cover everything?

"It's really..." Yan Muyun was speechless.

During the period after he woke up, his mental state was always on the verge of coma at any time, and he really didn't think about much. Although I have contacted my younger brother and parents several times and asked about my eldest nephew's general condition, I have never specifically asked this question.

Now Yan Muyun completely understands Yan Long's current state. For him, those heavy secrets have been put down, and his future has not been greatly affected. He can start over once he is released from the labor reform system. Life. This situation is indeed gratifying.

"By the way, there's something I think I need to tell you." Yan Long said with a strange expression.

"Ah? What's the matter?" Yan Muyun asked.

"Last month, a new special recruitment instructor came to the juvenile detention center."

Ordinary teachers and instructors in juvenile detention centers are actually police officers, responsible for educating and reforming these lost young people. Since this new teacher's position is prefixed with the word "special recruitment", his identity is probably a bit special.

"Is he someone I know?" Yan Muyun reacted immediately.

"Yes." Yan Long nodded, with a faint wry smile on his face: "It's your old classmate."

"Tang Wuling?" Yan Muyun's eyes widened.

"Yes." Yan Long sighed: "After he came in, he found me and said that he wanted to accept me as his direct disciple. He forced me to practice fighting and the use of various weapons with him every afternoon."

"Good guy." Yan Muyun was happy. He really didn't expect this to happen.

Based on Black Umbrella's relationship with the local black and white circles in Menxia City, it would probably not be difficult to send someone to a juvenile detention center as an instructor.

Now that Tang Wuling has run away, Yan Muyun's previous worries about whether his eldest nephew would be bullied inside have naturally disappeared.