2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong..."

Yan Muyun knocked on the door expressionlessly, his movements and demeanor not concealing his irritability at this time.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." A somewhat lazy man's voice sounded, but it did not come from the room, but from above.

Yan Muyun raised his head and saw a furry little black head with a pair of green eyes staring at him without blinking.

Well, this guy is attached to a cat and basking in the sun on the roof again.

Yan Muyun was already used to this, so he opened the door unceremoniously and walked in.

In the room, Xu Wenzhe had already sat up, leaning on the bed in an awkward manner. A pair of narrow fox eyes looked at this side without energy: "What's the matter?"

He was wearing a white vest and large pants, which was no different from how a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties dressed at home.

Looking at the listless figure on the bed, Yan Muyun really couldn't figure out the meaning of his coming here.

This guy neither participates in their training nor attends classes like instructor Gao Cheng. Every day, I just attach myself to the cat and watch the fun happening everywhere. I may not see the cat even once a day while lying in the room. Compared to the students who were generally one level darker, his accompanying instructor was actually a lot fairer.

However, Yan Muyun was not in the mood to think about such irrelevant things right now, so he just said in a rather cold tone: "I want to make a call outside."

"Huh? What's the date today?" Xu Wenzhe reached out to touch the mobile phone on the bedside.

"No need to look anymore, No. 17."

"Didn't we agree that we can only contact the outside world at the end of every month? Why, is there something urgent?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't come to you directly."

"Call who?"

"Bai Yongning."

"Huh?" Xu Wenzhe's eyes widened. He didn't expect to hear this name from the other person's mouth. He couldn't help but sit up straight and said, "Why, have you thought of any questions about alien species that need to be answered?"

Yan Muyun didn't answer. He walked up and picked up the phone, waved it in front of the other party, then turned and walked out of the room.

Xu Wenzhe cooperated throughout the whole process, and even opened his eyes wide when the front camera came around, because when he unlocked it with his face, the prompt "Please open your eyes" would always pop up on the screen.

"Hey, what's going on?" He shouted at the other person's back.

"Private matters have nothing to do with you, teacher." Yan Muyun replied without looking back, and he had already walked out.

Xu Wenzhe lay back on the bed and muttered: "I'm still saying 'teacher'. This guy talks politely, but his attitude doesn't treat me as a teacher."

But he didn't mind. After all, he was only six or seven years older than the average age of this group of students, so he didn't care about the superiority of teachers and students.

Moreover, if compared to that guy Yan Muyun, he is more than two rounds smaller.

...

The video was connected, and the old man's profile appeared on the screen.

At this time, he was looking at the computer screen attentively, his fingers beating rapidly on the keyboard, and he must be working.

"What's wrong, Xiao Xu, what do you want from me?"

"It's me." Yan Muyun said coldly.

"Huh?" Bai Yongning turned his head suddenly and looked at the mobile phone leaning on the cup.

"I asked Yan Long how he came here, and he mentioned you." Yan Muyun stared at him expressionlessly and said word by word: "Now, you'd better give me a suitable reason."

"What's the reason?" Bai Yongning adjusted his glasses and stopped what he was doing.

"The reason why you let him join this special training and join this elite class."

"What reason can there be? Because he is very good." Bai Yongning seemed to be confused by his question, with a slightly stunned expression: "Wu Bai is gone, Peng Peng and Zhang Xiaotian are also gone. We are just out of various reasons." After considering it, we decided to add another quota."

Yan Muyun spoke a little fast: "But his power rating is only B level. I have seen no less than 5 freshman A-level students in the inner courtyard. There are many people who are more suitable than him. Why does it have to be him?”

"Xiaoyan, I can understand your thinking. You don't want to put your loved ones in danger..."

Bai Yongning frowned slightly and paused briefly, as if thinking about what to say next. Mu Yun watched without saying a word, waiting for the other person's next words.

"We add people to this elite class based on many considerations. In addition to abilities, we value each person's personality and other qualities. A writer with a gun is sometimes no better than a writer with a pen. The warriors are more threatening. Peng Peng is a typical example. He was not mentally prepared to face the Shengyao Order directly, so he chose to leave midway... Well, Wu Bai's situation is a bit special. You know it, you have experienced it. After life and death, his psychology was on the verge of collapse. As for Zhang Xiaotian, her situation is even more special. We didn't expect her to really show any fighting ability when we recruited her..."

Bai Yongning adjusted his glasses in embarrassment, and then said: "Your nephew, Yan Long, has a strong character and will. We have studied his resume, and he will definitely become a very good warrior. Besides, can you Don’t underestimate his abilities. After re-evaluation within the academy, the destructive power [Quality Control] can exert is actually very powerful.”

Yan Muyun still didn't speak, quietly waiting for the other party to continue.

"First, we extracted his stem cells and planned to culture them into a biomaterial thread. Theoretically, it can become an extension of his arm, so that the mass of the object can be changed remotely. Isn't there someone in the Dragon Sword Special Team? A person with superpowers who uses silk threads as weapons? Just let her guide you in this regard."

"Second, he and Di Haotian will be a great pairing. After our calculations, the combination of [Quality Control] and [King Kong] can exert maximum destructive power. Can you guess how big it can be?"

Having said this, Bai Yongning's eyes became extremely bright, and he stared at Yan Muyun on the other side of the screen without blinking. However, after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any intention to fight. He touched his nose and continued: "Remember the catastrophe in Menxia City, the trick your brother and the earth-type superpower used, right? Fangtian It was a basic weapon that killed the Molten Demon Lord half of his life in one blow."

"Imagine if Yan Long was asked to reduce the mass of a high-density alloy spear by more than ten times, and then throw it out by Di Haotian. At the moment when it was about to hit the alien species, Yan Long then dropped the alloy spear's mass The mass is increased by more than ten times... Tsk, tsk, tsk, the power is probably not far behind even compared to space-based weapons. However, this is the most idealized result deduced by the data model, and it will definitely be difficult to reach that level in reality. After all, it is so Long steel pipes are difficult to carry, and there are also material cost issues...but it's scary enough..."

"Don't look down on B-level abilities. B-level abilities are just not perfect and have great limitations in use. In some aspects, the effect is not necessarily worse than A-level abilities. Just like Peng Peng, Zhang Xiaotian, and Wu Bai, Shi Shang, their power levels are all only B level. Yue Xiao was also B level originally, but after his second awakening, he became A level. So you see, we don’t just recruit students with powerful powers. "We value more the wonderful 'chemical reactions' that can be produced by the combination of different abilities..."

Bai Yongning talked nonchalantly, his wrinkled face rosy with excitement. It could be seen that he sincerely believed that the combination of Yan Long and Emperor Haotian would definitely work.

The other end of the phone was chattering non-stop, and Yan Muyun knew that once the conversation started, the old man would not stop easily for a while.

"Okay, that's it. Sorry to disturb your work."

He hung up the phone, leaned against the wall, raised his head slightly and closed his eyes.