2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun returned to the dormitory bedroom and threw himself on the bed.

The warm sunshine outside the window and the soft quilt exuding a faint fragrance made him suddenly feel like he was in another world, as if the rigorous special training he had experienced in the previous few months was just a dream.

It's a holiday, half a month's holiday.

It's not that long to say it's long, and it's not too short to say it's short.

But the most important thing is that after the holidays, they will usher in their first official task after entering the academy.

Yan Muyun turned over and took out his mobile phone from the bedside table. As soon as the screen turned on, a series of message notifications jingled like beads falling on a jade plate.

"Why are so many people looking for me? I have been on standby for more than half a year and still have 90% of the battery. It's so convenient..."

He sighed in a low voice. He was about to click on the communication software, but his eyes were attracted by the fancy dark gold message box at the top of the screen. There was only a short line of text on it: "Congratulations, Shepherd, on your superpower [Silver Shou]" Royal] has now been listed as 'one of the ten thousand arts' in the world list."

"One of the Ten Thousand Arts...am I one of the Ten Thousand Arts?" Yan Muyun's eyes twitched, and then he felt that this was reasonable. After all, my own superpower can block Lin Han's [Slash], which is also one of the ten thousand arts. Logically speaking, it should be a superpower of the same level.

But the problem is that Yan Muyun clearly remembers that before he participated in the special training, he was still ranked around 50,000 on the world rankings. After he came back, he immediately became "one of the ten thousand arts".

During the special training, he only used his superpower once, which was in a fight with the divine messenger Takayama Hisashi.

In other words, that battle, which was supposed to have no bystanders, was recorded by a pair of invisible eyes and became the reference data for calculating rankings on the world rankings.

Jie Ke...what kind of organization is this? Is there really nothing happening in this world that can be hidden from them?

Yan Muyun felt a little cold behind his back, but all he could do was sigh helplessly, send the screenshot of the notification bar to Professor Bai, and then read other people's messages.

As his eyes passed through the text messages line by line, his eyes grew wider and wider, and finally he sat up from the bed suddenly.

Captain Wei and Dr. Li are getting married? ?

...

"Captain Wei and Dr. Li are getting married?" Yan Long, who was drinking water, choked and coughed violently several times.

His dormitory was on the same floor as Yan Muyun. At this time, the room only had the college's standard sofas, tables and chairs, making it look a bit empty overall.

"Yes, and it will be this afternoon...three hours later." Yan Muyun glanced at the time.

Yan Taki's expression was a little dull at this time: "Why didn't anyone notify me?"

"Perhaps they thought you were still in prison and haven't been released?" Yan Muyun guessed.

"First of all, that's not a prison..." Yan Long took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "What should we do? Can we catch up?"

"I just checked. The nearest flight I can catch is in an hour. It takes another two hours to fly in the sky. After landing, it's still... Tsk, I can't catch it." Yan Muyun closed his eyes and lay down on the sofa. Open directly.

"I can catch up."

"Huh?" Yan Muyun thought he heard wrongly: "How to catch up?"

...

Ten minutes later, on the mountain behind the academy, a dark blue triangular fighter plane slowly took off.

The cockpit door opened, and Xiao Zhuo, who was tall and wearing camouflage uniforms, walked out of it. His tiger eyes narrowed dangerously, staring at the two figures sitting upright in the back row.

Yan Muyun and Yan Long sat upright, staring straight at the back of the front seat, not daring to move.

"That's really good, you two, intercept the military aircraft directly." Xiao Zhuo said while chewing the flower seeds.

Today is the end of the special training. How the students went to the special training location is also how they came back. After experiencing the college cafeteria, Xiao Zhuo prepared to return. As soon as the plane took off, a big black mouse jumped out of nowhere and stuck directly on the windshield.

Xiao Zhuo leaned on the seat next to him, a little puzzled: "It's not impossible for you to hitchhike, why don't you contact me in advance?"

"I don't have your contact information." Yan Muyun grinned.

Xiao Zhuo had a toothache. Although everyone had been getting along day and night in the past six months, these students were not allowed to bring any communication equipment. In the end, they did not exchange contact information.

After adding each other as friends, Xiao Zhuo was a little curious: "What is it that makes you so anxious to go to Menxia City?"

"My friend is getting married." Yan Muyun chuckled.

Xiao Zhuo wanted to hit someone: "Because of this? It seems that you have a good relationship."

"It's not bad." Yan Muyun's face suddenly became a little lonely: "The main reason is that I missed my previous friend's wedding, and I couldn't even attend the wedding of my previous friend's child... If I can catch up today, it can be considered as compensation. It’s a small regret in my heart.”

"Do you really think so?" Xiao Zhuo's expression became a little strange. He didn't expect this guy's character to be so sentimental.

"No, actually I mainly wanted to save money on the air ticket back home." Yan Muyun clasped his hands together and did not dare to look at Xiao Zhuo's face. He turned his head and pressed his face against the porthole.

The place we are going to this time is not a secret. We can finally see what the military fighter plane looks like when it is flying at high speed.

...

Naturally, it was impossible for military aircraft to enter the city. In a suburb east of Menxia City, the plane slowly landed on the ground.

The cabin door opened. Yan Muyun and Yan Long took the luggage they had packed in a hurry at the academy, said goodbye to Xiao Zhuo and walked off the plane.

A figure came up not far away, with a face full of astonishment. Looking at the dark blue fighter behind the two people, he opened his mouth wide and stammered: "Let me go, are you so good at it now? Private plane transfer?"

It's Luo Binghan. This Special Branch commissioner who gave Yan Muyun his first impression as a street kid finally looks a little more normal today. He is wearing a decent black suit and his back is polished. He looks like a somewhat successful businessman. style.

Yan Muyun and Yan Long called their colleagues in advance except Wei Jun and Li Qingke, and Luo Binghan offered to come and pick them up.

"This is probably the only time I'll receive this kind of special plane transfer. The situation is special and it's just a coincidence." Yan Muyun chuckled.

Luo Binghan understood the idea and didn't ask any more questions. He turned his attention to Yan Long next to him and said with some surprise: "Oh, by the way, and your kid, when was he released? No wonder we went to find you before. No entry allowed inside.”

"Looking for me?" Yan Long blinked.

"Captain, they are getting married soon. I didn't plan to tell you, but I couldn't find you." Luo Binghan laughed and patted his shoulder, and then took the initiative to take the luggage from the two of them. , leading the float car parked over there.

Yan Muyun felt a little weird following him. You must know that Luo Binghan had never dealt with him very well before, but he didn't expect that his attitude would be so warm when they met today.

However, he could more or less guess some of the reasons, the most important of which was probably because he indirectly qualified the other party to inject genetic medicine.

The three of them got into the floating car, and the car started to float slowly, heading towards the city.