A Million Possible

"Woo..."

Liao Province, on a highway in the suburbs.

The taxi was galloping, the exhaust pipe kept spitting out hot air, and the anti-skid tires rolled on the dark road still covered with residual snow, raising a little bit of frozen muddy water.

In the back seat of the car, Cheng Lin leaned leisurely on the soft chair, flipping through a magazine bought at the airport.

After getting used to using Mental Energy, he found that reading became easier.

He can even hold a book with hundreds of thousands of words in his hand and flip through it, and then he can record all those words into his mind.

Even without flipping, just pressing a book in your hand can achieve a similar effect, but it's a little bit slower.

"En...really. Quantum reading..." Cheng Lin laughed at himself silently.

He is not sure if all Perception Department practitioners can do similar things after reaching the high rank.

But this is undoubtedly an extremely time-saving thing.

Of course, recording is one aspect, understanding is another.

This time cannot be greatly shortened.

Closing the magazine, Cheng Lin turned his head and looked out the window to the deserted field, feeling extremely peaceful inside.

Father's return is really a matter of confusion, whether for him or for him.

After three years of absence, both father and son have undergone tremendous changes. This is not to say that the previous suspicion can be completely resolved overnight, especially... the mother's death at the time was a barrier between the two men.

It will take time to dissolve, but it seems that there is plenty of time left for them.

Cheng's father is still young and strong, and it is still very early to retire. Now he has finally returned to China, communicated with the special management department, and finally received another letter of appointment.

In the next few days, in accordance with the procedures required to stay in the capital to make some file changes, nationality changes, etc., some basic procedures still have to go.

Then, Father Cheng should choose to stay in the capital, or go to the magic city, and enter the research institute to carry out some management work. Xia Guo is still catching up in the research of psionic genes. Regardless of his identity, Lin is also an out-and-out talent, so he won't be wasted.

This arrangement is very good and everyone is very satisfied.

Of course, Cheng Lin also came out a little bit of "hostage" from this.

The term is a bit serious, but he is not disgusted.

From any point of view, Cheng Lin had never intended to abandon Xia Guo's surrender to the enemy... As long as the above did not deliberately engage him, he was willing to continue to cooperate.

Of course...no one would have a conspiracy to deliberately target a powerful 7-Rank realm.

As for himself...according to the contract, he needs to return to the Ninth Academy to complete his graduation, then enter the First Division and officially take office.

This is why he returned to Liao Province after only a week after Christmas.

The graduation ceremony of the college is about to be held.

"Graduation..." Cheng Lin sighed silently, feeling very complicated.

Immersed in this emotion, the rental soon arrived at the entrance of the college. Cheng Lin paid the money. After that, the guard opened the door without using his card. Obviously, he had already arrived at Realm where he could brush his face.

"Is Huang Yin in the academy?" Cheng Lin passed the door, remembered something, turned to ask, and then saw the guard standing straight, "Dean Huang went to the province to do business before, and he is not here for the time being. "

"Okay, thank you." Cheng Lin smiled and left.

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According to the date, the graduation ceremony will be held the day after tomorrow, and the last day and a half are left.

Without delay, Cheng Lin immediately sent a message to the "Jiying Society" group, and then called the members to meet.

Speaking of it, he was a little ashamed of what he did as the president. Shenlong didn't see the end, and most of the internal affairs of the association were done by several vice presidents.

In the office.

When Cheng Lin sat at the main seat of the long conference table in a strange way, and saw the familiar members, the heart that had nowhere to rest was immediately settled.

"Why are they so serious?" Cheng Lin smiled and looked at the other people at the long table, and found that he had no longer the usual joys, and was a little more cautious.

Everyone looked at each other without speaking, obviously because of the change in Cheng Lin's status.

After a few seconds of silence, it was Sun Xiao who broke the silence. He blinked suddenly and glanced at Cheng Lin:

"President, you have been in the capital these few days, have you got any benefits?"

After speaking, he moved forward, and the serious atmosphere was destroyed all at once.

Xiao Ningyu glared at him: "You can't ask tall questions?"

"Then you come to ask!" Sun Xiao was unhappy, he felt that his question was quite sizable.

Xiao Ningyu's slumped mouth, opened his mouth, and couldn't even think of anything for a while.

However, through their efforts, the atmosphere has become a lot lighter.

Cheng Lin smiled and said, "There must be benefits."

"What good?"

A group of people became curious at once, and when they heard Cheng Lin finished talking about own, the whole office was boiling.

"Deputy minister level? Deputy head of the first division? Commander? How many consecutive levels has this been promoted?"

"It's unreasonable to hit people, there's no reason for him. He Shengcheng, the now-born grandson!"

Sun Xiao even took the lead and wailed, looking alive.

But Fu Zhongting blinked suddenly and said, "Should some of us also be transferred to a division in this session? From now on...cough cough."

With this mention of him, the eyes of the few people in the front of the academy in the seat suddenly brightened.

Wouldn't it be a big backing for going in after this?

Cheng Lin could see the thoughts of these people at a glance. He couldn't help laughing and shaking his head without saying a word. He didn't have the thoughts of doing something on the hill, and his cultivation was ultimately about strength.

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The meeting was open and inevitably evolved into a dinner party.

When Cheng Lin returned to own dormitory, he happened to receive a message from Wang Daming in the group.

It probably means that I hope everyone will be there on time for the last practice class tomorrow morning.

Sitting on a person's sofa, Cheng Lin looked at the phone screen and slowly smiled.

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The next day, at 6:30 in the morning, Cheng Lin woke up from bed, did not get up, but enjoyed the long-lost tranquility. He stayed in bed until 7:30 before getting up to wash.

Then I went to the cafeteria to have a meal and breakfast, and then arrived in the classroom.

The door of the large classroom was wide open, Cheng Lin walked in, and saw the crowds of students sitting on the futon.

Today, everyone is neatly dressed in college uniforms, chatting with other people beside them, and the air is full of restlessness.

In order to prevent the atmosphere from becoming weird due to the existence of own, Cheng Lin deliberately used "closed perception" to reduce the sense of own existence, so that he entered the classroom without causing much sensation.

Then found a familiar empty seat, Lotus Position sat down, and noticed a familiar look.

He turned his head and looked over, and saw Huabei, who insisted on wearing a bare-legged artifact and skirt, quietly looking at him in winter.

"Is there something on my face?" Cheng Lin subconsciously touched Own's face.

Then I heard Hua Bei say: "No..."

At this moment, the classroom suddenly became quiet. Cheng Lin and Hua Bei looked over and saw Wang Daming, who was meticulously dressed, come in. Well, he had already been promoted to the third rank.

Wang Daming looked around the crowd and said as usual: "Classes."

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