Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 15: Fan Ya [Seeking recommendations, seeking collections, seeking investments]

Zhang Deming saw that he was determined, and everyone around them was staring at them. He nodded and said, "Alright, let's stop arguing here. Look, everyone is watching. We just need a watermelon now.

Now is the time for communication, so let's give it to everyone."

With Zhang Deming's words, the atmosphere below became lively again.

Forty or fifty people started whispering to each other, creating a lively scene.

But Zhang Deming could clearly feel that he had become a hot topic. There were always people stealing glances at him from time to time.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

After leaving the front desk and coming down, Zhang Deming looked at Zong En and asked.

Zong En stared at Zhang Deming blankly and said, "Let me see if you are still the Ming brother I know."

Zhang Deming rolled his eyes at his words and said, "Then continue."

"No, you are really unfair. It's one thing to achieve mastery in a month, but that's all based on luck. But if you break through, you didn't even inform me. I told you more than a month in advance. Now, I'm still waiting for my breakthrough, but there's no progress. And you, you broke through without a sound. How am I supposed to face this?"

Zong En looked at Zhang Deming, feeling speechless.

Zhang Deming glanced at him and said, "It's your fault for showing off in front of me. You deserve it. I'm not afraid to disappoint you. I'll go report tomorrow and collect the rice before leaving. As for you, continue to stay here and endure. Be a good junior brother of the outer sect."

Zong En: "..."

The little buddy is no longer cute. What should I do if the little buddy betrays his teammates?

Zhang Deming completely ignored Zong En's uncomfortable expression. This is what you get for showing off in front of me for half a year, kid. You'll pay for it sooner or later!

Today's exchange of techniques was exceptionally lively due to Zhang Deming's lecture and breakthrough.

Even the dozen or so medicine farmers and miscellaneous workers felt that this exchange was good and expressed their desire to come every day in the future.

They were all miscellaneous workers from the Little Green Mountain's miscellaneous workers' institute, and everyone was quite familiar with each other, so naturally, no one refused.

After a moment of exchange, the exchange meeting expanded from a rice farmer exchange meeting to a Little Green Mountain's miscellaneous workers' institute exchange meeting.

Zhang Deming and the people around him boasted and talked until it was time for dinner before stopping and dispersing to have their meals.

The next morning, Zhang Deming woke up early.

He reported for duty, had breakfast, performed his spells, and completed his daily routine.

Today, Zhang Deming didn't exhaust his spiritual energy. He just performed a standard spell.

After finishing, Zhang Deming didn't ask anyone to accompany him. He left the Little Green Mountain alone and headed towards the outer sect.

To be honest, Zhang Deming felt that the Heavenly Spirit Sect's Transcendent Level was unreasonable.

Clearly, in many places, the formation techniques made it seem like science fiction, but the entire sect didn't even have a public transportation carriage.

Whether it was the outer sect, miscellaneous workers, or even most of the inner sect, they all relied on their own two feet to walk.

The entire sect only had high-level immortal cranes for private flights, mid-level spirit deer buses, and low-level... they didn't have any.

But even for high-level goods, let alone him as a miscellaneous worker, even the outer sect senior brothers had no hope.

What's more frustrating is that the sect's territory is so vast, and it's all mountains, the kind of mountain range. Every time Zhang Deming thinks about this, he can't help but curse.

This is also one of the important reasons why he rarely leaves Little Green Mountain after ten years.

The miscellaneous workers here are still relatively good. As the outer sect begins, the altitude gradually increases. The main peaks of the inner sect are so high that without speed spells, it's impossible to reach the inner sect.

Fortunately, the outer sect's mountain gate is not like the inner sect's, which is built on the top of the cloud mountain. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to even report.

One hour later, after a difficult struggle on two legs, Zhang Deming finally arrived at the Outer Gate headquarters.

The entire Outer Gate headquarters is actually divided into two parts.

The mundane part is mostly dealt with at the foot of the hill.

The sect-related matters are handled on the small hill of the Outer Gate.

But here at the Outer Gate headquarters, people's actions are not restricted, and it is the overall responsible place for the Outer Gate and the Miscellaneous Duties Court, which is why it is so lively.

Upon entering the Outer Gate headquarters, Zhang Deming went to the registration office.

The promotion of the Miscellaneous Duties to the Outer Gate registration office is in the same place as the sect identity registration office, and it is right next to the mission hall.

Therefore, there is a large flow of people.

And there are many formation light screens around, displaying various tasks.

Here, it feels completely like a virtual projection technology invading ancient times.

The extreme mixture of different elements makes Zhang Deming feel curious.

Zhang Deming arrived at the registration office, but since it was not the time for accepting disciples, the entire registration office was unusually quiet.

This formed a sharp contrast with the continuously bustling mission hall next to it.

After entering the hall, the quiet hall appeared particularly spacious.

Zhang Deming went to the counter, and a senior sister was currently dozing off with her head on the counter, her chubby little mouth puffed up into a ball.

A crystal-clear thread hung from the corner of her mouth, falling all the way onto the table.

At this moment, there was already a small puddle of liquid on the table, indicating that she had not just dozed off for a short while.

"Cough, cough." Zhang Deming cleared his throat and made a sound.

"Ah, I wasn't dozing off, I was contemplating!" Fan Ya quickly raised her head, sitting up straight, her eyes hazy, but her words were clear, not at all like someone who had just woken up.

If it weren't for Zhang Deming coincidentally meeting her hazy eyes, he might have believed her.

"Who are you?" The two of them stared at each other for a moment, and then Fan Ya snapped out of her confusion and asked.

"Hello, senior sister. I'm here to register for promotion to the Outer Gate." Zhang Deming smiled slightly and spoke.

Only then did Fan Ya react and realize what had happened. She cutely said, "Promotion registration? It was you who coughed just now!"

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Who else would it be, senior sister?"

Fan Ya's expression instantly changed, angrily saying, "What's the point of coughing for no reason? Can't you speak properly? You scared me, you interrupted my contemplation."

Zhang Deming: "..."

Is it really necessary for you to say such serious things with a straight face?

"Um, senior sister, do you want to wipe it?" Zhang Deming took out a handkerchief and pointed at the table in front of her.

Fan Ya lowered her head to look, her face turning red, and silently took out a handkerchief to wipe off the saliva on the table. She instantly decided to change the topic and not dwell on this matter.

With a smile, she said, "Junior brother, you came to register, right?"

Zhang Deming smiled and replied, "Yes, I almost forgot about the important matter while chatting with the beautiful senior sister."

Fan Ya blushed slightly and said, "Junior brother, you have such a sweet mouth."

Zhang Deming had a serious expression and said, "Senior sister, you can't just say things randomly. What I said is a serious fact."

"Pfft." Fan Ya laughed for a moment before saying, "Name."

Seeing that the other party had entered work mode, Zhang Deming also became serious and said, "Zhang Deming."

(End of this chapter)