Chapter 101 A Sudden Visit
Sheng Chunqiu stood in the reception area of the main building of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs, his palms slightly sweaty and clenched tightly.
She was just suddenly called over by the logistics staff on duty.
Night had fallen, and only a small number of personnel remained on duty at the Bureau of Excise. Bright lights illuminated the empty main building of the Bureau, giving it a somewhat solemn appearance.
At this moment, Christie was sitting on the sofa in the center of the reception area, comfortably drinking coffee, her movements unhurried.
Christie was a woman whose age was hard to guess. She was dressed in a well-tailored Western-style ceremonial robe, with ancient Roman script densely embroidered on the cuffs, which seemed to wriggle faintly under the light.
Her long hair cascaded down her back, flowing in large waves and reaching her waist.
“Little Chunqiu,” Christie smiled gently, her tone soft yet carrying an irresistible pressure, “your chief still isn’t answering the phone?”
Sheng Chunqiu tried to remain calm, her heart pounding. She cautiously replied, "Principal, the Director is temporarily unavailable. Would you like to come back on Monday?"
When she was still studying in Zhanzhou, the principal was just like this now, usually looking gentle and easy to talk to.
Until one day, Sheng Chunqiu witnessed her effortlessly turn the residents of a town from adults into skeletons with a flick of her wrist, then regenerate flesh and blood from the skeletons back into infants, and then back into adults.
Time loses its meaning here.
Throughout the entire process, the town's residents retained complete memories and awareness. Everyone clearly perceived their bodies constantly changing, and the air was filled with screams, making one wonder if such sounds could be made by living beings.
At the time, Sheng Chunqiu and Gui Gemu were just passing by. The moment they saw the principal, Gui Gemu tore open a space jump scroll.
"Hurry up," Gui Gemu said, his expression unusually grave. "Don't let her find out."
In the few seconds it took for the scroll to take effect, Sheng Chunqiu involuntarily looked in Christie's direction, his face pale.
The level of power in the inner world was beyond her comprehension.
Sheng Chunqiu felt that Christie glanced at them at the time, or maybe she didn't.
The scroll finally worked, and they left instantly.
Sheng Chunqiu fell seriously ill after returning there.
“Then I’ll wait a little longer,” Christie said, her tone somewhat casual, “until your chief finishes his current business.”
Sheng Chunqiu pursed his lips: "Principal, it's generally necessary to make an appointment in advance to see the bureau chief."
Christie: "Oh? I haven't heard of this rule before. When was it added?" Her voice was still gentle, but her smile carried a hint of pressure.
"After I take office." A cold voice came from afar, accompanied by footsteps. Yan Ju walked out of the elevator with a cold expression, his eyes slightly upturned, his black hair as black as ink.
The uniform of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs looked particularly solemn on her, and the silver diamonds on her coat reflected a dazzling light under the bright lights.
The Bureau of Disorder uniform was a two-piece set; in addition to the short inner lining, there was a long outer cape, which Director Yan was currently wearing on his left arm. As he moved, the badges and silver chains on the cape occasionally clinked together, producing a soft, crisp sound.
Sheng Chunqiu was taken aback, then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Director Yan." She immediately walked respectfully behind Director Yan and reached out to take her coat.
Director Yan ignored him, casually hung his coat on the sofa, sat down opposite Christie, and asked sharply, "Ms. Eldridge, is there something important that needs to be reported to the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs for your visit in the middle of the night?"
Sheng Chunqiu looked down and noticed that Yan Ju's cuffs were unusually not buttoned up tightly, but were casually folded up, revealing a section of his fair wrist.
At this moment, his slender fingers were tapping rhythmically on the armrest of the sofa.
We just finished a fight.
After asking Christie, Director Yan didn't wait for her answer. Instead, he turned to Sheng Chunqiu and said, "Director Sheng, you've worked hard. You can go home now."
Sheng Chunqiu was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized what he meant and bowed his head in response, "Okay, thank you, Director Yan."
She bowed slightly to Director Yan and Christie, then quickly left the reception area and retreated into the shadows not far away.
Director Yan noticed her nervousness. Sheng Chunqiu felt a sense of relief.
This is Director Yan, standing in the shadows looking towards the center of the light. Director Yan's mere presence alone brings immense peace of mind.
Yanju is omnipotent.
Only Yanju and Christie remained, sitting opposite each other.
Christie put down her coffee cup, placing the ceramic cup on the marble table without making a sound: "I haven't met Director Yan before; he's more impressive than the previous ones."
Yan Ju remained indifferent, his expression unreadable: "That's because Ms. Eldridge is unsophisticated."
Christie chuckled softly: "It's still my problem."
“Get to the point,” Director Yan interrupted. “Ms. Eldridge probably didn’t just suddenly decide to come to our Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs for a cup of coffee in the middle of the night.”
She slightly raised her eyebrows, her sharp gaze fixed on Christie.
Christie thought to herself that the Heavenly Mandate Platform was quite capable, as it had indeed appointed a real director this time.
This was Director Yan, whom she had never heard of in the inner world before.
Their ability is based on laws; they couldn't possibly be unknown. Or is the information wrong?
As she was thinking this, Christie raised her hand, her fingertips gliding lightly. The surrounding space seemed to be drawn by her movement, and the flow of air seemed to freeze for a moment. The trajectory of time was slightly distorted under her control.
She looked at Director Yan, her pupils contracting slightly.
Director Yan did not speak or make any movement, remaining seated on the sofa.
His hair was as black as ink, and his eyebrows and eyes were deep-set.
There was no sign of the passage of time on his body.
Christie's centuries-long mastery of time manipulation, which had never failed her, was utterly ineffective against Yan Ju.
Time did not pass, but the ability became ineffective.
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When Yan Shi received Sheng Chunqiu's message, he was in Zhan Zhou and was shocked and heartbroken.
No, this is a huge matter in Zhan Zhou. The barrier was about to be shattered, and the floating island was about to crash. The principal of Zhan Zhou wasn't there. She solved the problem, and Sheng Chunqiu told her the principal was at the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs?
Is this reasonable?
Moreover, it was the middle of the night, and a day off. What was wrong with Principal Zhan Zhou thinking, having to call her at this hour?
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Because of Yan Shi's prolonged silence, Sheng Chunqiu called out into the phone, "Director Yan, Director Yan?"
Yan Shi asked again in disbelief, "The principal of Zhan Zhou?"
Sheng Chunqiu: "Yes. The principal is now sitting on the sofa in the reception room."
"Director Yan, what do you think?"
Yan Shi: ...
What is she looking at?
The principal of Zhanzhou was already sitting on the sofa, how could she possibly refuse?
Workers have no human rights.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Shi grabbed his phone and rushed towards the gate of Zhanzhou School.
Thanks to Shuyou for bringing her transportation along the way, otherwise Yanshi really wouldn't know how to get down from Zhanzhou.
The barrier surrounding Zhan Zhou looks grand, but it's like a brittle biscuit—fragile and fragile. It cracks with the slightest touch and is also a barrier that restricts the use of incantations.
The vehicle Ji Pucun provided was a very cool motorcycle. It had a streamlined design, and its black shell gleamed with a cold luster under the moonlight. Every mechanical part was extremely fine and fit together perfectly.
It's very fast.
That's right, they didn't provide helmets.
Yan Shi finally arrived back in the outskirts of the capital. When he landed, he felt like his head had been blown to mush by the night wind.
Ji Pucun was absolutely, absolutely doing it on purpose!
Yan Shi gritted his teeth.
She stepped off the motorcycle with her hair disheveled and put it away.
Motorcycles without license plates are not allowed to be driven in Beijing.
They catch you, confiscate your property, detain you, and fine you – all in one go.
"God said, go to Yan Shi's doorstep." Yan Shi rubbed his cheek, feeling stiff from the wind.
She stepped into her home through the spatial rift, quickly putting on her uniform while searching for Zhan Zhou's principal on the spiritual network.
"The current principal of Zhan Zhou..." she muttered, clicking on the search term.
Christy Eldridge had been the principal of the school for 126 years.
The fraction of his term was longer than Yan Shi's age.
Got it, you old codger.
Because he was working overtime late at night, Yan Shi grumbled inwardly.
The uniforms of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, especially the chief's uniform, were made with great care. They were layered, with many small embellishments.
Yan Shi quickly put on his inner layer and lining, pinned on his badge, and grabbed the outermost cloak in his hand: "God said, go to the entrance of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs."
The lobby of the main building was unusually empty, with only one staff member at the front desk, diligently coordinating with the night patrol team. The soft tapping of keyboards and occasional whispers echoed through the lobby, making the entire building seem as if it had sunk into a tranquil deep sea.
It was past midnight and most of the staff had already left for the day, but the director came back to work overtime.
Yan Shi waited for the elevator while inwardly weeping.
The top floor was also empty.
As Yan Shi stepped out of the elevator, he overheard Principal Zhan Zhou, who had arrived uninvited in the middle of the night, asking Sheng Chunqiu, "Oh? I hadn't heard of this rule before. When was it added?"
Yan Shi smiled and sat down: "After I take office..."
Her reliable head of the executive department stood to the side, his expression unusually tense.
Is Principal Zhan Zhou threatening Sheng Chunqiu?
Yan Shi once again inwardly cursed the principal, and said sympathetically to Sheng Chunqiu, "Director Sheng, you've worked hard. You can go home now."
Sheng Chunqiu seemed to have grasped something, so instead of leaving, he voluntarily retreated to the shadows where the lights were off.
Could there be other overtime work...?
Yan Shi sighed inwardly, but responded to Principal Zhan Zhou with a blank expression: "Ms. Eldridge probably didn't just suddenly think of our Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs for a cup of coffee in the middle of the night."
So hurry up, finish what you need to say, and let her go home!
I don't know if there was something wrong with what I said, but after I finished speaking, Christie didn't reply for a moment, and then her expression turned slightly somber.
The top floor suddenly froze.
Yan Shi: ?
Her fingers, which were tapping the sofa, paused slightly.
Could it be that something is very serious?
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“Ms. Eldridge?” Yan Shi called out tentatively again.
The other person seemed to finally realize what was happening and said, "Director Yan, is Yanlan, our school's new teacher, your sister?"
Yan Shi: ?
She cautiously replied, "Yes."
Christie gave a gentle yet somewhat embarrassed look: "She started her job yesterday and just got into a fight that cracked the Zhanzhou Floating Island."
Yan Shi: ...
I've already said it, the fighting wasn't her fault.
It was clearly Sharp and Ao's fault; she was merely acting out of self-defense.
Moreover, what's wrong with Ji Pucun? He says he doesn't care on the surface, but he's secretly reporting on us behind our backs!
Author's Note: Yan Shi: Some self-perceptions do not match reality
I had some things to do at home during the day, but tonight's chapter will be on time and will include an extra chapter.
The reason for changing it to seven "woos" is that we've been arguing at home a lot lately, and my thoughts are affecting reality (not really).
Everyone's comments are so insightful!! It's rare to see someone being so abstract, and it actually makes me quite happy...?
Take screenshots of everything.
It should be changed back next Monday. The editors don't work on weekends, so they can't change the name. Yes, I don't have the right to change the name of my novel QAQ
Thank you to all the fans who gave me free tickets and nutrient solutions! I will try my best to update!
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