Chapter 110: Classes are starting again. He chose to confess, but what about...?
They chose to be honest, but everyone had different ideas about how to be honest, and they discussed it for a long time without reaching a consensus.
"If we go directly to her door to inform her, won't she distrust us?" Patriarch Yan asked after glancing at Patriarch Lan.
“Since she chose to be honest, we should believe her.” Bei Hua shook her head, somewhat disagreeing.
"If someone suddenly came to my door and said I was the savior, I would only consider him a fraud," the Bai family head joked with a smile.
“Going directly to their door is not out of the question, but we need to find evidence that will convince them.” The Yan family head glanced at the Bai family head.
The head of the Bai family shrugged and leaned back in his chair: "You are all elders, so I'll listen to you."
Seeing his shameless appearance, the Yan family head couldn't help but twitch his lips, then turned to look at the Lan family head.
The head of the Lan family, however, looked at Bei Hua.
Bei Hua smiled, raised her teacup, and looked at the Yun family head, who was almost asleep: "What does Xiao Yun think?"
The others shuddered at the call of "Xiao Yun" and instinctively looked at the dazed Yun family head.
The Yun family head was so frightened that his narrowed eyes widened into almond-shaped ones, and his limp back straightened as he stared at Bei Hua in terror: "You... what are you going to do?!"
Bei Hua smiled warmly: "Speaking of which, you are a senior member of the four great families. Even the head of the Lan family is your junior. Don't you have any suggestions?"
The Yun family head shuddered and glanced at Bei Hua with disdain: "I've said it before, I don't care about anything."
“Back then, the four of us chose two camps. As time went by, Bei Ling, who was with me, passed away. After your parents got married and handed over the mark to you, they also passed away.” Bei Hua sighed. “No matter what, we agreed that I would take care of the microscopic world and you would supervise the bubble world. Now it’s time for you to step up.”
The Yun family head first glared at the others who were looking at him in surprise, then slumped in his seat, looking like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water: "I don't care, I'm only responsible for keeping the Bubble World from going into chaos, the rest is none of my business."
Bei Hua looked at the Lan family head meaningfully: "Your Bubble World has caused quite a stir, but why haven't you shown up? As a result, the younger generation is unaware of it."
The Yun family head's expression turned grim for a moment before he replied, "Unless it reaches the point of world destruction, it's not considered a major chaos."
"Are you sure you don't want to go?" Bei Hua asked casually.
“I’m not going,” the Yun family head said without hesitation.
"Really not going?" Bei Hua pressed on.
"No!" the Yun family head replied decisively.
Seeing this, Bei Hua sighed: "Whatever you want. If your Bubble World doesn't plan to step in, then our Microcosm will."
Hearing her say this, the others stopped talking, exchanged glances, and silently agreed to her method.
After the meeting, Bei Hua looked at her secretary: "What do you mean?"
Her secretary, a handsome man, immediately adjusted his glasses upon hearing her words. After handing her the documents, he said, "During this time, she has been doing odd jobs as usual, and she spends her free time in the restricted area. We can't follow her in, so we don't know what she's doing."
"Where's your browsing history?" Bei Hua opened the folder, flipped through a couple of pages, and asked without even looking up.
"Start from page forty-eight," the secretary said, pointing to the document.
Bei Hua flipped directly to page forty-eight, frowned as she looked at the records: "She's interested in microscopic technology?"
“Yes,” the secretary replied.
Bei Hua tapped the table, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Find a way to open a few forum entrances for her."
After agreeing, the secretary paused for a moment before cautiously asking, "Doesn't the master intend to speak with her?"
Bei Hua smiled and looked out the window: "We're not in a hurry. There will always be those who can't hold back."
"You mean... the Lan family head?" The secretary frowned and asked tentatively.
"Once we discover their illegal routes, we'll block them off completely." Beneath Bei Hua's friendly smile, a hint of coldness flashed.
The secretary was taken aback, then hurriedly bowed her head in agreement. After waiting for a long time without Bei Hua issuing any further orders, she hesitated before asking, "Sir, aren't you afraid he won't fall for it?"
Bei Hua smiled and leaned back in her chair, her eyes gazing out the window: "He'll definitely fall for it. Unlike us, the madness Sky City has for the Daughter of Miracles is unimaginable."
After hearing this, the secretary pursed her lips, said nothing more, nodded, and left.
Just as Bei Hua had guessed, after closing the meeting, the Lan family head immediately arranged for someone to prepare to go find Sang Zhi Tao.
"Don't rush, what if it's a trap?" The head of the Yan family tugged at his sleeve, gently reassuring him.
The Lan family head rubbed his fingertips together, took a few deep breaths, and then looked at the Yun family head: "What do you think, senior?"
The head of the Yun family smiled sarcastically: "That person is from my father's generation. She has lived for so many years and is already very shrewd. Nobody knows what she is thinking or how many tricks she has up her sleeve."
Before the Lan family head and the others could speak, the Yun family head continued, "I don't care about this matter. You can do whatever you want, just don't cause the end of the world."
After saying that, he yawned, stood up, and walked out.
"Yun..." The Yan family head was about to raise his hand to stop him.
Then the head of the Lan family said, "Let Senior Yun leave."
Hearing him say that, even the unwilling head of the Yan family had no choice but to give up and take a few steps back.
The head of the Yun family walked past her nonchalantly, yawning as he got into the car.
“Brother Lan…” Patriarch Yan looked at Patriarch Lan, his voice filled with doubt.
Upon hearing this unfamiliar form of address, the Lan family head was stunned for a long time: "You should not get involved in this matter, lest you be tricked and implicated."
"Knowing there's a possibility of being tricked, Brother Lan, are you still willing to go?" Patriarch Yan looked at him with disapproval.
The head of the Lan family gave her a cold look: "This matter is a debt of the Lan family, you should not get involved."
The Yan family head opened his mouth, wanting to continue persuading, but was interrupted by the Lan family head raising his hand.
"Let's go, I know what I'm doing."
Seeing this, the Yan family head could only sigh and helplessly sit back down, ignoring the other party.
Sang Zhitao was preoccupied with the two humanoid shadows she had seen after the fog rolled in that day.
Unfortunately, apart from the first time, I never saw those people again.
A few days later, just as Sang Zhitao was figuring out how to learn miniaturization technology, she was hit with a pleasant surprise.
"Hello, Miss Huahua, we are the official training institution. Congratulations on winning the title of Lucky Star in the annual Lucky Star event and receiving a one-year training course." Standing in front of her was Nari Beihua's secretary.
Sang Zhitao was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and hurriedly recalled the original work. Unfortunately, the so-called prize-winning part of the training institution did not appear in the original book at all.
However, considering that the current story is already quite fragmented compared to the original, I didn't delve any further into it.
"Don't worry, Miss Huahua, this is a perk we have every year in our microscopic world. It's just been changed to a course this year." Seeing that she didn't speak, the secretary assumed that she was worried about being scammed and quickly explained.
Sang Zhitao immediately realized that in the original book's setting, there was indeed an official Lucky Star event in the microscopic world.
This activity involves the administrators drawing resident numbers directly, and each year ten people will be given the title of "Lucky Star" and receive some gifts.
However, Sang Zhitao had never heard of this event, which included a free course as a reward, so she hesitated for a moment.
However, the original book only briefly mentioned the existence of this event and did not provide details about the rewards for each event.
So although Sang Zhitao had some doubts, she just assumed that the reward was rather obscure, since the official symbols on the invitation given by the visitor could not be faked.
Seeing that she accepted the invitation despite her hesitation, the secretary smiled and said, "Congratulations! See you tomorrow."
After watching him leave, Sang Zhitao looked down at the invitation, frowned, and said nothing. She simply placed the invitation on the table and continued studying the course on her computer.
The next morning, the training institution's shuttle bus arrived at the tulip garden.
After getting on the bus, Sang Zhitao realized that there were about twenty people on board.
She frowned slightly, thinking to herself, "Didn't they say there would only be ten winners?"
Before she could continue observing, the car began to move slowly forward. Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow, stopped paying attention, and casually found a corner to sit down, but her eyes were still scanning the crowd out of the corner of her eye.
The inhabitants of the microscopic world are always enthusiastic; even strangers can become friends in a short time.
But the people on this bus were like people in a bubble world, each staying alone in their own seat, maintaining a perfect social distance from those around them.
The car drove very fast, and they arrived at the training institution in no time.
"Let's draw lots first," the head of the training institution said, bringing out a box.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him with some surprise, he smiled and said, "Although it is a reward of a year of courses, what kind of courses you will take depends on your luck. There will be a special course among them."
Everyone's eyes lit up upon hearing this. Special courses basically refer to advanced courses that ordinary people cannot access and are not allowed to learn. If they were lucky enough to study for a year, their future would definitely be better than it is now.
For a moment, everyone looked warily at their companions before cautiously placing their hands into the box, hoping they would be the lucky ones.
Everyone carefully covered the note tightly before cautiously opening it, fearing that someone else might see it.
But Sang Zhitao didn't care about any of that. After all, she had no idea what the special course meant, so she didn't hide anything and simply opened the note.
Looking at the major listed on the note, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Not bad..."
The note clearly read "Miniature Technology Research and Development".
"You have all seen your courses. For the next year, you will study in the major you were assigned. We look forward to your graduation." After saying this, the person in charge clapped his hands and left.
The others were still sizing each other up, hoping to glean from the expressions of the others who the lucky one was.
Sang Zhitao paid no attention to any of this and walked straight inside. Behind her, she heard them discussing exchanging courses, but she ignored them completely, since she had drawn the course she wanted most.
After a day of classes, Sang Zhitao returned home listlessly. Exhausted, she opened the refrigerator, looked at the ingredients but had no motivation. After thinking for a moment, she took out a fruit, threw herself on the sofa, and started eating it.
After a long while, she sighed deeply and lamented, "Science is definitely not for me..."
Unlike hand-made bubble models, miniaturization technology is more specialized, which raises the learning difficulty for Sang Zhitao by more than one level.
"I don't understand anything at all..." Sang Zhitao rubbed her temples, listlessly opened her notebook, and made simple notes of the lessons she had heard today. "I hope the fragments of the world will give me a perk so that I can take this notebook to Earth."
The difficulty and complexity of the course prevented Sang Zhitao from venturing into the restricted area to continue her exploration for a period of time.
"How's your studies going?" Bei Hua was unusually thoughtful that day, and asked her secretary about the Miracle Girl's recent situation.
After the secretary poured her a glass of water, she said, "Basically... I know nothing about it."
Seeing the secretary's inscrutable expression, Bei Hua couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Let her be. What about over there?"
The secretary quickly replied, "We've set off."
"Okay, I'll leave the rest to you." Bei Hua nodded.
Soon, while Sang Zhitao was organizing her notebooks at home, someone knocked on her door.
Sang Zhitao looked surprised. Flowers in the microscopic world rarely have friends, and according to the unwritten rules of the microscopic world, people here don't climb up to the door and knock directly. They mostly call out from downstairs or call out with a special doorbell.
Thinking of this, Sang Zhitao became cautious, and only opened the door a crack after the knocking had been going on for a long time: "Who... is it?!"
She looked at the person outside the door in disbelief.
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