Of course, I am relatively familiar with the two "Tingtings" Wang Ting and Zhou Yuanting.
"Okay, when does the flight depart?" Song Luo yawned and asked casually.
"We'll be leaving soon. It's an hour and a half flight," Wang Ting said. "Although it might be a little late to book tickets now, we're considered heroes in a sense, so we can enjoy some preferential treatment directly. There's no need to buy tickets."
Song Luo was a little confused. There were only so many seats on the plane. How could he cut in line and let those who had seats get off directly?
Looking at Wang Ting's half-smile, Song Luo was puzzled at first, until he boarded the plane, then he understood what was going on.
The private plane took off.
A wealthy man who is well-known throughout the country is willing to let the extraordinary people returning from the United States use his private jet parked in Yanjing to thank them for their contributions.
Song Luo had nothing to say about this. He could only say that private jets were indeed much more comfortable than airline flights and military aircraft used for missions.
There are all kinds of equipment, which brought Song Luo a good experience and made him want to buy one for himself.
For a transcendent person of this level, a few hundred million is a piece of cake.
Wang Ting and several other extraordinary people from Yeling also boarded the private plane, and soon the plane took off in the blue sky.
Those extraordinary people looked at Song Luo with curiosity.
They were quite curious and awed by this fourth-level transcendent with remarkable achievements.
Song Luo didn't care too much about these vague gazes.
In other words, Song Luo has now become accustomed to the feeling of being secretly spied on, and doesn't care too much about it.
After taking a deep breath, Song Luo was looking forward to returning to Lindong Province.
Go back with dignity and in good standing.
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The plane landed in Yeling very quickly. At Yeling Airport, someone was waiting there early. It was his acquaintance, Tang Yusu.
Tang Yushu had previously arrived in the United States with them as a translator. Later, because the extraordinary people were trapped in a secret realm, Tang Yushu luckily escaped and returned to China in New York with the evacuation plane.
"Director Wang, Team Leader Song, I'm so glad to see you're all right."
An indescribable joy came out of Tang Yushu's mouth, which made Song Luo smile slightly. After nodding, he and Wang Ting got off the bus together, got on the car that came to pick up Wang Ting, and drove towards the suburbs.
That’s right, the Lindong Province Practitioner Academy is also in the suburbs.
After all, it is an academy for practitioners. If it is placed in a downtown area, it would be somewhat against the rules. People in society are too impetuous. If it cannot be managed in a closed manner, the world of red dust will most likely blind the students' eyes.
However, mobile phones are not banned. They can use their phones to learn about external affairs, but they are not allowed to leave the school gate every weekend.
When surfing the Internet, students are not allowed to casually reveal their identity as students of the training academy. Therefore, although there are many extraordinary students nowadays, they rarely appear in society.
In this way, students' connection with the outside world is not cut off, but their impact on the outside society can be reduced to a great extent.
After all, they are all young and energetic people. It would be very difficult if they caused any unpredictable consequences in society.
Song Luo felt that the handling of these extraordinary academies was quite good and could avoid the turmoil caused to some extent.
As the vehicle moved, they soon headed towards the training academy.
The drive was quite long. This training academy was located in the nearby mountains, on the other side of Fushan.
From another convenient perspective, the Lindong Province's training academy here can also greatly restrict the possible monsters in Fushan.
Therefore, from this perspective, this is actually a good thing.
A good thing.
When the special car arrived at the campus, Song Luo found that the college was majestic and dignified.
To put it bluntly, this training academy could have been built much better by a non-Security Bureau headquarters.
In front of the school gate, Song Luo could see several dignified security guards guarding the gate.
Unlike the old men in ordinary universities, the security guards here are surrounded by spiritual energy, and it is obvious that they have spiritual energy.
At first glance, the security guard's strength ranges from a first-level transcendent to a second-level transcendent.
"Team Leader Song, the teachers in our security department are all teachers in the school. They will also teach students in their spare time." Wang Ting said to Song Luo in his ear.
Hearing this, Song Luo nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that the conditions for teachers in your school are very difficult."
"No matter how hard we work, we're still teaching students in the classroom. At most, we make a living as patrol officers or security guards in the school. We're not like you, the practical fighters who spend all day chasing criminals outside."
"Director Wang, don't say that."
Song Luo smiled slightly: "Weren't you once one of us, and made an indelible contribution to stabilizing the situation in Gaohai City?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Ting smiled but said nothing. The next moment, she took Song Luo to the gate.
"Director Wang, I heard you were back a long time ago. Now I'm so glad to see you're okay."
A male teacher on duty saw Wang Ting coming back unharmed and immediately greeted her with a smile. He then looked at Song Luo, who was standing next to Wang Ting, and asked hesitantly, "Director Wang, who is this person next to you? You know the rules of our school. Non-school personnel are not allowed to enter unless there is a special reason."
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