Chapter 17 17 What kind of gift is this unruly young lady...

Year Zero of Aura Resurrection, December 30th, Wen Qingsheng’s dormitory.

"This cream is a bit too greasy." Ning Changkong licked the remaining cream on his lips and commented.

Eating desserts is a hobby that Ning Changkong has managed to retain after traveling through countless worlds. Don't underestimate his professionalism.

The small birthday party was over, and the four of them carried their cakes on paper plates and went into Wen Qingsheng's room.

Gu Minghui also took a bite of the cake with his fork and asked curiously, "Aren't all cakes like this?"

Yan Xiaoling looked around the antique furnishings in the room and asked curiously, "What's the difference between living here and living in the dormitory?"

Wen Qingsheng was busy piling all the birthday presents on the table and chairs, then he sat down next to Lin Jinsong and said sincerely, "It's cold, the dormitory has air conditioning."

Several people laughed. Ning Changkong was bitten by the wind on the way and started to cough. Wen Qingsheng hurriedly patted him on the back.

"How are you feeling?" Wen Qingsheng asked with concern. "If the cake is too greasy, don't eat it. Give it to me."

"No way. I'm almost well!" Ning Changkong was just trying to protect his food. What a joke, how long has it been since he last had dessert? Yue Jingting would at most put some sugar in his porridge.

Accompanied by his three good friends, Wen Qingsheng opened the gifts one by one. The gifts from the sect master had nothing to do with cultivation, at most they were knee and hand guards. Yan Xiaoling gave him a pair of gloves and a matching scarf, and Gu Minghui honestly brought him a box of snacks.

"You stay in the demiplane every day, and it's not easy to shop online. How troublesome it is to buy snacks?" Gu Minghui argued.

Yan Xiaoling tilted her head: "Doesn't sword training require body and weight management?"

A few people joked about the embarrassed Gu Minghui for a while, and then started to pack up the gifts one by one.

After counting them all, the phoenix feather pendant given by Lin Jinsong was still the most valuable.

Wen Qingsheng was playing with the new pendant thoughtfully. Ning Changkong quickly moved away from him: "Don't! Don't pick it up again suddenly! You are embarrassed, but I am not!"

Wen Qingsheng waved his hands hastily: "No, I was just thinking...what gift should I give you next year?"

He secretly looked at Lin Jinsong. Wen Qingsheng was an ordinary academy exchange student, and the sect teachers treated him differently, partly because of the left pavilion master's face, and partly because they wanted to make friends with this famous person in Lingzhuan Academy.

In February next year, the apprentice of the dean of Lingzhuan Academy, who is also the next dean of Lingzhuan Academy, will celebrate his coming of age. The birthday gifts he will receive will be more than just a few pairs of knee and hand guards.

Lin Jinsong was obviously in a very good mood today, probably because he was spoiled by everyone in Lingzhuan Academy. He finally showed some of his childish temper, and no longer had the carefulness and steadiness he had when he was taking care of the three of them in the academy.

Wen Qingsheng...likes to see Lin Jinsong so happy.

"I was just wondering, what should I give you next year?"

What gift should I give to repay your kindness to me?

The first year of the revival of spiritual energy, January 2, Lingzhuan Temple.

"Okay, let's stop here today." Seeing the corner of his second apprentice outside the house, the old master hurriedly called for a stop. "I just had an illness, and it will be stressful to paint again."

Ning Changkong was still pondering over the formation diagram. He had been ill for too long and his progress had fallen behind.

A bony hand tapped the formation diagram from behind: "This is not well drawn."

It is Yuejing Pavilion.

Ning Changkong's eyes lit up: "Indeed, it would be better if we change the way of utilizing energy in this place and extract spiritual energy from the air..."

Under the deputy dean of Lingzhuan Academy, there are two practical positions of the same level, the "Yunzhuan Steward" who specializes in the study of talismans, and the "Xuanmo Supervisor" who specializes in the study of formations. Yue Jingting is the Xuanmo Supervisor of this generation.

The hands forcefully lifted him up from his seat, and Yue Jingting said without question: "Learn after dinner. The kitchen has cooked your favorite sweet and sour pork tenderloin." He couldn't help but pinched his junior brother's arm despite his resistance.

How come you are still so thin and haven't gained any weight at all?

"Everything belongs to me." Ning Changkong muttered softly.

"Master Leng said that your stomach is still weak and you can't eat too much." Yue Jingting was impartial and held the man's shoulders and led him out.

He changed the subject: "I just came back from Yuxu Sword Pavilion, and your friend Xiao Wen came to see me."

"What do you want to see you for, brother?" Ning Changkong looked up at him.

Yue Jingting shrugged: "He asked me to keep it a secret."

Since he is looking for his senior brother, he should want something engraved with runes, right? Ning Changkong thought thoughtfully.

Chu Qingge was interested: "Xiao Wen is preparing a birthday present for you, do you want to know what it is?"

"It doesn't matter. If I get it, I'll just consider it a surprise," Ning Changkong rubbed his growling stomach. "If I can't get it... why bother keeping a wish for it?"

Ning Changkong hugged the second brother's arm: "Then I want to eat a small cake."

"Master Zuo asked me to bring you some." Yue Jingting was still in his arms, and he said, "It tastes like coffee. Don't eat too much, or you won't be able to sleep at night."

The first year of the resurrection of spiritual energy, January 7, Laba, Lin Jinsong’s courtyard in Lingzhuan Temple.

Ning Changkongwo was on a conference call in bed.

Now Tiangong Technology has recruited a lot of reliable researchers. He only needs to give guidance on the things they hand in. He doesn't need to start from scratch, so the workload is greatly reduced.

"Happy Laba Festival, everyone," he said lazily.

Yan Yian responded with "Happy Laba Festival", and Jiang Yunxiao hummed softly.

Wow, the resentment about overtime work is overflowing.

"I still don't understand, Miss," he said grimly, "why you're in such a hurry to build a machine with the current blueprints."

That’s right. At the end of December, the first generation of industrialized prototype of the automated spiritual power injection system, which is able to extract spiritual power from spiritual stones and steadily inject spiritual power into ink according to the trajectory set by the program, successfully passed the test.

Commonly known as the "magic pen" system.

This epoch-making industrial machine combines Yan Yian's many years of research experience, the epoch-making design of "Chu Qingge" and the hard work of many researchers.

In mid-December, when the development of the "Magic Pen" system was still in the laboratory, "Chu Qingge" asked Jiang Yunxiao to deceive the foreign authorities and persuade Chi Zhaoming to obtain military factory treatment for them and factory land donated by the government at a low price.

This hasty move allowed factory construction and research and development to proceed simultaneously, which indeed saved a lot of time - and it also showed that they had enough trust in Chu Qingge's research capabilities.

But why rush to launch the first generation of the "magic pen" system at this time instead of spending more time optimizing the design?

Yan Yian had admitted personally that if we waited another two months, the second generation of the "magic pen" would be able to raise the utilization rate of spirit stones to a higher level.

This saves a lot of material costs, not to mention the cost of equipment upgrades.

Even if she, "Chu Qingge", is the one who never shows up for work at Tiangong Technology, who can temporarily run away from a remote meeting by saying "my family is here to see me", and who can get everyone's praise by making a few comments on the reports submitted by the R&D center, she can't be so willful.

Ning Changkong was used to him calling her that. This month, even the researchers who came to him to ask questions would call her "Miss".

True Chu Qingge: "This is called image marketing!"

"The unruly young lady of Tiangong Technology" sounds much more approachable than "the green bird under the Queen Mother's seat".

Once Chu Qingge's humanity is improved, firstly, it can prevent researchers from being timid in front of her, and secondly, it can reduce her risk factor in the eyes of the alien bureau and other forces.

In the future when spiritual energy is revived, maybe one day, "Chu Qingge" will be pulled out by the Abnormal Bureau as a typical example of "the old monster in the cultivation world is not dangerous at all" - look at the blue bird under the seat of the Queen Mother of Humanity, it not only contributes to scientific research, but also likes to slack off all day long!

Of course the most important thing, or perhaps the least important thing, is that this title... can make Jiang Yunxiao, a worker who is being squeezed to the point of vomiting blood by "her", happy.

"I insist on getting the production line up before March," Ning Changkong said without question.

Yan Yian exclaimed: "Why is there a confirmed time node?"

Jiang Yunxiao's expression changed slightly on the other end of the phone.

"Times are changing, everyone." "Chu Qingge" said slowly.

How many meetings has the Alien Bureau held at home and abroad during this period? And how many restless monsters have been escorted back to Penglai from the human world?

In the whispers in the casino, has no one mentioned the abnormal fluctuations in the concentration of spiritual energy in the world and the four taboo words?

—— “Resurrection of the Spirit”, this miracle that has been anticipated for thousands of years, may be just around the corner.

Jiang Yunxiao took a deep breath: "Okay, I understand."

No one asked Chu Qingge why he was so sure. They smoothly moved on to the next topic, talking about the factory construction plan, the next research and development direction, and the company's management plan...

After talking about a lot of things, the topics that needed to be discussed were concluded one by one. Ning Changkong pinched his brows, a little exhausted: "Is there anything else today?"

"There is one more thing, a personal matter." Yan Yian said hesitantly, "Well, I want to receive my dividend in advance."

She smiled helplessly: "It's almost Chinese New Year."

Ning Changkong glanced at the falling snow outside the window.

"Okay, I'll ask the finance department to transfer a few thousand to your account." Jiang Yunxiao agreed readily.

He and "Chu Qingge" basically did not take any money from Tiangong Technology. After all, recruiting people and building factories require spending a lot of money, so they would save as much as possible.

Jiang Yunxiao had the lucky Luju as a money-making tree, Ning Changkong had the Lingzhuan Academy to support him, and the completed online novel also brought him hundreds of thousands of dollars in income.

Ning Changkong teased her: "If you don't return home when you are rich, it's like wearing gorgeous clothes at night. Teacher Yan wants to be in the spotlight."

Yan Yian laughed. After years of hardship and suffering, she was finally able to hold her head high.

"Actually, I was thinking..." Yan Yian, who was sitting in the office, turned the pen in his hand unconsciously, "Should I go back to Lingzhuan Academy during the New Year this year?"

Yan Yian, who was always impetuous, showed her fear for the first time. Her parents were ordinary people, and she had a quarrel with her teachers when she was young. The two partners in front of her were the "elders" who could rarely speak to her.

"Based on my experience," Jiang Yunxiao said calmly, but his advice was sincere, "it depends on how you feel about Lingzhuan Academy."

"Love goes back, hate goes back, and there's no feeling left. So don't go back, just live your own life."

There was silence in the online conference room for a moment.

Ning Changkong changed the subject: "What experience? Boss Jiang is also a man with a story."

Jiang Yunxiao snorted. A mixed-blood who had been in the business world for twenty years had a lot of stories to tell about being slapped in the face.

"No match for you, Miss." Jiang Yunxiao said slowly, "I'll also take out a few tens of thousands of cash and give it to your house. Can you see if your family can show mercy and let you go out to work?"

Yan Yian was suddenly pulled out of the atmosphere of sadness and reminiscence and burst out laughing.

This is because they are still holding a grudge against "Chu Qingge" for holding only online meetings for half a month, and often disappearing while the meetings are ongoing.

Ning Changkong was about to retort, but Jiang Yunxiao said that he still had work to do and left the meeting room, unilaterally ending the argument.

The first year of the resurrection of spiritual energy, January 7, Laba, Lin Jinsong’s courtyard in Lingzhuan Temple.

After leaving the meeting room, Ning Changkong rubbed his eyes and played with his mobile phone.

One new message.

He clicked on it and took a look. The online article he wrote was finally published, and the publisher wanted to send him a few sample copies as a commemorative copy.

But what should I fill in as the address? Ning Changkong fell into deep thought.

The new residence that Jiang Yunxiao bought for him is still under renovation. He needs to file a report to receive express delivery at Lingzhuanyuan... Who should he ask to receive it?

"I looked through Yan Yian's browsing history on various websites." Chu Qingge said, "I guarantee that she has never read your book."

Oh, Yan Yian is a good choice for collection. Qingniao reading online novels is better than an 18-year-old college boy reading original novels, right?

Chu Qingge assured, "I also flipped through Yan Xiaoling's book, and she hasn't read it either."

Ning Changkong had already called Yan Yian. Before pressing the call button, he confirmed again: "I only showed her a glance at the time. She probably doesn't remember anything, right?"

Chu Qingge said hesitantly: "Well, you know I can't read minds now..."

The power given by the world will is too small, and there is no bonus for love missions.

Ning Changkong sighed: "Forget it, there is no perfect plan."

January 7, the first year of the Reiki revival, Tiangong Technology Office Building.

Yan Yian ended the conference call with three people and was about to go make some coffee and take a break.

After work, let's see what new year goods we should buy this year...

Another call came in, it was a private call from "Chu Qingge".

"Is there anything else, Teacher Chu?" Yan Yian answered the phone.

"Well, Yi'an," Qingniao said, feeling a little awkward for once, "I haven't finished decorating my residence in this world yet... Can you pick up a courier for me and I'll pick it up later?"

When his identity was stripped off by the all-powerful Jiang Yunxiao and he was laughed at by Gu Minghui, Wen Qingsheng and others, Ning Changkong chose to pray that Yan Yian would follow the instructions and not be discovered by Yan Xiaoling.