Chapter 180: See you at the Norton University interview! [1st update]
"..."
In an instant, all sound disappeared.
It looks no different from an ordinary greeting card, and could even be described as rough.
But the patterns outlined by the gold foil trim reveal the extraordinary nature of this black cardstock.
Ying Zijing's gaze hardened.
She recognized the pattern.
It appears on the second card of the Major Arcana in the Tarot, the Magician, which is numbered "1".
At the same time, it is indeed the kind of pattern commonly used by Norton University.
Moreover, such ugly handwriting could only have been written by some alchemical madman.
After Fu Yunshen placed the card on the table, not only Wen Tinglan, but also the other students in the senior class were somewhat stunned.
An invitation letter from Norton University?
Or is it from an SS-level academy?
Although they knew nothing about the inner workings of Norton University, they all knew that the letters SS represented the highest level.
"An invitation letter from an SS-level academy?" The boy was taken aback for a moment, then almost laughed. "Does Norton University even have an SS-level academy? Don't just spout off like that."
He Xun pursed his lips and remained silent, his expression somewhat dazed.
He never received an invitation letter, after all, he went to a D-level academy, which was considered the bottom of the class.
But he had seen the invitation from the A-level academy.
It wasn't that simple, nor did it contain only two lines of text, but the paper used seemed to be of a particular type.
He had only ever seen this kind of paper in his advisor's office.
It is said to be very precious, as it cannot be burned by fire or soaked by water.
He also heard from his advisor that every invitation letter issued by Norton University comes with a miniature positioning system to prevent loss.
He Xun's gaze shifted downwards and landed in the center of the black card with gold foil stamping, where he indeed saw a small, raised particle.
His pupils contracted sharply, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.
The boy and the two students from the international class were both a little frightened when they saw his expression.
Could this really be an invitation from Norton University's SS-level college?
No, that's impossible.
Whoever gets an invitation from Norton University goes there themselves; why would they give it away?
Moreover, who doesn't know that Norton University might not even consider the top scorer in the college entrance examination? How could they possibly send an invitation to a spoiled brat from Shanghai?
The boy opened his mouth: "Teacher He, then..."
"It's time." He Xun's lips tightened, suppressing the doubts in his heart. "Let's go."
It's most likely a counterfeit.
During his four years at Norton University, he never heard of any SS-level colleges issuing invitations.
Seeing that He Xun didn't give an answer, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and then said sarcastically, "If this is really an invitation from Norton University's SS-level college, then we'll see you at Norton University."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing raised her eyes and arched her eyebrows.
He Xun's pupils contracted again.
Lip reading is a required course at Norton University, and he understood what the girl was saying.
—See you at the Norton University interview.
He Xun immediately looked away and stopped looking.
After their private shuttle arrived, the four of them got in.
The barbecue table remained quiet; no one spoke.
The class monitor subconsciously swallowed and carefully touched the black card: "Seventh Young Master, is this really an invitation from Norton University?"
This handwriting is far too messy.
Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelashes, looking languid: "What do you think?"
"I think it's real," the squad leader declared confidently. "Even if I'm blind, it's still real."
The class monitor shook his head and said to the sports monitor in a low voice, "He's drunk again."
"Exactly!" The class monitor patted Wen Tinglan's shoulder hard, hiccuping as he spoke. "Our Tinglan doesn't need any interview qualifications; she got the invitation letter right away. They're so jealous."
"They'll be gone after the interview, and all they can do is watch Tinglan study at Norton University."
"..."
The sports committee member sighed, "They're really drunk."
Wen Tinglan remained silent.
He didn't care whether the invitation was real or not.
Although he was very interested in Norton University, it was not his only option.
Imperial University's ranking in the QS World University Rankings has been rising steadily in recent years, and it has now entered the top ten.
Norton University is far away in O continent. If he goes there, there will be no one to take care of Wen Fengmian.
"Thank you." Wen Tinglan pushed the invitation back. "I can't accept it."
"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen didn't take it, raising an eyebrow. "It's for you, why can't I take it?"
"It's too precious." Wen Tinglan hugged her bowl. "Dad and my sister both said that I can't accept expensive gifts from others."
"It's nothing valuable," Fu Yunshen smiled. "Just a piece of paper."
He spoke languidly, as if regretting something: "I turned down a big business deal for you."
Divination by fortune tellers is important, but it can never compare to the wisdom of those around us.
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing paused, her eyes flickering slightly.
The post she made a few days ago was seen by nine out of ten users on the NOK forum.
She first heard the name NOK Forum from Fu Yunshen.
It's normal for him to have an account.
Because of the previous icy jadeite incident, he also knew that the account "Cola Milk Tea Fries" belonged to her.
However, she had no reason to hide this number.
Ying Zijin's eyelashes drooped slightly.
But she really didn't expect that Fu Yunshen had an invitation from an SS-level academy.
However, in addition to obtaining the invitation, she also does need to make a trip to Norton University.
So it wasn't a complete waste of time posting.
Wen Tinglan continued to hold her bowl, remaining silent.
“Okay.” Fu Yunshen raised his hand and tapped the table, his lips curving into a smile. “I’ll keep it for you for now. Once you become the top scorer in the college entrance examination, you can take the invitation.”
Hearing this, Wen Tinglan stared at the man for a long time.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked in a very low voice, "Do you have some ulterior motive towards my sister?"
Fu Yunshen: "?"
The boy said expressionlessly, "Don't even think about it. That's impossible. I'll stop you."
Fu Yunshen: "..."
He really didn't have any ulterior motives.
The only possible motive is that they think a child's fur is easy to smooth and their face is easy to pinch.
Sometimes she's like a kitten.
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow: "Hmm, you can think that way too."
Wen Tinglan frowned slightly and tugged at him, "Keep your voice down. What if my sister hears you and gets embarrassed?"
“It’s very small now, but—” Fu Yunshen said with great interest, “Tell me about this shyness, shall we?”
Ying Zijing picked up a skewer of grilled beef tendon and said in a calm and unhurried tone, "No need to be quiet, I can hear you all. Speak louder."
"..."
**
O continent, Florence.
The heart of Laurent Castle.
The room was extremely luxurious, even the floor was made of gold.
The only different color was the velvet bed.
A young man leaned against the bed, his face handsome and his features deep, like an ancient Roman sculpture.
His hair was as brilliant as gold, and his eyes were deep blue, as vast and boundless as the sea, as if adorned with stars.
The young man's fingers swiped aimlessly across the tablet, his expression growing increasingly grim.
This is Caesar Laurent.
The most outstanding and most prestigious ruler in the hundreds of years of Laurent family history.
So much so that when he was assassinated, the entire Laurent family withdrew from Florence to show their unwavering loyalty.
The few elderly people who knew he would wake up someday.
But their lifespan is only the same as that of a normal person, so they pass this secret down from generation to generation.
It has been passed down from the beginning to the present day.
Job Laurent is one of the servants who now serve Caesar.
It was also him who sent the icy jadeite to the Zhong family last time.
As for the rest of the Laurent family, they were unaware that the person in power was from centuries ago, and even less aware that the person in power was actually older than the oldest member of the family.
A body modified by alchemy also retains its youthful appearance.
This is the power of alchemy.
Therefore, the alchemy world is superior to the ancient medical world in some aspects.
It is precisely because of Caesar Laurent's special status that other family members are not allowed to enter the core area of the castle where he lives.
Job knocked on the door and only came in after receiving permission.
He bowed respectfully, a gesture of ancient medieval etiquette.
"Master, it's time for you to enter hibernation."
Xize put down his tablet, looked at his pale skin, and clicked his tongue: "Useless."
Thanks to his boss, he has woken up again, but he has to sleep for fifteen days every month.
Otherwise, his heart would rupture, and he would die again.
Since his boss appeared on the evening of May 31, he has sent her many private messages, but they have all gone unanswered.
Xize knew that if the fortune teller wanted to hide, even if she stood right in front of you, you wouldn't be able to find her.
Even if he knew she should be in China, she could disappear again if he went to find her.
So he could only wait for her to come.
It's just that Norton bastard who'll get to see the boss before him.
**
After the college entrance examination, Ying Zijing booked a plane ticket for herself on the 9th.
Although Wen Fengmian asked her to find someone to follow him, she found it troublesome.
By the way, on this trip to O Continent, bring back the furnace she used to use for refining medicine.
The modified electric pressure cooker is still too much trouble.
The medicinal properties will also be lost, and it cannot withstand highly toxic medicinal materials.
Ying Zijing slung her bag over her shoulder, carrying nothing in it, and was about to walk out.
A message popped up on my phone at that moment.
(End of this chapter)
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