Chapter 685 My face hurts, I'm going back to my family home [2 updates]
My advisor only joined the research institute five years ago and was unfamiliar with the name Sinai.
But he definitely knew the surname Lengel.
One of the two most prestigious surnames in the world's cities.
What shocked the mentor was the "SS level" rating.
Research institutes are also ranked according to contributions, inventions, and IQ.
Whoever is stronger has a higher level.
In the institute's more than 600-year history, there have been no more than ten SS-level researchers.
The portraits of these researchers are displayed in the outermost corridor.
Simon Grand was one of them, and he was also the only one who voluntarily requested to leave the City of the World.
In short, a rating of SS-level means one is on par with the director of a research institute.
Even the presidents of the two academies are not as good as him.
The tutor's hand trembled.
This photo is from ten years ago.
At that time, Sinai Lengel was already the institute's top-ranking researcher.
And most importantly, she was only 16 years old at the time.
The true scientific geniuses of the Lengel family.
The current generation of the main family's Biel Leunger is not on the same level as Sinai at all.
Not only that, she also had to call Sinai "aunt".
Not long after Sinai was promoted to SS-level researcher, she disappeared.
The entire research institute was frantically searching, especially Director Norman.
He personally visited the Lengel family several times, but still couldn't get any information.
The Lengel family publicly stated that their fifth daughter, Sinai, had gone out to play, and they did not know where she went.
Dean Norman, however, did not believe it.
But he never found Sinai, only occasionally receiving new inventions from her.
This was his most prized disciple, and he just disappeared like that.
Dean Norman looked at his mentor and said slowly, "Tell me again, do you want to arrest her now and send her to your gene lab?"
"We wouldn't dare!" Cold sweat beaded on the instructor's forehead. He handed the phone back to Dean Norman and stepped back respectfully. "How could we dare to lay a hand on someone Miss Sinai sent in?"
These are SS-level researchers, how dare they go against Sinai?
The tutor returned home drenched in cold sweat, his legs trembling.
He never expected that a junior student would be admitted with the guarantee of an SS-level researcher.
Dean Norman ignored him and hurried off to the dormitory building.
**
In the dormitory, Ying Zijing was on the phone with Xiu.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
She pressed the mute button and went to open the door.
"You're Ying, right? I'm the Dean of the School of Mechanical and Aeronautical Engineering. You can call me Norman." Dean Norman went straight to the point. "I know you were sponsored by Sinai University. Can you tell me where she is right now?"
Ying Zijin paused slightly.
Sinai said that the person who drugged her has never been found.
She pretended to disappear because she was afraid these people would harm those around her.
Ying Zijing was 80% certain that the person who drugged Sinai was also under the control of the black skull who intervened.
"I'm sorry." In the end, Ying Zijing still didn't tell the truth. "I've never met her. When we communicate online, she's always the one who contacts me first."
The light in the old man's eyes gradually faded, and his hand fell: "If... if you see her, you must tell her that we are all waiting for her."
Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then said, "I will."
"I won't bother you anymore." Dean Norman smiled. "Don't worry, those students from the Institute of Biological Genetics won't bother you anymore."
He turned and left, his back looking much older in an instant.
Ying Zijing watched the old man leave before closing the door and answering the phone again: "Go on."
"Where was I? Oh, right." Xiu thought for a moment, then rarely complained, "This is such a hassle, I'm not a combat-type sage."
As Ying Zijing typed the information Xiu had given her into the computer and sent it to Fu Yunshen, she asked, "Combat type?"
“Well, you know my special ability, absolute concealment, which has absolutely nothing to do with combat,” Xiu said. “Of course, even if I’m not a combat-type sage, I can still knock out those super soldiers who have been modified by the Institute of Biological Genetics with one punch.”
Ying Zijing had learned about the combat strength of the super soldiers.
An SS-level super soldier, whose combat power is comparable to that of an ancient martial artist with three hundred years of cultivation, is also the maximum that genetic modification can achieve.
To join one of the four major knightly orders, one's minimum rating must be B.
A B-level super soldier, not yet a master of ancient martial arts.
Xiu Lian wasn't even a combat-type sage, yet he could easily kill an ancient martial artist with three hundred years of cultivation.
How strong would a combat-type sage have to be?
Ying Zijing narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly: "Then who is the combat-type sage?"
“Power is... just listen to his title of Sage, he must be incredibly strong, right? The chariot and the tower are the same,” Xiu said. “Oh, right, and the demons too. The Sage Demon’s combat power is definitely number one.”
"If he makes a move, even combined strength and chariots can't stop him."
Xiu continued explaining the abilities of the various sages, but after waiting for a while without hearing a voice from the microphone, he asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you thinking about?"
"You're really useless."
"..."
Xiu was taken aback: "Even sages have their own duties. Who is omnipotent? Let me tell you, the Pope is even more useless than me. His special ability is absolute pressure."
"Besides scaring people, what else can it do?"
Ying Zijing yawned: "If it's absolute pressure that can cause someone's mental breakdown in an instant, how could it cripple them?"
Xiu: "...Okay, I'm the worst. I can drive people crazy and then kick them while I'm invisible."
Ying Zijing didn't want to waste words with this sage who loved dyeing his hair: "I'm hanging up."
She hung up the phone and tidied up her gold and silver needles.
Lady Suwen has been in a deep sleep for nearly twenty years; it is unknown whether the Thirteen Ghost Needles technique has been effective.
**
The next day.
A red sports car was parked behind the dormitory building.
It's the same model as the one I bought after repairing it.
Yu Xuesheng lowered the car window and smiled slightly: "Miss Ying."
A woman was sitting in the back seat; it was Sinai, who had recovered her health.
She opened the car door and waved: "Ah Ying, get in."
Ying Zijing got into the car and glanced at Xinai: "I almost didn't recognize you."
The difference between him and a six-year-old child is truly significant.
“So not many people in the main family know that I’ve shrunk.” Sinai nodded slightly, then frowned. “I saw the email Dean Norman sent me. What’s going on? Did the people from the Genetics Institute come to cause you trouble?”
"It's nothing," Ying Zijing said dismissively. "I saw in the documents that you took physics, so why do you hate it?"
Sinai looked up sleepily: "Because my hair fell out the fastest when I was studying physics."
Ying Zijin: "..."
Sinai ran her fingers through her hair, the sunlight dancing on her platinum blonde strands.
She said listlessly, "Look, it used to be at least twice as much."
"Ever since I started learning physics, I lose a hundred hairs every day, more than I have left."
Ironically, physics is an essential foundation for every field she studies.
But she just hates physics.
How can there be a subject like physics that makes you lose your hair?
Ying Zijing propped her head up, her eyes narrowing slightly: "That medicine did indeed cause a lot of damage to your body."
The body being forced to regress to a younger state is already against the laws of nature.
In particular, it damaged Sinai's nerves, causing her personality to change drastically.
“It doesn’t matter,” Sinai said calmly. “I’m alive now, so I’ll do three things: find my older brother, wake up my sister-in-law, and confirm that my niece is still alive.”
She searched for ten years, and her resolve began to waver.
After all, she had only received an anonymous message.
An anonymous source said that Suwen's child did not die, but was secretly sent to O Continent.
But over the years, the person who sent her the anonymous message has never appeared again.
Indeed, a dead infant was buried in the family cemetery on the back hill.
Sinai couldn't help but suspect it was a prank.
"Whoosh—"
Two hours later, the car slowly landed and stopped at the entrance of the manor castle.
The City of the World represents the Lyinger family, a family with absolute power.
At the same time, another luxury car descended from the elevated transportation track and followed behind.
"Sister Bi'er, whose car dares to block your way?" Tianyan got out of the car first and opened the door for Bi'er. "Is someone in your family so blind?"
This new sports car, which is available online, is the kind that young people like; older people generally wouldn't drive it.
The smoke has been billowing for two days and two nights.
She had senior students from the Institute of Biological Genetics capture Ying Zijing and Binglan for experiments, but they were unsuccessful, and she was always holding a grudge.
So what if Ying Zijing is good at fighting?
They weren't even lowly commoners; they didn't even have the right to know where the Leinger family was.
In terms of scientific research, no one can compare to her.
Bi'er came down in her high-top Martin boots, and the maid laid out a carpet for her.
She took off her sunglasses and looked in the direction Tianyan was pointing.
The sports car door opened, and Ying Zijing put on her hat and got out.
Sinai followed behind her and turned her head.
It's so hot I feel like I'm melting! _(:з」∠)_
Double monthly tickets are up in a few hours, so those of you with tickets should use them! =3=
(End of this chapter)
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