Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Ling Lan arrived at the mission location not long after. Honestly, if one did not look closely, they would not be able to tell where this place was, because Mecha Street was jammed with people, with no end in sight. However, Ling Lan's eyes were still very sharp. She saw that at the entrance of a shop, children were lining up one by one to enter, and she knew that she had found the place.
Ling Lan did not choose to go down. She guessed that if she went down to cut the queue now, she would definitely incur the wrath of the crowd. At that time, no matter how strong she was, she would still be beaten down by all the students. So, she leaned over the eaves and poked her head out to look down. She saw that the third floor was indeed as she had imagined — there were windows.
And so, she found the right spot, and with a flip of the golden bell, she touched the window on the third floor. Ling Lan now hoped that this glass would not be so crazy — just some bulletproof, high-pressure glass would be fine.
She knocked lightly on it. It sounded very crisp, so it should be normal glass. Ling Lan decisively clenched her fist and smashed it down with all her might. With a crisp crack, Ling Lan smashed a hole in the glass, and Ling Lan threw out a few more punches, shattering all the glass in the window.
Ling Lan's barbaric actions were discovered by the students below. The students waiting on the street were in an uproar — they had not expected to be able to enter a shop so violently. Many of the students were vexed. If they had known earlier, they would not have waited so obediently in line.
Ling Lan did not care about the envy and jealousy of the students below. She released the strength in her legs, and with a sudden push against the window frame, she nimbly flipped through the window and into the shop.
However, when Ling Lan saw the scene within the room, she was instantly dismayed. This was because she had just so happened to be entering from the location of the teleportation portal for the assessment, and had been caught red-handed by the instructors who had been keeping watch there to maintain order.
An old instructor with a white beard pointed a trembling finger at her and said angrily, "Who are you? Which grade are you from? How can you be so unruly? " Ling Lan was wearing the red uniform unique to Class-A. There was no need to ask to know that she was one of those geniuses, though it was unclear what grade she was in.
Ling Lan quickly looked around and found that other than the old instructor who was very angry, the other instructors, especially those of the younger generation, were not as angry as she had imagined. They were even smiling slightly, with a hint of approval.
Eh? Her behavior was clearly against the rules and could even cause chaos. Why didn't the mentors hate her? He even approved of it. Ling Lan suddenly remembered that this was a world where the strong were respected. Everything depended on strength. Could it be that intelligence was also a type of strength? When the academy publicized this legacy mission, they had never thought of letting the children enter the assessment through the normal way? So her actions in her previous life, which seemed unorthodox, were actually the embodiment of cleverness here?
This thought flashed through Ling Lan's mind, but she didn't think too much about it. She had to be honest about her background. Because the academy placed the most importance on respecting teachers, Ling Lan didn't want to challenge this tradition.
"Hello, Teacher. I am second year Class-A student Ling Lan." Ling Lan's calm self-introduction made some of the teachers laugh. This child didn't have the slightest bit of shame for being caught doing something bad, instead looking more like an innocent child.
"Even if you are a child of Class-A, and one of the most outstanding students in the academy, I will lodge a complaint with the academy for your vile actions, and have the academy revoke your qualifications to enter Class-A." Ling Lan's unrepentant attitude finally angered the angry old teacher.
The old teacher's words made the young teachers around him smile wryly, shaking their heads inwardly. This old teacher was famous in the academy for being stubborn. Right was right, wrong was wrong, and there was no room for the slightest deviation. He was a stubborn old man who didn't care about feelings. It was also for this reason that the academy had put him in charge of maintaining order here, hoping to use his strictness to intimidate the group of rebellious students in the academy. Unexpectedly, before he had the chance to intimidate those rebellious students, he had actually bumped into an intelligent child who knew how to take an unconventional path first.
The young teachers were depressed. If not for the presence of this old teacher, they would have long let Ling Lan directly enter the test. There was no helping it — they just liked this kind of student who jumped out of the box, full of infinite possibilities.
Ling Lan was also extremely vexed. She rubbed the space between her brows hard, thinking about how to solve this problem. It wasn't that she was really afraid of the old teacher's complaint, but that she really couldn't bear to anger such a white-haired old man.
After a moment of silence, Ling Lan opened her mouth to ask, "May I ask who the owner of this shop is?"
To one side, a young man in military uniform was sitting on a sofa, watching the situation unfold. When he heard the child's question, he quickly raised his hand and said, "It's me, I'm here." He smiled with interest, waiting for Ling Lan's next reaction.
Seeing the young man's expression, Ling Lan's heart settled. She lowered her head slightly, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry! I broke the glass of your shop. I don't know how much it will cost to reinstall a new one. I will compensate you. "
"It's fine, it's fine. It's just a small piece of glass." The young man smiled, very nonchalantly rejecting her.
Ling Lan, however, said seriously, "I did it, so I will take responsibility. The academy has taught that we can't shirk our responsibilities."
Ling Lan's words made all the teachers present secretly nod their heads. Even the angry old teacher stroked his white beard, incomparably gratified, and the sternness on his face eased a lot.
What an amazing child! The young soldier beside the young man had a sharp look in his eyes. Just one sentence was enough to dissolve the old teacher's anger. He could foresee that in the end, this matter would end without any results.
"Haha, what if this piece of glass is very expensive? I know that you Scout Academy students don't have much money here. " The young man seemed to be deliberately mischievous, with a smirk on his face. At the same time, he vaguely reminded Ling Lan that before the results were confirmed, she shouldn't make a promise so quickly.
Ling Lan's wrist shook lightly, and a small object suddenly flew out from her hand, directly in front of the young man. This movement was very sudden, but the young man didn't panic at all. He stretched out his right hand, and easily caught it.
This clean and efficient performance made Ling Lan's eyebrows slightly raise. It seemed that the owner of this shop wasn't simple. Ling Lan took in this surprise, but a sneer appeared on her face: "This is your piece of glass. Any random instrument can identify its composition. We Scout Academy students are protected by the Scout Academy. I think big brother, you don't want to anger the Scout Academy, right?"
Every student of the Scout Academy was protected by the academy. Any adult who wanted to deceive the students would definitely suffer the Scout Academy's crazy revenge.
Ling Lan's look of disdain made the young soldier chuckle, while the young man covered his face speechlessly: Wasn't he just teasing him because he thought the other party was cute? Did he have to fight back so fiercely? To actually be looked down on by a seven-year-old child, sob sob sob, he didn't want to live anymore.
The old teacher's face, which had already calmed down, actually revealed a slight smile after hearing Ling Lan's words, nodding repeatedly. He had originally thought that this child was a rebellious and mischievous child, but he didn't expect her to be so clear on major issues, and also a responsible child. She really was a good child. It seemed that he couldn't handle this too much, so as not to hurt the child's ambition …
Unknowingly, the old teacher's thoughts had changed because of Ling Lan's performance.
"Alright, just give me 500 Federation virtual coins." The young man had no choice but to give a price that was 30% lower than the market price. Ling Lan naturally wouldn't refuse the other party's good intentions, and didn't brainlessly correct the other party's so-called correct price to prove her noble character.
Thus, Ling Lan retracted her disdainful expression, and in the blink of an eye, she sincerely thanked the other party. This made the young man's originally gloomy mood instantly improve, and once again, he felt that this child in front of him was too cute.
Sob sob sob, he must propose to his girlfriend as soon as possible, and strive to get into the bridal chamber this year, and give birth to a chubby child as cute as the child in front of him next year …
Ling Lan quickly and neatly transferred the gold coins to the young man, putting an end to the matter of breaking the glass. She then walked in front of the old teacher and said seriously, "Thank you for your teachings, teacher."
Ling Lan's words finally moved the old teacher. Children nowadays were very rebellious, and when faced with teachers who criticized them, they would often bear grudges in their hearts, and would definitely not thank them. The old teacher could clearly see that Ling Lan's gratitude was sincere. Seeing Ling Lan like this, the old teacher could no longer maintain his original sternness, and could only warn her verbally, "Remember, don't do it again."
Eh! Was this still that stubborn old man who didn't care about feelings? All of the teachers were very surprised by the old teacher's actions of lifting the board up high and gently putting it down. Originally, they thought that the old teacher would personally go to the disciplinary office to complain, but they didn't think that in the end, it would actually be this kind of result that only heard the sound of water but didn't see the splash of water.
The young soldier smiled as he looked at Ling Lan, whose face was full of sincerity. What a perfect final blow! He didn't think that after leaving the academy for just over ten years, such a monstrous child would appear. Lin Lan … Lin? Lin? Ling? This child's surname was actually the same as the monstrous child of his time. What a coincidence, he didn't know if it was also Ling?
Thinking of this, the young soldier's expression darkened, and he once again looked at Ling Lan with some hope in his eyes. He hoped that this equally intelligent child would have a safe journey, and not be like his classmate, who had his wings broken by a conspiracy eight years ago before he could shine at his brightest …
The old teacher ignored the astonishment on the faces of the other teachers, and despised them in his heart. Did they really think that I was old and muddle-headed, and couldn't see this child's intelligence? I was so strict with him only because I didn't want this child to be too smart and go down the wrong path. However, this child's response was really smart. He caught my weakness, and I couldn't continue to be strict with him. Very perfect …
A hint of worry appeared on the old teacher's face, and there was also some joy. His emotions were very complicated. This child was either a hero, or a formidable person. I don't know what path he will choose in the future …
Seeing that the broken window incident had been perfectly resolved, the teacher in charge of calling the students in for the assessment didn't continue to call them in. Instead, he motioned for Ling Lan to go over, and let him prepare to enter the portal for the assessment.
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