Since Zhang Zian knew that Shopkeeper Ye and Anxin of the Teahouse in Hidden Fog also knew martial arts, everything made sense.
Wing Chun originated from Shaolin Temple, but it was Yan Wing Chun who founded and developed the sect. Wing Chun emphasized on "skill" over "strength," so it was very suitable for women to learn. Even if it was not as good as Old Time Tea, who was a martial arts master blessed by the Strength of Faith, it could at least defeat two or three thieves. Plus, the two women might have other trump cards.
"I followed you here because they don't need my protection." Old Time Tea smiled. "But if you have time, you can go to the teahouse again. That woman surnamed Ye can more or less be considered half a senior sister of yours. "
Zhang Zian replied seriously, "Of course. When I have time, I will definitely bring a gift to visit Senior Sister Ye. "
As long as Old Time Tea was willing to stay, he could even go to the Teahouse in Hidden Fog as a daily task.
No … let's forget about the daily quests. We'll go bankrupt. Let's go with the monthly quests …
Old Time Tea smiled. "You don't have to be so formal. You don't even need to go into the teahouse. You just need to look at them from afar and know they are safe."
The more it said, the more Zhang Zian felt bad.
Old Time Tea had always been like this. It didn't fight for fame or profit. It was indifferent and tolerant. It was like a pine tree standing on the top of a mountain, leisurely accompanying the rising sun and setting moon, smiling at the clouds. It could choose to leave and go back to the Teahouse in Hidden Fog, breathe the freshest air, enjoy the best tea, and live a carefree life. But for Zhang Zian, Old Time Tea was willing to give up its peaceful life and step into the dangerous world again.
Old Time Tea didn't betray the surname "Ye." It just valued "kindness" more than blood and feelings.
In fact, even if Zhang Zian didn't mention the Teahouse in Hidden Fog today, it would find a chance to do so. It planned to introduce Zhang Zian to the Miss Ye. If it died in five years, it could ask the Miss Ye to teach Zhang Zian the wooden dummy skills.
Old Time Tea didn't tell Zhang Zian its plan because it didn't need to.
It had already seen through life and death. For it, death was just a reunion with its family and friends. It was nothing to be afraid of. They had been waiting for it for too long.
"Zian, it's getting late. Let's continue our search," it said calmly.
Zhang Zian and Old Time Tea left the top deck, which was filled with hormones, and walked down the fire stairs.
Including the viewing platform, the central teaching building had a total of 30 floors. The first and second floors were connected, and there were only a few utility rooms for cleaning, guard rooms, and toilets. He needed to search 27 floors in total.
On the 29th floor, nothing.
The 28th floor, nothing.
Twenty-seventh floor, nothing.
…
Zhang Zian searched floor by floor and gradually figured out the layout of the building. There were two spacious lecture halls on each floor, as well as several smaller classrooms and teachers' offices.
Some classrooms were filled with classes, some were filled with self-studying students, and some were occupied by clubs. When Zhang Zian barged into the classroom of an orchestra club, he was glared at by them and was thrown out.
Searching aimlessly like this was a huge test on one's mentality. One would often fall into self-doubt. Did I go into that classroom just now? Was there something missing?
Except for the floor number, the layout of each floor was very similar. It was like watching a familiar video over and over again. Zhang Zian could only search mechanically and tediously.
His cell phone rang. It was a low battery notification. The camera was on, which consumed a lot of battery power. It had just been fully charged before he left, and now the battery had turned red. Fortunately, he was well prepared this time and had brought a power bank. Otherwise, he would have to give up halfway.
After connecting the power bank to his cell phone, Zhang Zian pushed open the door of a small classroom, and unexpectedly found a familiar figure.
This small classroom was the teacher's office. There were six desks and a row of sofas. There were only two people in the room. One of them was the man in the trench coat, and the other was a teacher judging from his clothes and the way he talked.
This office seemed to belong to the Biology Department. There were relevant teaching materials and books on each desk, but Zhang Zian didn't know whether they were from Biological Engineering, Biotechnology, or Biological Science. There was a list of the school's office phone numbers on the wall, and there were several fossil bone models in the corner.
The man in the trench coat had his back to the door, and the two were arguing about something.
The sound of Zhang Zian opening the door made them stop arguing, and they turned around together.
"It's you." The man in the trench coat frowned. "What are you doing here?"
He looked at the male teacher suspiciously. "Do you know each other?"
The male teacher adjusted his glasses and replied impatiently, "I was going to ask you that. Is this your friend?"
"No!" Zhang Zian and the man in the trench coat answered at the same time.
Their voices were too synchronized. They stared at each other, and then turned around awkwardly.
What a joke! I don't want to be friends with such a pretentious person! Both of them thought so.
"Um … It's fine if you're not." The male teacher looked at them alternately. "Let me tell you, your request is too unrealistic. It's true that I'm going to Egypt for an investigation, and I'm really interested in primitive Egyptian cats, but they've been extinct for a long time. Where do you want me to start looking for them …"
"Stop!" The man in the trench coat looked at Zhang Zian and stopped the male teacher from continuing.
Zhang Zian was amused. It turned out that this brat still hadn't given up. If you want to get your hands on primitive Egyptian cats, you'll have to learn time travel first!
"Mr. Wei, I have to go now. I'll come back another day."
The man in the trench coat walked to the door unhappily and stared at Zhang Zian. "Why are you still here?"
"Why should I?" Zhang Zian asked.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'll do whatever I want. It's none of your business!" Zhang Zian didn't back down.
Mr. Wei was afraid that they would start a fight, so he quickly stepped in and separated them. He said, "If you have something to do, you should leave … This student …"
"He's not from this school," the man in the trench coat said.
"It's none of your business!" Zhang Zian stared at him angrily. "I want to be this teacher's graduate student!"
Before Zhang Zian could finish his sentence, Mr. Wei grabbed both of Zhang Zian's shoulders!
Zhang Zian trembled in fear. Was it illegal to brag?
"Student! You really want to be my graduate student? "Mr. Wei shook Zhang Zian's shoulders excitedly." Great! It's finally here! Come and fill out the form! "
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