Looking at the guy in front of him who was wearing blinding clothes, had colorful hair, a shiny noble emblem, and was smiling like an idiot, Celine tried hard to recall who this guy was, but he still couldn't figure out who this guy was.
Airplane Head was panting heavily after he ran in front of Cillin. His face was so excited that it was a little red.
"You … you're … Silin? The Silin who's driving Vege-Fritter? "
Cillin glanced suspiciously at the jet in front of him before nodding, "I am."
"This is great! I finally got to meet my idol! " The pilot jumped up and down excitedly. Then, he rubbed his hands, straightened his clothes, and performed a normal noble salute. It wasn't the kind of salute Lunani would give a royal descendant, but a normal noble salute.
Even though it was just a normal noble salute, the person who saluted him was full of admiration.
After listening to Hong Xi for a while, Silin finally understood why the guy knew him.
Hong Xi was a flying car enthusiast himself, and he had attended the grand flying car race held by the Sizer Family. However, there were too many nobles and upper class nobles there, and Hong Xi's family wasn't in the upper class. He didn't have any connections, so he wasn't able to attend the race with Gen Xingming and the others. There were so many people watching the race, so Silin didn't pay attention to every corner of the stands.
After learning the whole story, Cillin smiled and chatted with Hong Xi for a while. Then, he excused himself and went to Chang Little Four's place.
"You know him, Hong Xi?" Thomas came over and asked.
Hong Xi was still staring at Silin with admiration. He said, "He's my idol! Do you know why Vege-Fritter is so popular right now? "
Thomas thought for a moment before looking at Hong Xi. "Because of him?"
Thomas wasn't a flying car enthusiast, but he would occasionally pay attention to large flying car races. He had heard about the rise of Vege-Fritter.
"If I remember correctly, that race was mainly because of Naimi of the Sizer Family, wasn't it?" Thomas said.
"What do you know! Naimi is just the navigator, Silin is the driver! Do you understand what a driver is?! "It was exactly because Hong Xi was crazy about flying cars that he wanted to learn more about them.
"Silin? What's his background? I don't think he's wearing a noble emblem. "
Most nobles would wear noble emblems when they were outside. Of course, some people didn't wear them because they found it troublesome or preferred to keep a low profile.
"I don't know about that. But after the race, I saw him with the three princes. They looked really close. "
Thomas' eyebrows shot up when he heard Hong Xi's words.
Cillin didn't care what the people behind him were saying. He checked the time and realized that it was about time to contact San Calombo. After bidding farewell to Chang Little Four and the others, Cillin left Myriad Flower View Garden with the gray cat and arrived at a relatively quiet park. There weren't many people in the park at this time of day.
As soon as they received the location information, the people from San Calombo didn't care whether it was real or not. They immediately sent people to meet them. However, when their flying car stopped at the place Silin had mentioned, they only saw a young man lying on a bench under a tree, reading a book. At first glance, they dismissed Silin as a student of San Calombo. But when they looked around, there were only a few people there, and there was no one there.
Whoosh! A flying car landed there, and the principal of San Calombo hurried over from his flying car. Seeing that the people who had arrived earlier were still in a daze, he asked angrily, "Where are they?"
Normally speaking, the headmaster didn't need to be in such a hurry to receive visitors. He himself had a noble background, and his influence in the twenty-third star region wasn't bad either. However, it was Guan Feng from the Royal Academy of Sciences who was on shift duty this time, and apparently, Guan Feng had sent his favorite student instead. Guan Feng's reputation was growing day by day in the academic circle. Most academics had heard of him even if they weren't in their own field, not to mention the fact that he was an imperial tutor. The headmaster didn't dare act carelessly. If he offended Guan Feng's favorite student, Guan Feng only needed to say a few bad things about him in the academic circle, and he wouldn't be able to keep his position for long. There were plenty of people fighting for the position.
Everyone was still at a loss when they heard the headmaster's question. I don't see anyone around here who looks like they belong to the RAS.
In the past, the people from the RAS were escorted by their own personal guards, and most of them carried a sense of superiority that they couldn't hide. But when they looked around carefully, they realized that there was no one who fit the image they had in mind. Moreover, the people they had sent to greet this time were either experienced or had borrowed experience from others. They specifically picked middle-aged, weak-looking people with guards and a conceited aura. Unfortunately, they couldn't find anything.
Just as the San Calombo headmaster was growing anxious, he saw a young man reading on a wooden chair close his book and walk over to him.
The headmaster squeezed out a smile and made himself look friendly. "Excuse me, did you see anyone around here just now?"
Instead of answering the headmaster's question directly, Silin said, "May I ask if you're Headmaster Flick?"
"I am." There were a lot of people in San Calombo who knew Flick, so Flick didn't suspect Silin at all.
After confirming the headmaster's identity, Silin took out a document and said, "I'm the one who came here this time. I believe my tutor has already contacted you."
Flick's smile froze on his face. He took the document from Silin's hand and looked at it blankly. Then he looked at Silin, looked at the document again, looked at Silin again, and then looked again...
It wasn't that Flick was being overly stubborn, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Cillin ever since he stepped foot into the world of education. Speaking of which, Cillin looked about the same as most of the students in their school, and he didn't feel the arrogant aura of the people from the RAS. Most importantly of all, Cillin was young. Not everyone could look like a young man at his age like that old monster Guan Feng. The young man before him was only in his twenties, and he hadn't even graduated from AF1 yet.
"You're … Silin? The honorary scholar Guan Feng sent here to give a lecture? "Flick asked carefully.
"I am."
Flick wasn't the only one who was stunned. Everyone else who had come to greet him looked sluggish as well.
It was infuriating to compare oneself to another...
Although he was still skeptical, there would be a video conference before the lecture. Both the school and the RAS representatives would be present, so there was no way he could fake it.
Flick politely invited Silin to the conference venue despite his skepticism. There were still a lot of things to discuss, so the sooner he confirmed it, the sooner he could be at ease.
Some people in the park saw a couple of flying cars belonging to the higher-ups of the school flying over and over again. They didn't know what they were doing, but it felt like they were in a hurry. Did a fight break out between nobles again? Many people hurriedly packed up their things and left the place. They didn't want to get involved in a fight between nobles. Anyone who got involved was bound to suffer.
Flick led Silin to the meeting room of San Calombo's higher-ups. When he arrived, a couple of retired vice principals and a few old men who were still influential in the twenty-third star region's academic circle were already present.
Sun Fu had been studying the Golden Thread Tortoise with his old friends at home. He had ignored the higher-ups' attempts to communicate with him, but the higher-ups had stopped him at his doorstep and brought him here. He was still sulking. But when he saw Silin carefully escorted by Flick, his jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
Flick introduced Cillin to everyone, and as expected, the room was filled with a strange atmosphere. Everyone's gazes swept across Cillin like a scanner.
After greeting them, Cillin took his seat and looked at Sun Fu, one of the retired elderly people diagonally across from him. Cillin nodded and greeted him with a smile.
Sun Fu shivered. A chill ran down his spine. Is this guy really an honorary scholar of the RAS? No wonder he was lucky enough to catch a hundred-year Golden Thread Tortoise in the lake!
Silin would be depressed if he knew this. What does being an honorary scholar of the RAS have to do with being lucky enough to catch a Golden Thread Tortoise?!
The video conference was held between San Calombo and Silin on one side, and the RAS lecturer on the other. He had heard about it from the people in the institute before, so he wasn't surprised when Guan Feng sent Silin over to give a talk. He greeted Guan Feng in the most natural way possible.
The atmosphere in the room grew even weirder. However, Silin's status as an honorary scholar was confirmed after this conference. Everyone sighed with emotion. They had always thought that San Calombo had produced a lot of geniuses, but Silin's talent surprised them.
Silin was about the same age as their sons and grandsons, but he was already an honorary scholar of the RAS.
After the conference was over, Sun Fu looked like he wanted to talk to Silin but didn't know how to do it. He took a long time to prepare himself, but another dean of the School of Microbiology pushed him aside and beat him to it. Sun Fu was so angry that he slammed his walking stick on the ground a few times.
Maybe the others didn't know that the dean of San Calombo's School of Microbiology had contacted the person who held the mysterious civilian summit after confirming Silin's identity. Up until now, no one in the field of microbiology and viruses had come up with a better third-generation medicine than the Zebra Virus. Everyone said that the third-generation medicine was the perfect cure for the Zebra Virus. It wasn't easy to meet the person in person today, so how could he let this opportunity slip by?
After chatting with a few people for a while, Silin looked at Sun Fu, who was still sitting next to him.
"How's the Golden Thread Tortoise going, Old Mister Sun?" Silin asked with a smile.
"It's … It's going well." Sun Fu wanted to find a hole to hide in. Back then, because of the Golden Thread Tortoise incident, his tone wasn't very good. He had even detained Silin's golden thread tortoise. Originally, he planned to return it after the research was done and give Silin some compensation. He didn't expect the kid to hide it so well.
Seeing that Silin wasn't as difficult to talk to as the people at the RAS, Sun Fu gradually relaxed. It didn't take long for him to talk to Silin about the Golden Thread Tortoise.
No one in the room wanted to hear the word "suck up to", but in fact, everyone couldn't help but do it. It wasn't easy to meet a young man, so how could they let him go?
However, it didn't take long before the old fellows realized that Celine was too cunning. He was playing Tai Chi with you. If you asked about academics, fine, you could talk about many fields. But if you asked about other things, I'm sorry, I can't answer.
Although they didn't manage to get any useful information out of Silin, they had to admit that Silin was a very capable person. It was no wonder that he was able to get to the position everyone dreamed of at such a young age.
Over the next few days, Silin stayed with the school officials at San Calombo. The date of the talk was getting closer and closer. A lot of people who were interested in Cillin had come to San Calombo, and Flick had been on high alert lately. He was afraid that something bad would happen to Cillin during this period of time. While paying attention to the school's internal affairs, he also contacted his family to investigate Cillin. Although the information was still incomplete, Flick's face was like a chrysanthemum blossoming every time he saw Cillin. It was a sight that gave everyone goosebumps. Still, everyone could guess why Flick treated Cillin this way.
On the day of the talk, San Calombo's largest academic hall was already overcrowded. Many people who didn't manage to get a ticket were loitering outside. They wanted to see what the people from the RAS looked like.
An aircraft slowly approached. The design of the aircraft was rather formal, with San Calombo's school emblem on it.
As soon as the aircraft appeared, the people waiting outside craned their necks. Since people weren't allowed to bring too many photographic equipment into the hall, the entrance inspection was very strict. This was something Flick had specifically instructed them to do.
The aircraft flew over the crowd and stopped at the designated landing site. Not many people would be able to enter this place, so it was a pity that they couldn't see the people who were coming.
The hatch of the aircraft opened, and a group of people walked out.
"Hey, which one is it?"
"I don't know. I can't tell."
Several patrolling officers at the landing site talked to each other.
The lights in the academic hall changed, and the noisy hall suddenly fell silent. The door on the side of the podium opened, and a group of people walked in. They took their seats at the front of the hall. Their names were displayed on the seats. Everything was done according to the rules.
The group of people attracted attention as soon as they entered the hall. Therefore, Silin, who was walking with a group of middle-aged and elderly people, was very conspicuous. Apart from the hostess, who wouldn't pay attention to someone who could walk with these influential figures in San Calombo?
"Hey, Little Four, why does that person look so familiar?" Chang Little Four's classmate said, nudging him with his elbow.
Chang Little Four stared in that direction without saying a word.
Thomas, Hong Xi, and the others were also shocked. Was that a special guest?
While a lot of people were guessing Cillin's identity, Flick walked up to the stage and gave a formulaic speech. Then, the big screen behind him displayed the speaker's information, and Cillin's image gradually popped up in the middle of the school's upper echelons. The image gradually grew bigger, and the introduction information appeared.
"Silin, an honorary scholar of the RAS. Currently studying at the first affiliated school of the RAS. His research results …"
The hall was silent.
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