As this was the first time he had received such an invitation, Nanfeng didn't know much. While Fang Zhao was being held back by Old Master Mo Lang for supplementary lessons, Nanfeng, Zuo Yu, and Yan Biao went to the venue to take a look and ask the staff there.
Students participating in the Star Cup Challenge Competition were staying in a hotel. The venue was right beside the hotel. When Nanfeng and the other two arrived, they could see students in uniforms from various continents walking around. There were also some reporters waiting in the hotel lobby. Some were from educational journals, and some were from entertainment. Some were able to arrange interviews with students, while others were waiting for opportunities.
The person who received Nanfeng was a member of the Science and Technology Association. As Fang Zhao didn't need to stay in the hotel, Nanfeng got the other party to bring them to the venue. Nanfeng's focus was on the organizers' arrangements and requirements, while Zuo Yu and Yan Biao's focus was on checking out the venue. As bodyguards, they had to familiarize themselves with the venue and ensure Fang Zhao's safety.
It had to be said that the Star Cup organizers were very protective of these genius students.
While Zuo Yu and Yan Biao were checking out the venue, Nanfeng had already learned from the Science and Technology Association staff about the victory ceremony's arrangements and procedures. He had also taken notes on the things he needed to take note of.
"What's over there?" Nanfeng pointed to the door at the end of the passageway. The door was ajar, and voices could be heard coming from it.
"That's a conference room. A few teams of students are having an exchange today," the Science and Technology Association staff member explained.
"Can I go over and take a look?" Nanfeng asked. He was very curious about those young elites.
"Uh … sure."
In the conference room, a few leading teachers were chatting and laughing in a corner. As the Star Cup Challenge Competition had ended, they were very relaxed. As for the students, they gathered in groups of three to five to discuss their research directions.
"This bunch of brats … Modifying spaceships and space warships? Their bragging is a little too big, but it's good to have such ambitions." The Science and Technology Association staff member who had brought Nanfeng over laughed. After listening for a while, he felt that some of the things these young students said weren't realistic enough. No matter how much they said, the theories involved too much knowledge. He wasn't a researcher, so he didn't express his opinion.
As for Nanfeng, he had a blank look on his face ever since he entered.
Nanfeng was originally in high school, but he realized that he couldn't understand what these students were saying. He could understand a few words here and there, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand them.
Because they were already middle school students, many of the students were very tall. Height was Nanfeng's sore point. After entering, not only was his intelligence suppressed, but he couldn't even find an advantage in height. He had no sense of existence at all, which made Nanfeng very depressed.
When the two strangers came in, the students only glanced at them and didn't look at them anymore. Some of them were chatting happily and didn't even notice the newcomers, completely ignoring them.
"Who are you?" Finally, a student asked. His gaze swept across the staff card of the Science and Technology Association member before looking at Nanfeng. Nanfeng didn't have any identification on him.
"Ahem, I'm … a staff member. I'm here to take a look at the celebratory feast." Nanfeng was too embarrassed to say that he was Fang Zhao's assistant. If he couldn't answer the students' questions, wouldn't he be embarrassing his boss?
Hearing that Nanfeng was also a staff member, the curious students immediately lost interest.
Seeing that the student in front of him wasn't participating in the group discussion, Nanfeng asked, "Who did you vote for this time's celebrity vote?"
"Fang Zhao," the student said. "I like Fang Zhao's music."
Nanfeng was delighted. He continued asking, "Is it the legendary divine tune for brushing questions?" He remembered reading about a student who liked to listen to Fang Zhao's music while brushing questions.
"No, I listen to it when I'm doing experiments. It gives me a sense of purpose!" the student replied.
"Ah? Won't you be criticized for listening to music while doing experiments? "Nanfeng didn't understand.
The student was baffled. "Why would I be criticized for listening to music in my own laboratory?"
Nanfeng: "… Ha, your own laboratory."
Nanfeng laughed awkwardly. To not expose his ignorance, Nanfeng asked the second student, who also said that he liked to listen to music while doing experiments. Nanfeng sighed. "It's freedom in your own laboratory."
However, the student looked at Nanfeng as if he was an idiot. "Of course it's the school's laboratory! We applied for a laboratory and funding. What makes a poor student like me think that I can support such expensive experiments? "
"Then you said you were listening to music in the laboratory …"
"I wore headphones!"
Nanfeng: "… Oh." I feel like I didn't bring my brain today.
"Do you know Fang Zhao well?" the student suddenly asked.
"Not really … well … I guess," Nanfeng stammered.
"That means you know him better." The student nodded. "I have a question to ask. Can Fang Zhao really hear infrasound below 20Hz and ultrasonic waves above 20kHz? Of course, this isn't the main point. What I'm more curious about is whether he can accurately distinguish two tones that are one Hz apart when the frequency is above 4000Hz. Also … "
Nanfeng: "…" Goodbye!
As a qualified assistant, Nanfeng didn't want to discuss his boss's precious ears with others!!
After leaving the venue, Nanfeng immediately sent a message to Fang Zhao: Boss! This bunch of brats are peeping at your ears!!
Nanfeng reported to Fang Zhao what he had seen and felt at the venue, as well as his conversations with the students. He had to let Fang Zhao be prepared in case he was stumped by those brats.
Fang Zhao chuckled when he saw Nanfeng's message. He then put this matter aside and continued writing his thesis. Mo Lang had agreed to attend the Star Cup victory ceremony, but he had to finish his thesis before then.
The day before the victory ceremony, Fang Zhao and the other invited guests arrived at the venue. The organizers had held a small meeting in advance.
At the venue, Fang Zhao saw the golden-haired Chu Bo. Other than them, there were also world-renowned football stars, movie stars, hosts of secondary school TV shows, and so on. They might not necessarily be in the same circles, but without exception, they were all very famous. A few of them were also familiar faces from the Star Cup victory ceremony.
"There are quite a few bodyguards around Chu Bo." Yan Biao scanned the area and said in a low voice, "There are still some outside the venue."
"The one beside Chu Bo, the one with the square face and short brown hair. I think I've seen him before." Zuo Yu thought for a bit but couldn't recall where he had seen him.
"The cemetery guard," Fang Zhao replied.
"Yes, yes!! Boss, did we see that fella when we went to Jinzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs? " Zuo Yu remembered that when Fang Zhao had gone to the various continents' Cemetery for Martyrs to pay his respects, he had been stopped by the cemetery guards to check his identity.
"Cemetery guard?" Nanfeng was flabbergasted. He knew about the tomb guards. Only a group of people with extremely sharp senses would be transferred to the cemetery to guard the tomb. After the deadline, they would be transferred to some important positions. In the army, it was also a special unit that was considered one of the "secret weapons".
Even if they were transferred to be bodyguards, they would be protecting important people. Although Chu Bo's family background played a part in being able to transfer a cemetery guard as a bodyguard, Nanfeng somewhat believed the rumors. Perhaps Chu Bo was really on someone's assassination list. Otherwise, the Chu family wouldn't have transferred a cemetery guard over. What a precious resource! Zaro, Woo Tianhao, Barbara, and Mitisy didn't receive such treatment!
They were discussing whether Chu Bo's mouth had attracted too much hatred and had no choice but to transfer such a special personnel over to protect his personal safety.
On the other side, Chu Bo was also conversing with the bodyguard beside him.
"The security measures here are very good. Star Cup students are all future elite researchers. Talents are precious, and the organizers place great importance on their safety." Chu Bo paused as he spoke and lowered his voice to ask the person beside him, "Have you discovered any dangerous individuals? You have been tense ever since you came in. "
"I have," the former cemetery guard and current bodyguard replied.
Chu Bo's smile vanished, and his expression immediately eased up. However, his nerves were also tense. It wasn't easy to pass through the numerous security checks outside the venue and enter. He had originally wanted to go over and greet Fang Zhao, but he wasn't in the mood after hearing the bodyguard's words.
"Where is he?" Chu Bo's voice was somewhat stiff.
"Same row as us, seat 05 on the left."
Chu Bo pretended to casually glance over. His line of sight paused, and he confirmed once more as though he didn't believe it. "Sitting in the same row as us, seat 05 on the left. Fang Zhao?"
Honestly speaking, Chu Bo would also believe it if it was the person beside Fang Zhao. That person had a baleful aura. Although he had already tried his best to conceal it, the other party was wary of his surroundings and had revealed a slight reaction when he saw the bodyguards beside Chu Bo. He was probably a garrison soldier from some alien base. There were quite a few such people among his bodyguards, and Chu Bo was very familiar with them.
But … Fang Zhao?
Seeing that Chu Bo didn't believe him, the former cemetery guard continued, "I saw him at the cemetery in the past. He wasn't that famous back then, and my intuition told me that this person was very dangerous. I can't tell now, but that doesn't mean that he isn't dangerous. He just hides himself even more deeply. I feel that this kind of person's danger level is rising. "
Chu Bo relaxed upon hearing that it was Fang Zhao and chuckled. "Your occupational disease is acting up. I know people like Fang Zhao. He is the genius type. Bu Base even flaunted his glorious achievements some time ago. I can only admire this kind of person."
"He is the type that has seen blood. Furthermore, his hands are definitely stained with quite a lot of blood!" the former cemetery guard said with certainty.
"Now that you mention it, the internal rumors that his military merits during his military service were actually obtained by slaughtering many terrorists should be true!" Chu Bo was excited, and his desire to befriend Fang Zhao intensified. "I feel that he isn't dangerous at all!"
The former cemetery guard was anxious. His orders were to keep Chu Bo away from dangerous people. From his point of view, Fang Zhao was a well-concealed knife that would draw blood the moment it was unsheathed. Although Fang Zhao had indeed performed many meritorious deeds and many big shots in the military thought highly of Fang Zhao, the former cemetery guard's first impression of Fang Zhao was too deep. Back then, when he had met Fang Zhao's eyes at the Jinzhou cemetery, he had been itching to sound the entire region's alarm. Even now, that feeling was still very clear. To put it simply, he had a psychological shadow over Fang Zhao, a very big one.
However, no matter how this former cemetery guard persuaded him, Chu Bo felt that there was nothing to be afraid of when it came to someone who was so dedicated to music and had such attainments!
Cliché.
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