The research institute had always had fewer instructors and more students.
The top instructors in the Academy of Engineering were even rarer.
Therefore, the instructors had always judged whether a student should be accepted as a disciple based on their potential and results.
Not all students could have their own instructors after passing the entrance exam.
Generally speaking, an instructor could only teach at most three students at the same time to fully utilize the resources and improve their ability.
Mo Feng only had Bi'er as his subordinate.
His ability was indeed not bad, and many students were racking their brains trying to become his disciple.
Ying Zijin had already reached this level without the guidance of an instructor.
Mo Feng was very confident that with his guidance, the development of the Academy of Engineering would be unstoppable.
It was obvious that Ying Zijin's power and status were much higher than Bi'er's.
Before she returned to the Ryan family, she could get the tickets to the Laurent Auction House.
Now, she was the only daughter of the family.
With such a noble status, only the young master of the Yu family could compare to her in the circle of celebrities.
"Got it." Ying Zijin handed the experiment report to the window. "Move aside."
Mo Feng did not move aside. He frowned. "Mr. Ying, I know you have misunderstood me because of my attitude towards you in the past."
"But you should know that there are no instructors in the Academy of Engineering who are more knowledgeable and capable than me."
Dean Norman and a few other highly respected academicians did not accept students at all.
"Instructor Mo Feng, I recognize your ability." Ying Zijin raised her head, her eyes cold. "But I don't like your character."
"It's good to be utilitarian, but it's definitely utilitarian. It's better for you to change your profession."
Mo Feng's face changed and became a little red.
Dean Norman had said similar words to him before.
He never hid his utilitarian nature and treated first-class and second-class citizens differently.
But being lectured by a student in front of him, Mo Feng only felt embarrassed.
He took a deep breath. "Mr. Ying, I apologize to you. You can't gamble your future and development just because you're angry with me."
"If I accept you as my disciple, I'm confident that you can become an S-level researcher in half a year."
Mo Feng did not believe Ying Zijin when she said she had an instructor.
"How about this? This is a question from my teacher." Ying Zijin lost her patience. She casually threw a piece of paper at him and said indifferently, "See if you can do it first."
Mo Feng immediately took it, full of confidence: "Very simple, of course."
But after reading the question, his expression changed little by little.
The question on this piece of paper was clearly a difficult part of the core propulsion system of a cosmic aircraft carrier.
It had been listed as one of the three major problems of the Chinese Academy of Engineering 20 years ago.
Not to mention asking him to solve it, he might not even have the ability to do so.
Mo Feng's fingers trembled as he held onto the piece of paper.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, causing him to feel cold all over and unable to stand steadily.
The only person who could come up with such a question was …
He instantly thought of Dean Norman and the few academicians.
Mo Feng abruptly raised his head. His face was deathly pale as he stuttered, "You …"
"I'm sorry, Instructor Windless." Ying Zijin put on her hat and smiled. "I used to recognize your ability, but now it seems that you're just so-so."
"You are not fit to be my teacher."
The girl put away the document, picked up her bag and walked out.
Mo Feng stood rooted to the ground. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
It was as if he had been electrocuted, and his body was stiff.
When he thought of how Ying Zijin had already been accepted as a disciple by one of the most powerful people in the Chinese Academy of Engineering, Mo Feng felt like he was a joke.
He was the number one instructor in the Chinese Academy of Engineering, but he could not be compared to Dean Norman and the other academicians.
Mo Feng's face was ashen.
Because of the soundproof door, Bi 'er did not hear what Mo Feng and Ying Zijin were talking about.
But based on her understanding of Mo Feng, Mo Feng definitely wanted to accept Ying Zijin as his disciple.
Bi 'er gritted her teeth, her fingers digging into her palms.
It was fine if she lost her position as the young mistress, but one's background was not something a person could choose.
But now, even her teacher had chosen Ying Zijin, completely ignoring her feelings.
Was he that powerful?
Bi 'er's heart felt like it was being bitten by ants.
"Senior Bi 'er, don't, don't feel bad." One of the students comforted her. "Mr Ying is not human. The Internet said that he is a god among geniuses."
"Let's not compare. Just be yourself."
This sentence made Bi 'er's emotions churn even more.
She tightened her grip on her bag and sneered. "Who do you think you are to lecture me? I want to compete, so what?"
She walked out in a hurry without looking back.
"Hey, that's enough. Why are you telling her this? A female student flipped a silver coin. "In the past, before Mr Ying was found, she used her wealth and status to oppress him."
"Now that the positions are reversed, she's here complaining about her wealth and status. She's the one with the most impressive double standards."
The students handed in their experiments one after another, and did not even greet Mo Feng, who was still rooted to the ground.
Like teacher, like disciple.
There was nothing to sympathize with.
**
On the other side, Ying Zijin went to Director Norman's office.
She handed over the results of her recent experiments to him.
"Eh?" Director Norman held the design of the new laser pistol and was puzzled. "Isn't this SY's design?"
He had been watching SY's livestreams recently.
This new engineering streamer had already swept through the entire W Network's livestream area.
Although some knowledge was still lacking, she had many innovative ideas.
"Yes, it's me," Ying Zijin explained. "I earned some money first."
"Oh, you earned money … Wait!" Director Norman reacted. "What did you say? You're SY?! "
Not to mention the netizens, even he thought that some teacher was doing a livestream.
Damn, she was actually his disciple?
Director Norman's heart almost couldn't take it. He calmed himself down. "Too, too awesome."
Ying Zijin was speechless.
She took out a few more boxes, which were filled with medicine to strengthen the body.
The reason why those people wanted to kill her was unknown, but it probably had something to do with the Academy of Engineering.
However, the person who was really driving the development of the Academy of Engineering was Director Norman. His intelligence was comparable to that of Simon Brand.
There was an 80% chance that he was among the targets of the assassination.
She had to take precautions in advance.
"Disciple." Dean Norman was feeling smug now. "Let me show you my recent results."
As he spoke, he gathered his inner strength and began to practice Qinggong.
After walking around the wall, Director Norman stopped. "How is it?"
Ying Zijin coughed. "Teacher."
Director Norman's expression was serious. "Speak."
"You …" Ying Zijin was tactful. "It really looks like you're practicing the Toad Technique."
Director Norman was speechless.
He must be working hard to lose weight.
Director Norman sat back in his chair and pushed his glasses. "Oh right, didn't you tell me half an hour ago that you handed in the experiment report? Why are you only here now?"
While yawning, Ying Zijin gave a concise and comprehensive account of what happened.
Director Norman was instantly enraged and cursed for the first time. "Damn, you want to steal my disciple!"
Was it easy for him to recruit a genius?
Ying Zijin prepared a cup of tea. "Teacher, drink it."
"Oh." Director Norman became obedient in a second.
After drinking it, he felt it. "Disciple, my body has become much lighter."
"Yes." Ying Zijin leaned back in her chair and lazily said, "Thanks to your anger, some of the impurities in my liver have been expelled."
Director Norman was speechless.
Another day of being tricked by his disciple.
**
On the other side.
Biological Gene Institute.
Because of the competition at the beginning of the month, the resources of the Biological Gene Institute were cut in half.
The director of the Genetic Institute could only distribute his reserves.
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the Academy of Engineering and Director Norman, an email appeared in his mailbox.
The email contained a detailed description of the embryonic genetic experiment.
After reading it, the expression of the director of the Genetic Institute changed.
More than 20 years ago, he was just a researcher.
Although he didn't have any real power, he was fortunate enough to participate in that experiment.
Because it was done directly to the embryo, in the end, because it went against human nature, the Sage Institute ordered it to stop completely.
Therefore, the researcher who proposed this experiment was executed by the court.
And because the Biological Gene Institute was directly under the Sage Magician, the magician himself was punished in a sage conference.
As for the content of the punishment, ordinary people like them naturally didn't know.
The failed experimental body ran out and was still safe and sound until now. No one knew what the consequences would be.
They also didn't know how the Sage Institute would punish them.
Cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the director of the Genetic Institute. He immediately contacted a few genetically modified soldiers.
Their strength was comparable to a 200-year-old ancient martial arts master.
[Hacker Alliance, Qin Lingyu and Qin Lingyan. Deal with them within seven days!]
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