The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1431

Chapter 1431: 698 Recognition (First Update)

This was a face Gu Jiao would recognize even if it turned to ashes.

A contour that could not be altered by youth, old age, health, or disease.

The phrase "the odd changes, the even remains the same" that Gu Jiao was about to blurt out instantly got stuck in her throat.

She stared at him blankly before finally calling out tentatively, "Godfather?"

The National Master lifted a pair of eyes full of divine luminescence from the shadows, looking at Gu Jiao with a faint confusion.

Gu Jiao’s stiff shoulders slightly drooped, her gaze different.

But really... it was too similar.

If one day the godfather became old, he should look like this.

The National Master asked with composure, "Young Master, what is your honorable surname, and what do you seek?"

The godfather would not call him Young Master, nor would he speak with such a calm tone.

So it really was just a person who looked exactly the same.

Gu Jiao’s gaze fell on the National Master’s teacup. His teacup was placed on his left side, and so were his ink slab and pen holder.

He was left-handed.

What a coincidence, so was the godfather.

She was brought back to the Organization by the godfather when she was eight, and all her skills were taught to her by him.

Though the godfather was very strict and seemed unaffectionate, if it weren’t for him, she would have killed herself the first time she lost complete control at age eight.

Gu Jiao gathered her thoughts and looked at the elder in front of her, not in a hurry to speak, but instead asked with her eyes if she could borrow his paper and pen.

The National Master gestured with his hand, inviting Gu Jiao to help herself.

Gu Jiao picked up the paper and pen from the table, wrote down a calculus problem from her previous life, and turned the paper around to push it in front of the National Master.

This National Master had created the six books of Yan Country, one of which was in the hands of Xiao Hen, and it recorded the mathematical knowledge of the previous world, translated into the native script of Yan Country.

The evidence alone was not enough; Gu Jiao wanted to personally confirm the simplified characters she wrote.

If the National Master was truly a transmigration senior, he would not fail to recognize them.

There was a noticeable change in the National Master’s expression when he saw the problem.

Gu Jiao felt his body seemed to shake slightly, her eyes lit up, "Did you notice something?"

The National Master sighed and spoke the truth, "It’s been years since I’ve seen such ugly brush writing. It truly offended my eyes for a moment."

Gu Jiao: "..."

Because the writing was so ugly, the National Master had a hard time recognizing that it was a problem.

He stared at the problem, picked up the pen, and wrote down the complete problem-solving process and the answer.

And he used the same simplified characters as Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao took it back to look and pouted, "Yours isn’t any prettier, and yet you criticize mine!"

"I haven’t written it for decades."

"So you really are—"

"You—"

"I am, too!"

Clever people don’t need to beat around the bush or tiptoe around the truth.

Gu Jiao was well aware of why she was here; her transmigrator identity was bound to be exposed sooner or later, unless the National Master was not from her time.

But if he wasn’t, then he couldn’t possibly create the Operating Room needed by Gu Yan.

So Gu Jiao preferred that he was, and preferred to expose herself.

The National Master looked at Gu Jiao in shock, a glimmer flickering in his pupils, "I really didn’t expect... after so many years... so many years..."

Gu Jiao understood the National Master’s feelings. From what she knew, the National Master came to Yan Country thirty years ago, a lone figure drifting in a Different World for thirty years, finally encountering someone from the same time as himself, he must be excited.

Gu Jiao didn’t seem as excited because she didn’t possess the intense emotions and feelings of a normal person.

But if she had to describe her feelings, then she was... a bit happy.

She didn’t need her own kind, so strictly speaking, this happiness was mostly because of the hope of treating Gu Yan.

At the National Master’s age, after experiencing many ups and downs and understanding life and death, he quickly accepted the reality before him.

He asked, "Can you tell me about your situation?"

Gu Jiao thought for a moment and succinctly said, "I’m from the 22nd century, now a citizen of Zhan Country."

The National Master mused, "One century later than me, how did you get here?"

Gu Jiao measured her words, "Plane crash, what about you, National Master?"

With a hint of nostalgia, the National Master said, "I was looking for someone, and while searching, I ended up here."

The statement sounded quite specific but was somewhat vague. It still didn’t clarify how he left his time, but it didn’t matter. After all, Gu Jiao wasn’t there to delve into the National Master’s privacy or past.

"How did you discover my identity?" the National Master asked.

Gu Jiao couldn’t exactly say that the stolen books of Yan Country were in the hands of our group; that sounded a bit provocative. Even though they were from the same hometown, she couldn’t be too revealing.

Gu Jiao said, "I heard about some of your deeds and felt you might be like me, but I wasn’t certain, so I tested you just now."