But instant noodles are not good for health, could it be affecting your nerves?
"There were no blueprints in the lab." Qin Lingyan barely collected himself, expressionless, "No one helped any student cheat. The W network has always been maintained by the Hacker Alliance, so it’s impossible for an accident to have occurred."
The invigilator blurted out, "But the testing system clearly..."
"You should replace your testing system." Qin Lingyan interrupted him, "Qian Jun."
The steward named "Qian Jun" understood, and immediately pulled up a price list, displaying it in the form of a 3D projection.
"As far as we know, your institute’s testing system has not been replaced in three years." Qian Jun smiled, "Because the young master has recently returned to the alliance, the alliance leader is very pleased and is preparing to host a banquet."
"So, all services and products under the Hacker Alliance are also discounted. Your institute can choose any plan, and the Hacker Alliance will be fully responsible for maintenance."
Dean Norman: "..."
Such great salesmanship.
He had dealt with the leader of the Hacker Alliance many times and had once been tricked into buying a smart armor system incorporating both offense and defense.
Like father, like son.
Shrewd beyond measure.
The invigilator did not speak again.
If he said any more, he would be questioning the Hacker Alliance.
But Tian Yan was a bit stunned.
How could there be no blueprints?!
Had she made a mistake while importing them?
Tian Yan pinched her palm and gritted her teeth.
Once again, Ying Zijin had escaped unscathed, and this time she had succeeded in entering the Engineering Institute.
It wouldn’t be so easy to deal with her again.
Meanwhile, Qian Jun was discussing plans with Dean Norman and a group of mentors.
Qin Lingyan felt somewhat restless.
He frequently glanced at the girl and finally couldn’t hold back, stepping forward.
Ying Zijin glanced at him.
Qin Lingyan halted his steps, swallowed his words, and quietly made an "OK" gesture.
Indicating they would go for a meal together later.
**
On the other side.
Sage Academy.
A detailed report of the assessments from the two major institutes was submitted to the Sage Academy.
As for the other institutes, the Sage Academy neither had the time nor the concern to manage them.
The highest layer of the Sage Academy comprised twenty-two rooms.
Numbered from 0 to 21, each corresponded to one of the twenty-two major arcana of the Tarot Cards.
It was also the place where the Sages summoned others.
Each room corresponded to a Sage.
This was the second door, numbered "1".
A symbol on the door depicted a figure in a white robe and a deep red cloak, holding a scepter.
The place belonging to the second Sage among the Twenty-Two Sages, the Magician.
Gaining permission, the steward walked in.
But inside, there was no figure to be seen.
Only a voice was heard: "Speak."
"Reporting, Master." The steward respectfully made a full bow, "A few promising candidates have emerged from the Genetics Institute this time. This boy named Lan En scored 92 points, currently ranking fifth overall. He should receive focused training."
The Engineering Institute and the Genetics Institute, though listed together as the two major institutes,
everyone in the City of the World knew the Genetics Institute had two Sages behind it.
Any candidate who scored highly or performed outstandingly would get an audience with a Sage.
It was something that everyone longed for.
Hence, the number of participants in the Genetics Institute’s examination far exceeded that of the Engineering Institute.
The Magician’s voice sounded again, with a hint of coldness: "And the Engineering Institute?"
"Thirty people were selected in total from the Engineering Institute, the highest score being 88 and the lowest 60." The steward continued, "Here is the list, for your review, Master."
"No need." After hearing the scores, the Magician calmly said, "I am currently researching a new drug. You may leave, and do not disturb me."
Without scores above 90, it wasn’t enough to warrant his attention.
The steward bowed again and hurriedly left.
The door closed automatically.
The steward broke out in a sweat and was just about to head downstairs.
Turning around, he bumped into a man.
Seeing the man’s face, the steward was startled and hurriedly knelt: "Greetings, Commander."
As service personnel around the Sages, they had to remember the faces of all the key figures.
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