Volume 6: Summer Chapter 33 Opening the Door
Zhuang Zekun observed Tang Butian. She was extremely fast, her movements were simple and sharp, and there were almost no unnecessary movements between her moves.
Zhuang Zekun dodged sideways.
Tang Butian spun around, quickly retreated half a meter, and then leaped forward. The wooden sword passed through the fist shadow and hit Zhuang Zekun's shoulder. There was no emotion in the girl's eyes, and she could see through her eyes. This time, Zhuang Zekun did not dodge. He punched out with his right fist, which was soft but tough, and forcibly deflected the wooden sword to the side.
The fist enlarged in the girl's pupils.
Tang Butian turned his wrist and the tip of the knife sank slightly.
She didn't hide either.
In a flash, they exchanged dozens of moves. Finally, the girl punched the knife handle and flipped several times in the air before falling to the ground.
Tang Butian raised her head and saw Zhuang Zekun walking towards her. She stood up holding the wooden sword.
Zhuang Zekun looked at her face, with some hair stuck to her cheeks . It was a very young face, so young that it seemed immature. He suddenly remembered that she was two years younger than Guan Nuo.
Zhuang Zekun asked: "Did anything happen to you today?"
"No." Tang Butian denied it immediately.
"What do you think of this place?"
"fine."
“This space is man-made.”
"Man-made? Research institute?"
"That's right," Zhuang Zekun nodded. "After the Institute became independent from the Academy of Sciences, it set up a department to study the composition of small worlds. However, there were too few samples available for research, so there was no progress. Later... the entire department was disbanded, leaving only this space."
Listening to Zhuang Zekun's words, Tang Butian looked around.
"It's just an immature, semi-finished product," Zhuang Zekun turned around, "Let's go out."
Tang Butian followed Zhuang Zekun back to the study.
"Would you like to sit for a while? I'll make you a cup of tea?" Zhuang Zekun asked her.
"No, I want to go back."
"If you want to come here to practice in the future, you are a sword cultivator, and you can use your skills here to your heart's content," Zhuang Zekun walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a bunch of keys. After taking out one of the keys, he walked back to Tang Butian with it, "Take this key. I may live in Yanjing for a long time in the future. I also have another residence in Tangjiang. If you need it, just come here by yourself."
Tang Butian looked at the key in Zhuang Zekun's hand, but she didn't move.
"Xiao Tang, the Jinghu meeting is a thing of the past. From now on, the Special Operations Group..."
Tang Butian interrupted Zhuang Zekun and asked, "Is the research institute moving back to Laojinshan?"
"Did Taoist Qingyang tell you that?" Zhuang Zekun looked at Tang Butian's expression and said, "I was at a meeting in Yanjing a while ago. It was decided at the meeting that the institute would establish and restart many projects, including research . In this case, the current address of the institute is no longer suitable."
“What about tourists?”
"We will use some means to ensure that tourists don't get lost. The plan has gone through three rounds of demonstrations. After we move in, we will also rehearse various situations," Zhuang Zekun handed the key forward and said, "Xiao Tang, do you think the existence of the Special Operations Department is meaningful?"
"It makes sense. I learned a lot," Tang Butian looked directly into Zhuang Zekun's eyes, "but I still can't figure it out."
"What don't you understand?"
"I know what happened thirty years ago. If you need me to come down the mountain and need my sword, why don't you just tell me?" Tang Butian pursed her lips. "Since I can remember, I have been practicing in the mountains with my master. I encountered many difficulties on the road of practice, but I overcame them all. Among the disciples of my generation in the mountain, I have always been the strongest and the most hardworking."
"I know all that."
"Your goal is to deal with Jinghu Society, and I have nothing to do with Jinghu Society. A first place is just a title. Maybe it seems insignificant to you. It is indeed just a title. However, I have wanted this title for more than ten years, ever since I can remember."
"I was wrong," Zhuang Zekun smiled bitterly, "Xiao Tang, at that time..." He sighed again, "The mountain has always refused to confront Jinghu Society head-on. The first place is not just a title. If Zhong Yan gets it, Brother Minghong's voice in the mountain will increase."
Tang Butian remained silent.
“I really had no other choice at that time.”
Tang Butian said: "I don't want to be calculated again."
"I promise." Zhuang Zekun said.
"Okay," Tang Butian took the key, "I'm leaving. And you still owe me two beatings."
Zhuang Zekun watched Tang Butian walk out of the study, pass through the living room, open the door and walk straight out.
…
Street lights flickered one by one outside the car window.
"Brother Sun, do you know what the section chief was like when he first joined the Special Operations Department?"
"I'm not sure. I just joined the Special Operations Department for rotation about a year ago. Then Brother Jiang came and the head of the department asked me if I wanted to stay in the department, so I settled there. Then there was a recruitment drive, and then you came in." Sun Yu glanced at Guan Nuo. "To be honest, I'm often the only one in the office. When you graduate, I'll have a companion."
“Maybe there will be more and more people in the future.”
"I hope so."
As we were talking, we arrived at Jiujiang University.
Sun Yu parked the car in front of the school.
"Thank you, Brother Sun, " Guan Nuo opened the car door and walked out, "I'm going in now. Bye."
"goodbye."
…
In the next four days, Jiang You was very busy. He got paintings, printed postcards, set up the venue, and selected snacks and picture books for children. The time was tight and the pressure was high. When he was anxious, he ate more. In addition, he had no time to exercise, so he gained some weight.
Finally, June 1st arrived.
He slept until ten o'clock, washed up, and went downstairs carrying Jiang Mo.
The shelves and long tables were moved upstairs. Jiang Mo's paintings were hung on the walls on both sides. Under each painting was a glass display case with a light at the bottom. In the cabinet was an instruction manual, which provided a fantastic reading comprehension of the paintings above. In order to avoid being too monotonous, Jiang You placed some paint tubes and brushes inside as decoration.
Jiang You walked out of the store, put the minced ginger on the ground, and put a red fisherman's hat with pointed cat ears on his head.
Jiang Mo, wearing a white T-shirt and red shorts, jumped forward a step and then jumped down the stairs.
The yard was transformed into a mini playground, mainly bright blue with bright yellow as embellishment. There are slides, bubble balls, bouncing tables...
At the front is a display board with a cartoon image of Jiang Mo and an introduction to the exhibition.
Zhaocai walked out from under the swing.
The phone vibrated.
It’s Chen Nan.
"Sister Nan, yes, I'm already up and here. Wait a moment and I'll be right there..."
He walked quickly forward and opened the gate.
Chen Nan and Yunyun stood outside the door.
