Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 307 - 291: When Dreams Gradually Become Reality, Will You Smile?
Feng Ju walked through the campus, filled with longing.
Perhaps it was the indescribable telepathy between father and daughter. Even though he couldn’t reach her by phone, he managed to spot the few girls huddled together, heads touching among the swarm of people around.
Feng Ju immediately recognized the back of his daughter’s head among those few heads.
The scene looked very heartwarming.
Feng Ju didn’t go over to disturb them; he felt it wasn’t necessary.
Feng Ju cursed himself for being foolish enough to be swayed by a few words from the rebellious son.
In fact, with a little thought, it was clear; how could Yuhuai, so outstanding and never disappointing him, be overwhelmed?
Since childhood, Yuhuai has been the apple of his eye, with all the family’s love and warmth pouring into her.
Not just at home; every teacher at school liked her, and her classmates loved to be around her.
Since birth, she was like a shining gem, completely different from that rebellious son’s stinking, hard rock from a cesspit.
And the talk about suffocating love pushing someone into the abyss of despair, like a rotten flower buried in mud by a storm?
Nonsense!
Endless love and expectations are the best fertilizer, allowing the flower to grow and bloom more beautifully.
"What the hell does that rebellious son know? He just got lucky, caught the blind eye of some big shot, and now, with a bit of strength, dares to lecture me. Hmph, that brat is truly ungrateful; he’s simply jealous of his sister, pitiful and hateful!!"
Feng Ju sneered coldly inside, more convinced than ever that he had never done anything wrong—whether towards the rebellious son or his daughter, everything he did was above reproach.
"My Yuhuai will certainly attract bigger and greater figures in the future, achieving a level of success that rebellious son could never imagine."
Thinking this, the dark cloud in Feng Ju’s heart dissipated instantly, replaced by an overwhelming sense of ease and pride.
He turned to leave, with Dong Ping following closely, puzzledly asking:
"Captain Feng, that was your daughter, right? Why leave without saying hello?"
Feng Ju’s mood had returned to calm, dispelling all negative emotions, he instructed lightly:
"No need. Time is pressing; let all brothers spread out, remember the positions and angles of each camera, and check the whereabouts of each [Mask] once more..."
Unconsciously, Feng Ju clenched his cold fingers, the words squeezing through his teeth as cold as icicles:
"Tonight, we’ll begin solving the cases one by one!"
Feng Ju left too quickly to notice a man in casual attire, standing nearby among the crowd, his figure tall and his looks even more handsome than in online photos, gazing in the same direction with the same deep and loving look. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
The man gently adjusted the black-framed glasses on his nose, his lips curved softly, whispering to himself:
"What a beautiful and youthful scene among the girls, it touches the soul—I really want to, really want to, really want to place her beside my pillow!"
The researcher following the man shuddered inwardly at the dreamy whispers of his mentor, recalling a passage he had read online in his youth:
Wanting to sleep with you makes one a scoundrel; wanting to wake up with you makes one a poet. He had once agreed deeply, until he encountered the mentor who changed his life.
What the mentor said about wanting to place you beside the pillow—was this the straightforwardness of a rogue, the romance of a poet, or... the romance of a glutton!?!
While the researcher was lost in thought, the man took a deep breath of the bustling air, his brow furrowing slightly.
The researcher quickly refocused, stepping forward to take a bottle of specially made perfume from his pocket, cautiously spraying it a few times over the man’s collar.
The fragrance was fresh and pleasant, containing extracts from various natural plants, refreshing the surrounding air instantly, and notably including a hint of... Formalin Water.
The man inhaled deeply, turning to look tenderly at the one remaining graduate student he had personally nurtured who still satisfied him, gently inquiring:
"Where are my lovely little ones now?"
The researcher put away the perfume bottle, his gaze casually sweeping over the roadside drain, answering softly:
"The elite squad has successfully infiltrated, and the mentor’s little ones have settled in, but..."
He paused momentarily, seeming uncertain before continuing softly:
"This school is now full of cameras with a live feed. I worry that... it may be too conspicuous, too eye-catching when the time comes?"
The man gently shook his head, his face glowing with a sacred light, speaking in a haunting tone:
"My lovely little ones, since their inception, will present their first public debut at a moment of such significance; naturally, it deserves a ’press conference’ fitting of the occasion to document and preserve it.
I am not afraid of attracting attention; I am only afraid of not attracting enough attention!!!"
As he explained, the man turned and revealed a refined smile, his gaze landing on a group of well-dressed school leaders approaching them.
The principal strode briskly, warmly shaking the man’s hand, laughing heartily as he spoke:
"Professor Zuo Bai, why didn’t you notify us of your visit? The Martial Arts League main event doesn’t start until tomorrow—we thought you would arrive first thing in the morning..."
Professor Zuo Bai politely shook hands with the principal, offering a sincere smile:
"There’s no need for such formality, principal. I came early today to wander around, to reminisce about the school atmosphere.
Honestly, ever since I left the campus to dive into the bustling life of the laboratory, what I miss the most are those carefree days spent on campus.
Today, stepping into the Eighth Academy’s campus, seeing these vibrant and enthusiastic young students, I was instantly transported back to those wonderful student years, a nostalgic trip indeed."
The principal laughed heartily: "Seems our Eighth Academy still has a good campus vibe, doesn’t it?"
Professor Zuo Bai nodded gently, his eyes reflecting sentiment:
"Indeed, I see the shadow of my younger self in these pure, young faces—it’s great."
The principal’s smile grew brighter, eagerly gripping Zuo Bai’s hand, unconsciously strengthening his grip:
"Since that’s the case, how about joining our students for a group photo?"
As the principal finished speaking, the reporters had already gathered tightly with photographers.
Zuo Bai seemed a bit overwhelmed by the principal’s enthusiasm, displaying the classic shy smile of an intellectual, agreeing to the suggestion.
Though it was said to be a photo with the students, after the words were spoken, the school leaders surrounded the principal and Zuo Bai at the center of the camera, leaving only a few spots on the edges.
The director of the school office enthusiastically directed everyone’s positions, turning to instruct someone nearby:
"Go pick a few excellent students to join the leaders for a photo."
Zuo Bai, standing in the center, gently interrupted the school office director’s words with a casual wave towards some students in the distance, smiling:
"No need to go to such lengths; it seems those female students over there are quite suitable."
