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Date: October 7th
At this moment, seeing Yang Xiaoyou drinking soy milk without a care in the world, Wang Cheng felt his face turn pale, unable to utter a single word.
Although he completely understood the functions of those modules, he never expected them to have such a ridiculous purpose. After hitting a dead end in his thoughts, it felt like he had been slapped hard across the face.
“Wang Cheng, are you going to write your own withdrawal application, or should I do it?” Zhu Qibiao, feeling disappointed yet sighing at the same time, asked him. After all, he was a student he had brought along.
“I'll write it myself.” Gritting his teeth, he shot a fierce glare at Yang Xiaoyou before taking a deep breath.
After being glared at like that, Yang Xiaoyou felt an overwhelming sense of annoyance wash over him.
In the past, Sun Jun used to look at him like that. He had never taken him seriously, yet now that bastard had turned into a ** and brought him so much trouble. Shouldn’t he find a way to deal with this?
As his thoughts spiraled further into one aspect, Yang Xiaoyou forced himself to correct this mindset. The school was already tragic enough; if people kept dying every few days, the trouble it would cause would be immense.
“Pfft, not everyone can become **. Just don’t let me see you have that kind of potential.” After weighing things in his mind, Yang Xiaoyou grumbled to himself. He realized he was being overly sensitive.
“Wow, seriously? You joined the official team? This is ridiculous! The airfare reimbursement alone is a lot of money, plus meals and accommodation. It’s a public-funded trip! I’ve put all my savings into this trip; I’ll strangle you!” After Huang Wei and the others saw the list released by the school, they collectively turned their frustration towards Yang Xiaoyou.
If they were all part of the group together, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. But now he was the only official member; this was quite troublesome.
“I can’t be bothered with you guys; it’s such a hassle. That experimental teacher asked me to change a few modules recently, and I just don’t understand why the Soy Milk Maker can’t be used.” Yang Xiaoyou said somewhat sulkily. His design primarily focused on the core module and its design concept.
As long as he could find something external to reflect that concept, it would be fine. But that experimental teacher was quite dissatisfied.
However, if he paid attention to his own work, it might lead to opportunities for leave in the future.
Meanwhile, Hoss and his team of security personnel responsible for maintaining school safety successfully arrived at the Chinese Empire. During this time, Nobunaga Hideyoshi established a branch of the Hive Security Company in sh City within the Chinese Empire.
Due to environmental issues, they only accepted security tasks.
Noah and his unruly fellows also completed their shift change at this time. They headed to Shanghai and planned to use the delivery capabilities of the Chenghai Shipping Group to send people to Japan.
With both Nobunaga Hideyoshi and Mo Wenfu stationed there along with that pack of fierce fellows, there shouldn’t be any major problems. He planned to join the competition team during New Year's Day.
Originally, he intended to set off on his own for New Year's Day. However, team leader Zhu Qibiao wouldn’t allow it due to safety concerns.
At such times, he couldn’t act recklessly; he would have to go with them instead.
After experiencing continuous ups and downs, battered Z City finally welcomed a rare period of calm. The Christmas and New Year's Day holidays passed relatively quietly.
The festive atmosphere began to disperse the clouds hanging over Z City, as news of the assassination of the Minister of National Defense and State Affairs was finally released to the public, labeled as an accidental death without further explanation.
The organization, which had faced numerous setbacks, had not yet given up on the market of the Chinese Empire. However, through occasional updates from Zhou Xiong, Yang Xiaoyou could confirm that the person in charge, who held the reins of the situation, had now adopted a more cautious approach.
The strange entity had completely vanished during this time, seemingly confirming Yang Xiaoyou's suspicions that both sides were keeping their distance from each other.
Yet, through the appearance of this entity and its rational demeanor, Yang Xiaoyou could roughly estimate that even without his cooperation as a Subject, the organization's research in this aspect was still progressing steadily.
After all, they had initially focused on researching the characteristics of immortality. Now that most of their attention had shifted away from him, their progress regarding the virus's peripheral extensions had likely exceeded his initial expectations.
Moreover, since many viruses had leaked outside, there were various institutions conducting research on them—not just the organization. Yang Xiaoyou couldn't ascertain what changes might occur in this regard.
This trip to Japan was also an opportunity to see if he could gather additional intelligence from the organization's largest Asian base.
Aside from these developments, at school, Yang Xiaoyou found himself experiencing a bittersweet sense of amusement ever since he reached a strange understanding with the Demoness.
She would occasionally tease him, while Liu Lianyue took every chance to brainwash him. Sometimes she would even enlist the help of their Leader Classmate to remind him not to be deceived by feelings like Clouds. This behavior left him feeling somewhat exasperated.
On another note, Qi Menglu had been visiting her home much more frequently lately. However, her attitude towards him remained aloof; their encounters mostly ended in arguments and playful bickering.
Since her teasing skills had significantly improved, during their playful exchanges, Yang Xiaoyou had started adopting a defensive stance and often ended up with bruises.
His regular practice sessions with Feng Lin continued without interruption unless special circumstances arose. His utilization of momentum became increasingly refined.
As he grew more familiar with it, he became more satisfied with his unique abilities.
The only regret was that this deception only worked on living beings and couldn't fool cameras or similar devices to achieve true invisibility.
Thanks to his mastery over momentum, Yang Xiaoyou became increasingly adept at controlling his presence. As long as he didn't fire his weapon intentionally, he could conceal his intentions effectively.
However, he found it somewhat frustrating that his fragmented memory persona seemed to be developing a simpler way of thinking due to prolonged exposure to himself.
The benefits were evident; he could influence and control his memory persona to some extent. Yet it was also troublesome—despite being part of himself, it felt like a form of split personality disorder. To suppress the silent memory persona when he actively engaged with it, he naturally exhibited a slightly arrogant character as a counterbalance.
He wasn't sure whether this was good or bad. Following this trend, complete integration seemed possible; this aspect was easily reflected in his use of momentum.
After New Year's Day was shortened from three days to two by the school administration, Yang Xiaoyou and his team set off for Beijing to meet up with four other teams heading to Tokyo.
What surprised Yang Xiaoyou was that Wang Cheng—despite being removed from the team—had stubbornly insisted on joining as a self-funded member of the group.
Although Zhu Qibiao's reputation had suffered due to previous issues, he remained a figure of authority who prioritized healing others. If he sincerely admitted his mistakes, it would grant him another chance.
When Wang Cheng joined the team, he bowed and apologized to Yang Xiaoyou in front of everyone present.
In this situation, out of respect for the teacher, Yang Xiaoyou naturally couldn't say much. However, it was impossible for him to show any good attitude either.
He pressed many handprints, sweating profusely, completely unaware that he had been sold out. (To be continued...)
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