The strongest talent

On the bustling streets of the Kyoto base, a young man with a thick beard walked slowly. His footsteps were extremely firm and his eyes were extremely resolute. The combat uniform on his body changed colors and he was carrying a one-meter-long A on his back. The high-grade alloy sword exudes a strong breath of life.

"Yuan Qing." In his mind, Zhinao reminded him more than once: "Don't be impulsive. When you were on the boat, Fatty Yao had already reminded you that there were hawks guarding Yang Qinglan. If you rush in so arrogantly, you will definitely Being exposed under their noses, isn’t this coming to your doorstep?”

Yuan Qing remained unmoved and kept walking.

The disguise work has been done very well, the facial muscles have been slightly adjusted, the appearance has changed by 30 to 40%, even the breath of life has been changed, and the mental fluctuations have also changed. There are very few people who can see through it. The most important thing is that Yuan Qing believes that those in the academy who can see through these disguises will not come to trouble him.

For example, Old Man Luo, Uncle Li in the dormitory, or the Wind Knife King in the simulation training hall... They are all super strong men of Kyoto Academy, and it is not difficult to see through the disguise. But in the original desert assassination incident and later the Huaguan incident, many students died. Their attitude was one of disgust, anger, and hatred, and they had no good impression of the hawks.

Yuan Qing believes that there is no reason for them to help the hawks deal with themselves!

As he got closer and closer to Kyoto College, Yuan Qing's heartbeat accelerated slightly; the familiar gate of the college was clearly visible. It was now noon, and the students were leaving class one after another. Many colleges were walking out of the gate or saying hello to each other. Either in twos or threes, or in groups, some returned home, some looked for hotels and restaurants, and some went to the bar for a drink, chatting and laughing very lively.

Yuan Qing passed by many students, and no one knew his identity. Entering Kyoto College was very smooth - there were many strong teachers guarding him, and Dean Luo was in charge. Kyoto College didn't even need a guard, and it was an open university. The city is very free to enter and exit.

Passing through the familiar tree-lined avenues, Yuan Qing walked silently until he met his first acquaintance - Tong Lin, the A1 class teacher who killed the king-level mutant beast three months ago and successfully became the king.

She walked side by side with another female teacher, wearing a teacher's professional skirt, holding an electronic folder in her arms, and a faint smile on her face. She didn't know the other female teacher. To be precise, Yuan Qing didn't know most of the teachers in the college, but almost all the teachers knew Yuan Qing. He was a celebrity at Kyoto College!

"Huh?" The tree-lined avenue where Tong Lin and the female teacher were walking was more than two hundred meters away from the road where Yuan Qing was. She just glanced at it from the corner of her eye, subconsciously paused in her steps, and her eyes instantly brightened.

It's unmistakable. Although his life breath is different and his appearance has changed, his unyielding temperament, well-proportioned and strong body, and even every detail of his walking posture and movements are like fireflies in the dark night, so distinct. , so outstanding.

He walks like an ordinary person, but in fact it is anything but ordinary. It is his unique fighting posture. His steps seem casual, but he naturally adjusts every muscle in his body. It seems that he can move at the fastest speed at any time. Pulling out the alloy sword behind him was a defensive awareness cultivated by being in dangerous situations for a long time. It had been integrated into the blood and became the body's instinct.

Tong Lin recognized Yuan Qing's identity at a glance, almost without even thinking, let alone identifying disguises.

"Good boy." Tong Lin looked away from Yuan Qing, and continued to walk towards the college dining building with the female teacher beside her. The female teacher looked at Yuan Qing a few times, stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyebrows a few times. Next, he seemed to be talking to himself: "The disguise is very good, but his belt buckle has not been changed. It is still the championship reward of the spring training. But fortunately, some changes have been made to the appearance, so ordinary people can't tell."

Tong Lin raised her slender eyebrows and lowered her voice: "He is too courageous. This time he should come back to see Yang Qinglan and help him hide it. If necessary, I will inform the teacher immediately and protect him no matter what."

"There is no need to tell King Heijiang what to do." The female teacher glanced at the dormitory building where Yuan Qing lived and raised the corner of her mouth: "Our uncle Li has always reserved that small dormitory for him. King Yingwu I gave him all my battle clothes, isn’t that obvious enough? It’s safe for Yuan Qing to come back, so you don’t have to worry.”

Tong Lin felt slightly relieved, but her face was still a little nervous.

The current Kyoto Academy is different from the past. If Yuan Qing came here a few days ago, there would be absolutely no problem with safety, but he made a huge mistake and actually exposed the identity of the Yangtze River King. In this way, the hawks simply moved from the dark to the bright side. Although they did not make any big moves, Yang Qinglan's squatting was extremely tight.

Anyone who is close to Yang Qinglan must not hide from their eyes. The only purpose is to find Yuan Qing's whereabouts through this line!

"In your Chinese language, it's called knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and traveling to the tiger mountains." Deep in Yuan Qing's mind, Zhinao was completely helpless: "Yuan Qing, I can't convince you, so be prepared. Anyway, you are not afraid of being exposed now. , once you encounter life danger, you can enter the laboratory instantly as long as you consume 26% of your life energy."

Yuan Qing didn't say much.

Since returning to China, he has been fully prepared. Now the biochemical laboratory has stocked up enough combat rations and highly concentrated water capsules that can last for two years - these many supplies are just to cope with unexpected needs. Therefore, there is a biochemical laboratory instead of an evolutionary laboratory, because the biochemical laboratory is wider and larger, and it is more convenient to practice and improve your strength in it than in the evolutionary laboratory.

The time required to consume 26% of life energy for interstellar jump is almost negligible. According to Zhinao, no one on earth can threaten Yuan Qing's life and death. However, once forced into the laboratory, this also means that the secret of hyperspace technology is completely exposed.

The Hawks are not Qu Shilong, and they will not take this secret for themselves. Even Yuan Qing cannot guess what kind of big shock it will cause at that time - even the mysterious figure who has never shown up may be possible. Show up. Hyperspace technology is enough to change the current level of science and technology in China and realize the impossible!

Gradually, the inpatient building of the affiliated hospital was approaching, and medical staff were walking out of the building door one after another, taking turns to go to the catering building for lunch.

With a calm face, Yuan Qing walked into the lobby of the inpatient building and registered at the visiting department.

The person in charge of information scanning was a young female nurse. She looked at Yuan Qing's appearance carefully and then used an electronic scanner to scan the personal information code of Yuan Qing's smart watch. The computer screen showed that the bearded young man's name was Zhou Wenbin, age 22. , is an evolver from the "Su'an Base" in the south.

"Identity confirmed, Mr. Zhou, you are also from Su'an Base, and you are friends with Miss Yang, right?" The female nurse had a polite smile on her face: "Since Miss Yang was hospitalized, many of her relatives and friends have come to visit. , from the north, from the academy, from the military, and even many childhood playmates - we all hope that Miss Yang can wake up, she is really popular."

Yuan Qing nodded, without further communication with the female nurse, turned around and entered the elevator, heading up to the special care ward on the top floor.

The express elevator rose steadily, pausing several times along the way. Doctors and nurses from other floors rode with Yuan Qing, stopped at different floors, and left one after another. The only one who climbed to the top floor was Yuan Qing himself.

After walking out of the elevator and turning the corner of the corridor, Yuan Qing saw the hawks' squatting personnel at the first sight. They were dressed very ordinary, the most common casual clothes, and did not carry weapons. They were sitting on metal seats at the door of Yang Qinglan's ward. Their bodies were upright, and they revealed an unusually clear military temperament.

"The aura is not very strong." Yuan Qing sensed it a little and relaxed a little - these two people are both at the eighth level, one is a fighter and the other is an elemental master. There is no threat.

Walking to the front of the special care ward, the two members of the Hawks stood up at the same time. One of them was over 1.8 meters tall, with short, capable hair, and a face of iron. He stretched out an arm to block Yuan Qing's chest, and looked slowly at Yuan Qing's face. Scanning slowly; the other person narrowed his eyes slightly, and a huge mental power enveloped Yuan Qing's body, carefully checking his mental fluctuations.

The whole process lasted about five seconds. The routine inspection was over. The two seemed to find no abnormalities and let the ward door open.

Yuan Qing had no reaction from beginning to end. Until then, he pretended to be confused and frowned: "You two, what did you just do?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Leave immediately after the visit." The eighth-level fighter whispered: "The visit should not exceed 5 minutes. The patient has a special status and cannot be disturbed."

Yuan Qing shook his head, muttered a few words, pushed the door open and entered the ward, closed the door, and then saw Yang Qinglan lying on the hospital bed.

Her originally burnt hair has grown back and seems to have been specially trimmed and very neatly; her white face is extremely peaceful, like a peaceful sleeping beauty, with a healthy faint blush on both cheeks, and the eyelashes she once lost have also grown. Good, long and slender, very beautiful.

"Qinglan, I came to see you. I really want to see your blue eyes." Yuan Qing sat next to the hospital bed and looked at her face quietly.

This look lasted for five full minutes.

He wanted to tuck Yang Qinglan into bed, but it was the beginning of September of the lunar calendar and the weather was still very hot. The air conditioner needed to be turned on in the ward, and the tuck was very good. It could be seen that the young female nurse Xu Xiaoqian was very attentive and treated Yang Qinglan well. Yang Qinglan took good care of her.

During these five minutes, Xu Xiaoqian stood beside Yuan Qing and accompanied her silently. She neither communicated with Yuan Qing nor made any unnecessary movements. From the moment Yuan Qing entered the door, she had already guessed Yuan Qing's identity. Did she recognize it? came out, but she had her own intuition. She knew that she was right. This bearded young man with a familiar smell was the young assistant teacher of Kyoto College. He was the criminal suspect still wanted by the Hawks. Likewise, he was also the target of the crime. Yang Qinglan was extremely concerned about the people who came to visit her at great risk.

"Thank you." After the visit, Yuan Qing stood up and left, took a deep look at Xu Xiaoqian, and then walked out of the ward.

Outside the ward, the two hawk members' eyes fell on Yuan Qing at the same time, but they made no special move.

Yuan Qing walked out of the hospital, walked along the tree-lined avenues, changed directions several times, and walked to the front of the once very familiar teaching assistant dormitory. He bowed slightly to Uncle Li who was dozing under the shade of the tree, then turned and left.

Until Yuan Qing's figure walked away, Uncle Li slowly opened his eyes, and the bamboo rocking chair underneath him creaked. He looked at the direction Yuan Qing left, then at the small dormitory with open windows for ventilation, and then closed his eyes again, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was talking in his sleep, but also as if he was sighing: "I still know how to come back and take a look. The old man is a good boy. Let's make trouble. Don't be afraid of making trouble as much as you want. Others don't know, but I know it well, old man..."