The two young men are both fifteen or sixteen years old, but their ranks have already reached the level where the second-level fighting spirit is budding. It seems that it will only be a few years before the third-level results are achieved.
And their father...
At about forty years old, he is only at the level of a third-level Dou Qi fruit.
"The new generation is stronger than the older generation..."
Yan Anqing's eyes wandered between the two teenagers, and the serious expression on his face gradually disappeared: "It should have something to do with the upcoming upgrade of the plane."
Stephen Wilson, Violet Harris.
Two geniuses from Hume College.
I've heard his name for a long time, but haven't seen him in person.
Now that they have met, Yan Anqing feels that the talent and potential of the two young men far exceed the rumors.
Moreover, the fight between the two does not seem to be just between children, but is mixed with many conflicts between the old and new camps.
"Not innocent at all..."
"It's not just for jealousy and limelight."
Yan Anqing sighed, waved his hand, and said, "In that case, you should leave first."
This is an eviction order without mercy.
Both parents had a somewhat unhappy look on their faces, as if their dignity had been insulted and they wanted to regain their place.
But before they had time to explode, they were helped out of the library by their son.
…
Outside the Hume College library.
Patriarch Wilson looked at the leaving red-haired father and son, with a look of contempt on his face, and cursed in his mouth: "Two lucky country bumpkins!"
The breeze blew, and the platinum blond hair on Stephen Wilson's head swayed in the wind.
He looked at his father and said softly: "Father, respecting your opponent means respecting yourself. This is the family motto left by our ancestors."
As soon as he said this, Patriarch Wilson's face turned a little red.
There is indeed such a saying in the family motto.
"Are these country bumpkins worthy of being my opponents?"
He said this bravely.
But looking at his son next to him, Patriarch Wilson felt that he had no confidence.
He curled his lips and changed the subject: "Tell me, why did you pull me away just now? That curator dared not to take the majesty of the Wilson family in his eyes. He must give an explanation!"
Stephen Wilson has long been accustomed to his father's daily follies.
When he heard this, his expression was as usual, his tone was gentle and elegant, and there was no fault at all: "Father, the man just now is named Yan Anqing, and he was promoted by Department Chief Duncan."
Patriarch Wilson's expression changed, his brows furrowed, and he said in an unhappy tone: "So what?"
Stephen Wilson sighed: "That guy Violet loves to challenge authority, but just now he dragged old Harris away. Do you think he was afraid of the majesty of Dean Duncan, so he didn't dare to offend that library?
Curator?"
After hearing this, Patriarch Wilson finally became serious.
"When Yan Anqing first became the curator, he took part in the unified entry test."
Stephen Wilson said softly: "At that time, he was still an ordinary person who had not even condensed the seeds of fighting spirit."
"Just to remind you..."
"Only one month has passed since he joined the company."
Upon hearing this, Patriarch Wilson's pupils dilated slightly and his breathing became heavier.
"One month, from ordinary people to the level of third-level Dou Qi fruit?"
"Maybe higher."
Stephen shook his head: "When he separated you and old Harris just now, he left some energy behind..."
Having said this, he finally shut up and stopped speaking.
Stephen was completely disappointed with his father's IQ.
Is it possible to go from nothing to level three in one month?
If there really is such a person, no genius in history is worthy of being compared with him.
That has gone beyond logic and what normal humans can understand.
The power of fighting spirit comes from blood.
It takes time to condense the seeds of Dou Qi, it takes time to accumulate nutrients, and it also takes time to bloom and bear fruit.
No matter how superior the bloodline is to a knight, it is impossible to transcend these stages.
And the strength shown by the person in charge of the library named Yan Anqing today...
It can only be said that its own strength level has already reached this level.
It's just that the other party used some means to hide their true strength level during the on-boarding test.
This means...
Mysterious and powerful background.
At least in the Wilson family, there is no such way to hide the cultivation of fighting spirit.
…
Seven days flew by.
The struggle between Wilson and Harris in the library was just an insignificant episode for Yan Anqing personally.
But his performance in easily separating the struggling old Wilson and Harris quickly spread throughout the college.
Students from Hume College always come over from time to time, trying to get guidance from Yan Anqing.
These young people who read too many knight novels could not even see Yan Anqing's face, so they were driven out by other regional administrators who tried to make up for their mistakes.
"Congratulations to the player for obtaining the achievement [Librarian]."
"The current completion progress of the main mission is 163/200!"
Seeing the black and white dumplings and text bubbles disappear from sight at the same time, Yan Anqing slowly closed the book in his hand.
In almost five weeks, he memorized more books than others could read in a lifetime.
The entire Hume College library collection has been turned into memory and has become Yan Anqing's treasure.
"Once you have achieved success, there is no need to continue to stay in this position."
Yan Anqing put the large books in his hands back on the bookshelf.
"Director, someone wants to see you."
An administrator appeared in front of Yan Anqing.
"Well, let him come over."
Yan Anqing knew that the visitor would not be an ordinary student overflowing with curiosity.
The librarians under him still have some sense of propriety.
After a while, a tall, thin, energetic old man walked slowly to Yan Anqing's side.
He was wearing a silver-white robe and a gold-rimmed monocle, looking like an old gentleman.
Although Yan Anqing stayed at the library all day long, focusing on reading books by sages and ignoring what was going on outside the window, he still knew the person in front of him.
Marcellus Garcia, the most loyal butler of the Lord of the Black Iron City.
"Hello, Director Yan Anqing."
The old gentleman's tone was respectful but distant, with some self-respect, but there was nothing that could be criticized: "The Lord of the City will hold a banquet tomorrow night, inviting nobles and celebrities in the city. I wonder if you have time to show your respect.
Woolen cloth?"
Yan Anqing smiled gently at the old man: "I will be there on time."
Being exposed to different people and being qualified for different professions means more achievements.