Yang Jifan smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Kuang, please don't blame me. This girl's parents work in the military. She spends most of her time with me and neglects discipline."
"Her dream is to become a heroine like Suzaku, the God of War, to fight on the battlefield and serve the country."
Ren Kuang said: "Going into battle to kill the enemy is not as easy as imagined."
"When you have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, seen the skeletons of comrades in arms, and experienced separation between life and death, you will no longer feel the slightest bit wonderful."
Yang Jifan was startled, then smiled and said: "Mr. Kuang is so emotional, it feels like he has really experienced it."
Ren Kuang sighed: "I'm tired of it, so I might as well not mention it."
Yang Jifan asked tentatively: "Mr. Kuang, is there any way to create a master artificially?"
Ren Kuang frowned and said, "Even if there are risks, you still want to try?"
Yang Jifan said: "This is the girl's wish. Although I don't want her to be in danger, I will never stop it."
Ren Kuang disagreed: "She will figure it out. At present, I don't have enough strength to help her, but this day will come sooner or later."
Ren Kuang has a feeling that when Nine Leaves blooms, he will undergo a qualitative change.
At that time, it will no longer simply absorb energy, but also feed back energy.
After eating a meal cooked by Yang Shuya at Professor Yang's house, Ren Kuang left.
He believed even more firmly in his heart.
If this little girl concentrates on cooking, her achievements will be much higher than studying martial arts.
Because the food she cooks is really delicious.
As for helping her become a warrior, Ren Kuang doesn't have the ability yet.
Warriors and people who practice martial arts are two completely different concepts.
To put it simply, only a master who has practiced hard for more than ten years or even decades can transform into a warrior.
This probability is not very high.
After all, the difference in effort between martial arts enthusiasts and warriors is as big as 1 to 100.
If there really was a way to create masters without side effects, Ren Kuang would have applied it to all major legions long ago.
In fact, evil doctors have indeed studied it in depth.
Ren Kuang also masters all his secret techniques.
However, Ren Kuang did not want to use this method of harming others on his own people.
After a night's rest, Ren Kuang prepared to study ancient Chinese the next day.
To him, the Classical Literature Research Laboratory was like a banquet of Manchu and Han Dynasties.
All kinds of delicacies fill the room.
All he has to do is start from the first dish and taste it slowly.
Instead of going straight to the most delicious main course... the remnants of an ancient civilization.
It must be said that there are very few archaeologists with such self-control as Ren Kuang.
Seeing him come in, Song Ya frowned again.
She was a little angry.
Does Ren Kuang regard himself as his next prey?
Appearing next to him again and again, trying to please others again and again.
She didn't have class this early in the morning, and she came here to harass me again.
"Ren Kuang, you have been classified as an unpopular student by me. You will never want to enter the ancient literature laboratory. Go back and study hard. If you can get excellent results this semester, maybe I will change my decision."
Song Ya was colder than ever before, with no smile at all.
Ren Kuangdao: "If you don't let me go in and study ancient Chinese, how can I win the competition in a month's time?"
Song Ya sneered: "If you go in and do research, you can beat the Western team?"
Ren Kuang said confidently: "Of course, I have absolute confidence."
"I really don't know where your confidence comes from." Song Ya advised: "Give up, I won't like an exaggerated and hypocritical man like you."
"You're just wasting your time here."
Ren Kuang looked at Song Ya in surprise.
"You think I'm here for you? Oh, no, I'm just for your body...don't be angry!"
Before Ren Kuang could finish speaking, a wave of ice had already roared towards him.
It contains murderous intent and is extremely fierce.
A master of Chen Sen's level would be destined to die.
But Ren Kuang, at the last moment, dodged away like a phantom.
Benedict!
A flying knife filled with frost was inserted heavily on the bookshelf, leaving only the handle shaking constantly.
"Damn you bastard, do you think I, Song Ya, am one of those ordinary women out there who are allowed to be bullied by you?"
"If you dare to provoke and humiliate you again and again, I will kill you."
A cold wind blew against her face, and Song Ya was in front of her instantly.
There was a knife in her hand.
Swish, brush, brush!
She waved her jade arm and made more than a dozen cuts in an instant.
Kill with a knife.
Song Ya was really angry.
"You want to use me as a springboard to return to the Ren family. What a dream."
Ren Kuang was stunned for a while.
Song Ya really misunderstood herself.
Ridiculous, even if he really wanted to return to the Ren family, he wouldn't have to rely on the power of the Song family.
But Song Ya didn't think so.
She has concluded that Ren Kuang is deliberately creating opportunities to get close to her.
This set of sword techniques is passed down from the ancestors of the Song family.
Song Ya has practiced since she was a child and is very skilled.
She is not a martial arts enthusiast, but a true martial artist.
It's a pity that she met Ren Kuang.
The crazy attack did not achieve the desired effect.
The sound of footsteps interrupted her attack.
She snorted coldly and walked away.
"Ren Kuang, this is your last warning, if you come near me again, I will definitely kill you."
Ren Kuang shrugged: "I can't agree to this request, because I have to go in now and study ancient Chinese."
Song Ya said angrily: "With me here, you can't even think of stepping in."
Ren Kuang laughed loudly: "I didn't know, I thought the Zhonghai Ancient Literature Research Laboratory was yours."
"Not only do I want to go in, but I also want to go in every day."
Song Ya said coldly: "Ren Kuang, you are provoking my bottom line."
"To offend my Song family is not as simple as offending the little Zhonghai family."
Ren Kuang said calmly: "I just want to study ancient texts, not people."
"I don't even want to kill anyone."
Footsteps approached, and Professor Yang's figure was revealed.
"Kang...Ren Kuang, you came really early."
"Xiaoya, why are you here so early? Do you want to see Ren Kuang decipher the ancient secret text?"
Song Ya opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
What method did Ren Kuang use last night to actually convince the professor that he could decipher the fragments of ancient civilization?
"Teacher, do you really believe that a young man in his early 20s who has been in prison can decipher the fragments of an ancient civilization that all the scientists in the Dragon Kingdom are unable to decipher?"
Yang Jifan smiled slightly, as if he was announcing something proud.
"If Ren Kuang can't decipher it, then no one in the entire Dragon Kingdom can decipher it."
Silk!
Song Ya gasped.
This was the first time that she heard such a high evaluation of a person from a professor.
What shocked her even more was that Ren Kuang looked like he deserved it.
If Song Ya didn't know the professor very well, she would have almost thought that the professor had been brainwashed and controlled by Ren Kuang.
Seeing the two people walking in, she seemed to be frozen, sitting there blankly, speechless for a long time.
Ren Kuang, I will expose your true face sooner or later.
If you can fool your teacher, don't try to fool me.