Chapter 2052 - 2047: Choppy Communication
Chapter 2052: Chapter 2047: Choppy Communication
Youth, oh youth.
Seeing Professor Lisa with a look of speechlessness, Fu Qian couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia: "How wonderful youth is."
Even if we’re far enough away, even if they did hear, what reaction could Linghui possibly have?
Their guest students, their remarkable achievements, what could they possibly be dissatisfied with?
Even if there’s a slight bit of discomfort regarding pride, what of it?
Motivate you, what’s it to you?
Without such momentum, how could Heaven’s Commencement Institute hold its renowned status in the Academy?
Didn’t you see the Dean, smiling so happily over there, with no intention of even looking back once?
Professor Lisa, you also need to continue improving.
Of course, sometimes getting carried away isn’t good either.
Although Fu Qian didn’t voice his encouragement, considering Cass was laughing excessively freely, it still quickly prompted a cold stare that abruptly stopped their chuckle.
As someone with a strong sense of pride, Lisa was clearly dissatisfied with the successive encounters.
"In the scientific expedition we attended together last time, Professor Lisa has recently made significant breakthroughs. The Dean should definitely take a look when there’s an opportunity."
Seeing the leadership’s awkward situation, Professor Fu naturally seized the moment, directing the conversation towards the progress of Professor Lisa’s project.
"Is that so?"
Cass, who’d always valued research, was overjoyed at the news, immediately redirecting his attention.
"...Actually, it’s thanks to Professor Fu’s help."
For Lisa, who always cared greatly about her image as an academic professional, the shift by Professor Fu was indeed pivotal.
After some consideration, she ultimately decided not to pursue the matter with the Dean.
"I only did a bit of auxiliary work; the core part was completed by Professor Lisa."
However, Professor Fu did not take the credit, honestly stating the facts.
The appearance of that Bone Horseshoe Crab was indeed thanks to Lisa’s sudden inspiration.
"Alright, alright, you’ve all done well. Can you show me now?"
With the academic atmosphere at Heaven’s Commencement Institute booming, Cass was evidently quite pleased.
Caring nothing for the fatigue from the journey, he directly suggested a follow-up visit.
"Alright."
Though knowing it was a change of subject, the faint dissatisfaction dissipated almost completely. Lisa hummed and agreed to report the work first.
"Is Professor Fu coming?"
She then consulted her project partner at once.
"No, I have some project summaries to complete myself."
Not unexpectedly, Professor Fu completely yielded the opportunity to shine and thus took his leave.
"Hmm."
In response, Lisa’s expression remained unchanged. She merely looked at him, tossing him something shiny.
Fu Qian caught it in one swift motion; it was a finely crafted gem.
She hadn’t forgotten the earlier task and had even chosen a rather large piece especially.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Fiddling with it casually, Fu Qian, smiling cheerfully, offered words of encouragement and nodded farewell to Cass.
...
On the discoveries made by Professor Lisa, Fu Qian naturally took an interest, including Cass’s evaluations afterward.
But what was said was not entirely empty talk—there were other matters to prioritize.
Watching Cass and the others depart into the distance, Fu Qian turned and walked away, making his way back to the laboratory.
It was empty; the research assistant and Wen Li’s Academy day trip evidently hadn’t ended yet.
Fortunately, he hadn’t intended to look for them anyway.
Sitting heavily back into his exclusive seat, this passage requiring sensory activation was currently, evidently, also in an unusable state, but...
Gazing out the window, he took a brief snatch of leisure while confirming the lack of any extraordinary celestial events, then casually removed the Messenger.
[Warning—]
The storage fell silent at the words left unsaid; Fu Qian had smoothly slipped the mask back on.
Brighter than before, the light in front now revealed a somewhat narrow space and a closer window.
The long-unvisited second floor of the bookstore.
With the Dean holding the fort at Heaven’s Commencement Institute, there was no immediate worry for now.
As for Night Watcher Demigod Aike’s research project?
Having just troubled Professor Fu for an absurd reason, with that person’s thick skin, unless things become unmanageable, chances are slim to none for another bother anytime soon.
Standing and walking over to the window, Fu Qian leaned against the railing, gazing far and wide.
Time flies; once, here, he had drawn a bowstring to desecrate the sun—
With a spread of his hands, an illusory bow and rust-colored arrow were already back in Fu Qian’s hands, let loose without hesitation with a whoosh.
...
The rust tint veiled the sky once more, leaving only a golden halo around the sun.
Gazing at this peculiar sight and the faintly visible Dark Moon that appeared, Fu Qian didn’t hastily speak.
A few breaths passed, yet no sound ventured into his consciousness.
Indeed, the communication with the Pontiff was also affected, and adjusting the Ranking hadn’t improved it.
Now it’s highly likely that the Witch can only observe the scene here, unable to relay any information to me.
On the bright side, at least she can confirm through this that her Knight hasn’t perished.
The previous short-lived connection and subsequent severance would leave anyone wondering what had transpired.
"An interesting change has occurred."
Raising his head to gaze at the Dark Moon, in the next instant Fu Qian pointed at his own head, a tone of casual conversation.
"My perception has been temporarily affected; I’m searching for the reason and solution, and welcome any suggestions—"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Qian lowered his gaze to examine what was now in his hand.
What is this?
...
Out of nowhere, his left hand now held an item with a grayish-white base, dark red spreading over it.
Neither metal nor stone, its texture felt somewhat like bone, and even the unsettling red on its surface resembled the last bits of flesh and blood left unclean.
Yet from one perspective, its density was strikingly extraordinary, far beyond what biology could encompass; from another, its shape wasn’t particularly biological either.
With over a dozen segments resembling vertebrae, adorned with curving spikes along the edges.
However, a closer look revealed that every piece, regardless of size, was genuinely identical in shape, linked together by a unique structure.
It seemed more like a symbolic imitation of a spine, designed as a special buckle.
Furthermore, every component of this structure had a remarkably perfect circular indentation on one side.
One might struggle to deem it a symbol of the sun or moon, as within each circle lay lines crudely drawn, yet in reasonably neat human features.
The lowest mouth was unnaturally wide open, as if screaming or devouring.
All in all, it seemed more like a condensation symbolizing some power; whether it was birthed from flesh could only be speculated.
The most peculiar part—this long, interlocking object could actually be manipulated to form different shapes.
And at the moment it appeared in his hand, its shape was that of a bow.