Martial Arts Master

Everyone is busy, counting down the days day by day, May has finally passed, and June is coming to an end.

Yan Zheke changed her clothes, picked up her backpack, and walked towards the bedroom door. Before leaving, she subconsciously looked back and looked at the marked calendar.

It's almost there... and the busiest things have been completed, and all that's left are the formalities... The girl withdrew her gaze, walked out, and walked down the stairs briskly.

She got into Du Yan's car and came to the Kangcheng campus. The greenery here was excellent, with trees everywhere and many roads that were quite charming.

Walking in it and seeing all this, Yan Zheke suddenly realized that he had not paid attention to the scenery around him for several days. He was so busy and spinning that he could not bear to waste every minute and every second on insignificant things.

But now, it's all over... and relaxed again... Her lips gradually formed a sweet curve, and she stepped forward lightly with her right foot, deliberately landing directly in front of her left foot. Then, she made a similar movement with her left foot, slowly. She walked in a straight line, her body swaying slightly from time to time, as if she was holding an invisible balance beam.

Just like that, the girl entered a quiet small building at the end of the road and knocked on the door of the tutor's office:

"Good morning, Mr. Fairman, are you looking for me?"

Her mentor, Fellman, is nearly eighty years old. He has many wrinkles and age spots on his face, but he is still in good spirits and does not have the common cloudy eyes of his peers.

The chair turned, he looked at Yan Zheke, clasped his hands on his chest, and said with a smile:

"Sophia, do you really not want to continue?"

"In the past two years, you have demonstrated your outstanding talents and proven your abilities. Your rigorous thinking, keen observation, and unique insights have all left a deep impression on me. Why not continue?"

"Yes, a degree is just a performance, not necessarily important, but you have just opened the door to this field. There are still so many treasures waiting for you to explore and acquire. If you stay here, you can master it more deeply and have more knowledge." I believe there is no place in the world that is more suitable for you than here for the opportunity to actually get in touch with cutting-edge affairs.”

A world-class master, a master who has brought out many economics prize winners, gave himself such high recognition, which gave Yan Zheke a sense of satisfaction and joy like a harvest.

She bit her lower lip lightly, looked up, and after a moment of silence she said:

"Mr. Fairman, thank you very much for your recognition, it makes me very excited."

“It has always been my dream to be the best in this field, and it has not changed now, but it has nothing to do with the outside world, it is just my private hobby, and I will continue, but not here, and not necessarily in the past few years. "

"Now that the door has been opened, I hope to spend my whole life exploring, researching, and enjoying it slowly, just like tasting a delicious meal. Maybe I will come back for a short-term visiting study, but not now."

"I hope you don't mind that I often send you emails to ask questions or have discussions. The earth is just a village, and it doesn't matter where I am."

Fellman nodded slowly:

"All right."

He waited for a few seconds and spoke again: "Can you tell me why?"

Yan Zheke's pear vortex loomed, and he replied with a smile:

"Because I have more important things to do."

Fairman didn't mention the matter again and signaled the girl to go out.

Yan Zheke turned around and slowly left the small building. At this time, the sun outside was just right, warm but not hot, and the ground was golden.

Her mood was calm and peaceful, but there was still bubbles gurgling inside. Suddenly, she remembered a line of lyrics and couldn't help humming its melody silently:

"I will marry you tomorrow..."

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On a sunny morning, Lou Cheng put on a disguise and arrived at the international arrivals hall of Huacheng Heishui Airport.

Today is the day when the little fairy returns to China!

The torturous long-distance relationship is about to end!

Thinking of this, Lou Chengcheng couldn't hold back his excitement, joy and excitement. If it weren't for preparing for the finals of the "Martial Saint War" a few days later, he would have used the opportunity in the second half of the year to fly over to pick them up.

This joint training program between Songda and Cornell University is equivalent to a bachelor's and master's degree, and you can get degrees from both. Ke Xiaoke originally wanted to shorten the training period to three years, but it failed because the course itself was already very compact. , so it’s still a normal four years.

Four years is really a long time for a young man in his twenties.

And all this has finally come to an end... Lou Cheng has a lot of thoughts and can't calm down. From time to time, he looks down at the time, the flight status, and the bouquet of flowers in his arms.

My brain must have been crazy just now, why did I think about buying a large bouquet of flowers... It felt so silly to wait like this... Lou Cheng couldn't help but complain about himself, but in the blink of an eye he was overwhelmed by memories.

The original farewell is still vivid in my mind...the little fairy's confession no longer holding back tears is as clear as yesterday...

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Above the clouds, planes fly at high speed, and lightning and thunder can sometimes be seen below.

In such a journey, bumps are inevitable. Yan Zheke wore a blindfold and tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.

Suddenly, there was a violent turbulence, and the flight seemed to be pushed sideways. Many people screamed, and unpacked coffee, food and other items flew everywhere.

Yan Zheke hurriedly took off her blindfold and grasped the armrests with both hands, feeling obvious tension rising in her heart.

This is not a normal reaction for her, as she has always boasted that she is "not afraid of death."

He was born with congenital defects and was frail and sickly since he was a child. Before he was ten years old, he was admitted to the hospital every now and then. Death was always within reach. This kind of growth experience made Yan Zheke feel that he had underestimated life and death. He felt that it was nothing more than this. It was an inevitable destination. She is so scared, so she is not afraid of heights, extreme sports such as bungee jumping, or unexpected changes when flying.

But now, she can't restrain her anxiety and fear, and similar emotions are getting more and more serious as the bumps continue, because she has finally ended her schooling journey, and her foreign love is about to be completed, because a new stage of life is about to begin. Turn it on, because there is a silly guy waiting for you at the airport.

Not afraid of death, but afraid of regret...

The hands were grasping tighter and tighter, and the veins were prominent. Yan Zheke could hardly hear the comfort from the radio. Half of his mind was worried and scared, and the other half was rational but panic thinking.

If the plane crashes into the sea, with my strength and abilities, it should be quite possible to survive...

When the time comes, Orange will definitely search for it at all costs...

Then he would have missed the "Martial Holy War"...

What are you thinking about this mess at this time...

If something goes wrong, how should I save myself...

In her flash of thought, the flight finally calmed down, and the cabin was in a mess.

Phew... Yan Zheke let out a breath, her tight muscles and fascia relaxed, and she felt exhausted.

She leaned back and thought to herself:

If Cheng Zi knew that I was scared because of this, huh, he would definitely laugh at me!

After an unknown amount of time, the plane finally arrived and landed on the ground. Yan Zheke, exhausted and still nervous, found his luggage and came to the lobby.

Before she could turn her eyes, she saw the familiar guy coming over stupidly holding a bouquet of flowers, pretending to be gentle and natural, and said with a smile:

"walk home."

The remaining tension dissipated, and Yan Zheke's vision suddenly became blurry. She reached out, grabbed the bouquet, raised her chin slightly, and said with a hint of choking:

"Humph, it was my sister who took you home!"

It's good to be home.

PS: The Qidian APP has recently been revised. As soon as the typos in the article are corrected, all the chapters before this node will disappear. . The previous paragraph about Coach Shi and Wuguang was swallowed up by nearly two hundred articles. Therefore, recently I don’t change it first and then change it. This chapter says disappear. .