The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 910 - 909. Like a happy little fool

Tang Shu: "..."

Are you sure you’re not stabbing me in the heart with those words? It sounds like you’re complaining about my lack of effort, Ran Bao.

The person concerned decisively gave up on communication, picked up Ran Bao, and headed out. Ye Xiaohui glanced at the two and followed closely with her phone in hand.

"Hey, are you going to the laboratory building later?"

"Hmm, you know about it?"

"The whole school knows about it, okay? Professor Yu and Professor Lin are leading a team on a research project, and it’s such big news that it’s already on the university’s official website. Plus, the list of the ten researchers has been released."

Ye Xiaohui looked back and saw Cheng Ranran still busily packing up textbooks, like a happy little fool.

"There’s a researcher named ’Tang Shu’ on the list, and as soon as I saw it, I knew it was you. But nobody thought it was you—everyone thought it was that mysterious person who worked with Professor Yu on Snow Soul Grass and was known to be elusive."

Tang-Mysterious-Shu: "..."

Is it my fault that everyone lacks imagination?

Finally, Cheng Ranran with her little round legs caught up, "What are you guys talking about? Did you have some secrets you didn’t tell me again? Ah—right, I want to have beef noodle soup for lunch today!"

Both: "..."

Why is your thought process so jumpy, you little foodie?

***

After nearly two months of continuous physical training, Ren Xiazhi’s body was no longer the frail figure it had once been.

When he pushed open the door of Plants & Herbs Hall and walked in, the first thing he saw wasn’t the neatly arranged wooden handicrafts, but the bored sister sitting at the counter tending the cash register.

"Uh... hello, I’m looking for Boss Wen, is she here?"

The sister across lazily yawned, lifting her eyelids indifferently.

"Are you Ren Xiazhi, the computer prodigy?"

"I’m Ren Xiazhi, but to call me a prodigy is too much, hehe~~~~"

"You’re quite modest, huh. Just a bit too skinny, doesn’t look like you can take a punch—"

"..."

Ren Xiazhi, at a loss for words in the face of Su Xiaochi’s pitying look, didn’t know what to say; he had heard this remark countless times in the past few months.

But! He had made progress too, okay? Can we not just superficially judge by one’s physique?

"Sister, actually... I have abs..."

Indeed, although not as many as eight, but they’re more defined than the average person’s, all earned through sweat and tears!

Su Xiaochi nodded noncommittally, and it was unclear whether she believed it or not. She pointed towards a door on the left.

"Boss Wen you’re looking for is inside. Have a... pleasant day."

"Tha, thank you."

For some reason, Ren Xiazhi always felt there was a hidden message in her words, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"I hope it’s just my imagination."

The young man, muttering under his breath and with a bit of anticipation, pushed open the door and walked in.

As it turns out, not only are women’s sixth senses extremely sharp, but men’s can also be very accurate!

That afternoon at 6 o’clock, when the sun turned fiery red, Ren Xiazhi, with tears in his eyes and no place to shed them, pushed open the door of Plants & Herbs Hall again and walked out exhausted.

Behind him, Su Xiaochi was still grinning at him, "Looking forward to your next visit, handsome boy~~~"

Ren Xiazhi: "..."

No, no, no, he didn’t want to come back at all. He didn’t want this kind of experience at all, okay!

That evening, Tang Shu saw a young boy at the dinner table whose hand was trembling as he held his vegetables.

"What’s wrong?"

"Uh... did some manual labor?"

The boy glanced at Jing Yu sitting opposite him, not daring to tell the truth.

Tang Shu took a quick look but didn’t pry further. Jing Yu’s gaze drifted past Ren Xiazhi’s right hand, his originally smooth brows showing a slight tendency to furrow, but he managed to hide it well.

Seeing that neither of them pressed further, the boy let out a sigh of relief.

He was lucky that Xu Qianyun and Qu Junfeng stayed at school today, otherwise they’d definitely keep an eye on him relentlessly.

The meal was exceptionally difficult to get through. It wasn’t until Tang Shu went for her routine walk that the boy handed over a stack of blueprints he brought from Plants & Herbs Hall.

"These are the design plans Captain Wen asked me to give to you."

"Did she say anything else?"

"Uh..."

"Just say it as it is, I know she doesn’t have anything nice to say."

Well, Ren Xiazhi, who originally felt a bit mentally burdened, no longer hesitated. "She said you’ve been busy saving the entertainment circle lately, afraid that you might not have the leisure and grace to contribute to the country’s construction, so she asked you to stoop down from your high position to glance over them and incidentally provide some constructive suggestions."

Tang Shu’s mouth twitched, and she suddenly let out a sigh.

"Our Captain Wen’s art of speaking is becoming increasingly peerless." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Listening to the sour tone in her voice, it was almost spilling out. This was a sign of great dissatisfaction with herself.

Tang Shu spread the thick stack of design blueprints out on the coffee table, revealing their true form.

Ren Xiazhi leaned in for a closer look and found that they were filled with dense lines and annotations. With his scholarly experience, he could tell they included no fewer than three languages and an alarming number of technical terms.

"Is this... blueprints for a fighter jet?!"

"Hmm, are you knowledgeable about this?"

Tang Shu picked up a well-sharpened pencil, her eyes scanning the data of various components.

"No, no, no, I’m completely unfamiliar, but I recognized this part is the engine... This is an engine, right?"

"Yes, this is the latest model of engine. It uses half the fuel of conventional types but carries much more weight than before."

"No wonder I felt it was different. Sister Tang Shu, you can understand the blueprints?"

As soon as he said it, Ren Xiazhi realized he had asked a redundant question. Of course, she understood; otherwise, Captain Wen wouldn’t have her bring them back.

"I can’t say I understand it all, just some of it. I can only provide some suggestions on the construction of some internal parts."

Tang Shu specializes in the design of hidden small-scale weaponry, focusing on compact yet powerful internal configurations, which are quite different from Wen Nuan’s mechanical engineering.

In general, she could at most be considered an assistant.

If she were less modest, she would be an indispensable assistant, according to Wen Nuan’s own words.

"When does she need it by?"

"She said the sooner, the better. I heard that production of this engine is about to start, and there are already two companies that have signed orders with them."

The sooner, the better?

Tang Shu’s pencil-clutching hand did not fall; instead, she flipped through all the blueprints one by one. Only after forming a rough plan in her mind did she start working.

"I’ll try my best. Have you been learning to use Sleeve Arrows recently?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

Ren Xiazhi was indeed learning to use Sleeve Arrows. This type of small, yet highly lethal, cold weapon greatly suited his taste. The moment he saw it, he felt it would become his little buddy and did not hesitate to choose it.

And the result of practicing the entire day was - now his hands trembled uncontrollably with anything he held.