Chapter 495: Nan Jiaojiao Yes I am the first one

Gender and age, completely unknown.

How could someone’s resume be so brief.

At that time, Yaen Chi looked at the almost blank sheet of paper, the first time he found A4 paper so disagreeable, as if it was mocking him.

But no matter how much he wanted to dig deeper, he couldn’t find a shred of information.

“Brother Yan,” Yaen Chi cocked his head, looking at Bo Yanching with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, his face exuding a ruffian air, “you want to give it a try?”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, “Are you turning to me for ideas now?”

Yaen Chi removed the cigarette from his mouth, and before he could speak, Bo Yanching added, “I can’t do it, I lost to that person in a contest years ago, and promised I would never touch hacking again.”

“Just try, do it secretly, that person will never know.” Yaen Chi tempted him.

Bo Yanching remained unmoved, “No means no.”

Internationally, there’s an undisclosed hacker ranking, and to know who’s on the list data, you have to rely on technical skills to breach firewalls; failing that hurdle means you absolutely can’t touch the top hacker circles.

Bo Yanching used to occupy second place all year round.

Filled with youthful arrogance, he found the person in first place unbearable to look at.

He challenged the top ranker to a duel and lost, promising to never touch programming again in his life.

Yaen Chi instantly lost his enthusiasm, “If you won’t do it, there’s nothing I can do, but it’s the Little Princess we’re talking about.

If he really isn’t dead, how great it would be to dig him up and bring him to our base.

Those brats in Capital City are becoming more arrogant by the day; the instructor is barely able to keep them in check.”

“Survival of the fittest applies everywhere,” Bo Yanching replied.

Bo Yanching stubbed out the cigarette, “I’m leaving now.”

Yaen Chi abruptly looked up, “What am I supposed to do if you leave?”

Bo Yanching lowered his gaze with a light smile on his lips, “You stay here, what are you supposed to do?”

Being the third wheel is annoying.

Yaen Chi couldn’t keep his company, and had to see Bo Yanching to the door, almost closing it with the usual slam, when a gust of hot air from the ceiling suddenly disturbed him.

He immediately looked back at Ye Wanting.

With a faint feeling of palpitation.

He closed the door very softly then.

After a moment’s thought, he didn’t drink anymore, tossing two opened bottles of red wine into the wine decanter, but instead, he took a bottle of mineral water and drank half of it, screwing the cap back on as he walked towards Ye Wanting.

“Let me take a look.”

Yaen Chi picked up a chair, placed it down gently, and sat before putting the water to one side.

“I’m not very good at this.

The teacher went over it last week, and I didn’t understand.”

Ye Wanting subconsciously handed her homework assigned by the professor to Yaen Chi, but her hands paused as she glanced at him.

Her hands quietly retreated.

Yaen Chi squinted his eyes and grabbed her wrist, pulling it back, “Who are you looking down on?

Even if I’m not as professional as Xu Shu, I’m proficient in medicine.

Teaching you is more than enough.”

Yaen Chi put her workbook in front of him and opened it.

As his confident gaze moved down, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched fiercely.

Damn, acupuncture.

He really didn’t know how to do it.

He had studied Western medicine in the past and had little regard for traditional Chinese medicine, which in his mind was all old TCM doctors sitting behind tables feeling pulses, and brewing Chinese herbal medicine was too cumbersome—he was too lazy to learn.

“Brother Chi?” Ye Wanting called out anxiously.

“Ahem…” Yaen Chi, trying to appear calm, took out his phone, “Xu Shu should be off work by now, I’ll ask if he can come over.”

Ye Wanting: “…”

So, what exactly were you confident about just now?

Mist Garden.

Nan Jiaojiao deliberately delayed, taking nearly twenty minutes to walk from Red Plum Forest to the pavilion in Medicine Garden, a journey that usually took only a few minutes.

Aunt Mou was so anxious she was breaking out in a cold sweat, her hands clenched tight, almost wishing she could chop off her own feet and attach them to Nan Jiaojiao’s legs,