Chapter 262: Returning From The Military Escort Ship
Inside the Third Fleet Main Ship.
On the second afternoon of the Military Escort Ship visit day, Xiang Chuan was yawning as she followed the group from Nongda Affiliated High School back onto the Main Ship.
This second day, she was dragged up early in the morning to host breakfast preparation, and then in the afternoon was enthusiastically hosted by the instructor to try on light exoskeleton armor (Xiang Chuan: That was close, luckily it wasn’t full coverage, otherwise her eyes would have gone blind again), which exhausted her completely, leading to her sleeping the entire return trip, and inevitably being carried off the shuttle by Ainuo in front of everyone.
In the end, Ainuo, Ouyang Yating, and Nancy escorted Xiang Chuan to the car parking area, watching as she, in a state of constant yawning, boarded the Xiang Family’s pickup car and half-asleep half-awake set off on the road home.
Only after watching the Xiang Family car fly away did Ouyang Yating breathe a sigh of relief.
“Take advantage of now to rest well, because after this she’ll have plenty to be busy with.” Nancy chuckled, looking at the message from her parents on her terminal, “News of the 21st Century has already reached my parents. I think Uncle Ouyang and Uncle Daolin have probably received the news long ago too.”
“Don’t mention it, my terminal communication notification has been ringing non-stop since morning, so I just blacklisted the thing.”
Ainuo snorted.
“Uncle Li surprisingly didn’t have Aunt Alison contact you?”
Ouyang Yating asked doubtfully. Her personal terminal was now constantly popping up message notifications too, and she didn’t need to look to know they were from her father.
“He sent one, but I replied that if he sent any more I’d blacklist Mom too, and then he stopped.”
Hearing this, Nancy laughed even louder:
“Hahaha! My guess is it’s definitely not that Uncle Daolin wanted to give up, but that Aunt Alison saw what you said and forcibly stopped Uncle Daolin. Aunt Alison understands your temper better than Uncle Daolin does.”
Ouyang Yating nodded.
“True, last time this guy blacklisted us, it took almost half a year to restore communication with us. If we didn’t see each other every day at home next door or at school, we’d really have been cut off for half a year.”
“Isn’t it because you guys are always trying to chat with me about some weird gossip.” Ainuo couldn’t help rolling his eyes. He casually opened SNS and the Agriculture Bureau’s official website to check, “But SNS and the official side haven’t published any news. Are they planning to keep it secret from the general public?”
“That’s not hard to understand, because it’s hard to guarantee what reaction ordinary people will have upon hearing this news.”
Ouyang Yating said, sighing.
“Xiang Chuan has already been very eye-catching by continuously bringing out recipes, TV series, and books. If people find out about the 21st Century matter, it might cause some people with poorer mental tolerance to feel severe psychological imbalance and do some bad things.”
“Not to mention that people from the Eleventh Fleet are here this time too.”
Nancy looked toward the port behind her. The large screen at the port was switching screens broadcasting scenery outside the port, and one of the screens showed the Exploration Force spaceship docked on the Third Military Escort Ship.
She rarely spoke in a somewhat heavy tone: “From some rumors I’ve heard, the Eleventh Fleet has always had some ideas about Information Turbulence Contactees.”
“Whatever ideas they have, the Exploration Force won’t stay here too long anyway, and they’ll obediently leave after a while.” Hearing about the Exploration Force, Ainuo thought of Li Wei sitting on the same bench as Xiang Chuan, and his mood instantly soured even more. He said in a harsh tone: “If they have any ideas about Xiang Chuan, they’ll have to get past our Fleet’s Agriculture Bureau first. Not to mention anything else, just the Production Escort Ships alone would torment them enough.”
The Third Fleet’s obsession with agricultural development is no less than the Twelfth Fleet’s fervor for drama. Now Xiang Chuan could be called the sweet pastry in the eyes of all agricultural practitioners in the entire fleet.
The Eleventh Fleet wants to take her away? Then the Production Escort Ships would probably transform into escort ships the next second and directly smash the opponent’s spaceship.
Thinking of that scene, Ainuo’s mood brightened.
“Anyway, we don’t need to worry about the club president suddenly disappearing for a while. If that day really comes, forget our parents or the Agriculture Bureau—even Captain Green Noah would jump up first and openly fall out with the Eleventh Fleet.” Ainuo chuckled, then thought of something and couldn’t help sighing: “We should still figure out how to muddle through this visit report first. It was a perfectly good Military Escort Ship visit activity, and now my head is full of wrapping dumplings and chopping meat filling.”
Hearing this, Ouyang Yating and Nancy couldn’t help laughing too.
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After half a month of fussing, the Information Turbulence year registration was finally completely settled just before Xiang Chuan’s near-collapse exam period began.
While Xiang Chuan was furrowing her brow to cope with exams, the Historical Research Institute was already on the verge of fighting with the Department of Agriculture and other cultural departments.
The 21st Century! The era from the rumors where ancient cultural industry was preserved most intact!
According to records in the Tianyuan Era, after the twenty-year Third World War, the stalemate of the war led to a leap in technology levels, but at the same time destroyed many civilization records. The irreparable state of some large servers was even the fundamental reason why scholars in various fields before the Tianyuan Era could only find fragmented records when entering ancient literature.
And now, an Information Turbulence Contactee with complete 21st Century records was right in front of them. Even the Historical Research Institute under the Third Fleet couldn’t help getting fired up!
After receiving affirmative reply from the Information Turbulence Processing Office, the Historical Research Institute unhesitatingly sent an invitation to the Xiang Family, hoping they could bring the younger generation at home to visit the Historical Research Institute properly, and even explicitly and implicitly indicated that if they planned to study history-related majors in the future, the professors here could consider lending a hand…
This abacus was hit so hard the beads were about to bounce onto the neighboring Agriculture Bureau’s face.
How could this be tolerated?!
The Agriculture Bureau instantly got angry, stating that Xiang Chuan clearly liked researching how to cook, so why not let her focus on agriculture and make more delicious food— what’s the motivation in life from following you to study scattered historical records online all day!
After going back and forth, the Agriculture Bureau and Historical Research Institute were about to escalate to physical fighting, even alarming Captain Green Noah.
At this moment, he was arranging for people to accommodate these team members from the Eleventh Fleet’s Third Pioneer Force. When he heard that his two major departments were about to fight, he was also quite helpless: You’ve argued for so long, just ignoring Classmate Xiang Chuan’s own opinion?
And Xiang Chuan, the fuse of the dispute, was now sprawled on the desk, unwilling to face the math final exam paper in front of her.
Xiang Chuan: Can’t understand it, completely can’t understand it!
