Ninth class citizen

Chapter 86 You are my sun
"You heard what Minister Bai said." The president looked at Nan Rong and said, "What do you think about this?"

Nan Rong looked at Minister Bai calmly: "If Minister Bai were to engrave it, how much material would be wasted?"

Minister Bai raised his chin confidently: "Although I have never used second-order superconducting materials, I am very confident that I will only need 20 pieces of materials at most to successfully complete the pattern engraving."

"Of course." He looked around, and his eyes finally fell on Nan Rong's boat-shaped mask: "The premise is that it is replaced with a basic combination pattern that we can master now, rather than this random patchwork thing."

This is equivalent to directly accusing Nan Rong of using the pattern he just took out as an invalid pattern that was only used to attract attention.

General Manager Jin frowned and glared at Minister Bai, signaling him not to be so direct, but the latter didn't care at all.

He just stared into Nan Rong's eyes and asked word by word: "What do you think, is this right? Is it wrong to do something wrong?"

Nan Rong didn't even raise his eyebrows.

"Since Director Bai has no confidence in himself, let me take over." She turned to the president and General Manager Jin:

"I only need 10 pieces of second-order superconducting material. If I fail to successfully engrave the pattern after using them up, then all the expenses will be borne by myself. It won't be too late to listen to Minister Bai's re-composition at that time."

General Manager Jin quickly replied, "You are still in debt, Director. The president just said that this is the club's business now, and we can't let you spend the money for materials in vain. You can try, and if it doesn't work, the loss will be charged to the club's account."

"That's right." The president nodded. "It will take at least one to two days to acquire superconducting materials. During this time, the engineer will perfect the pattern himself and try to avoid any mistakes."

When Nan Rong left the club, the square-headed robot Alpha was very attentive.

"Alpha heard everything." It whispered to Nan Rong, "Wu Ganshi spent very expensive materials for Alpha. Alpha was very touched, but Alpha didn't deserve it. Alpha is just an outdated cleaning robot and has no way to repay Wu Ganshi."

Nan Rong touched its big head.

“Whether it’s worth it or not is up to me to decide.” She said, “You have done your job conscientiously and responsibly. In my eyes, you are a great and useful robot.”

"Really?" Alfa's big eyes lit up: "Do you really think that Alfa is very useful?"

"Yeah." Nan Rong nodded, watching Alpha dancing with joy, and excitedly found the cleaning tools, then happily rushed into the maintenance hall.

It turns out that motivation also applies to robots.

After leaving the Mecha Academy, Nan Rong looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he put away the boat-shaped mask on his face and quickly returned to the dormitory area of his own academy.

Just as she reached the bottom of her dormitory building, she suddenly felt something and stopped.

"Who's there?" Nan Rong said, with his hand already calling up the alarm interface of the school patrol team, ready to press it at any time.

Every failure makes you wiser. She doesn't want to damage any flowers or plants in self-defense again, causing the account balance that has finally improved to shrink again.

A dark shadow appeared under the porch in front.

"Guan Ning?" Nan Rong looked at the tall and thin man in front of him with confusion, holding a bright orange bouquet in his hands.

"Nan Rong." Guan Ning smiled, looking a little shy.

He stretched out his hands and handed over the bouquet in his hands: "Well, please..."

He looked at Nan Rong's gradually cold eyes and suddenly forgot what he was going to say.

Nan Rong took the bouquet of flowers without any hesitation.

Guan Ning felt delighted when his hand suddenly felt lighter.

"Nan Rong, do you understand my feelings? Are you willing to accept it?" Before he finished speaking, he saw Nan Rong grabbing the branches tied with colorful ribbons with one hand and pulling them with the other hand. In the blink of an eye, he had pulled all the bright and beautiful flowers that he had spent a long time selecting one by one.

Guan Ning lowered his head and looked at the flower petals that were ruthlessly knocked down at the feet of the two people, feeling a little confused.

"You, you don't like it?" he asked with difficulty, but was interrupted by Nan Rong rudely.

"After the chrysanthemum blooms, the pollen is likely to taint the quality of the flower branches, so the petals must be removed immediately." She frowned and said:
"I just talked about this part in class. Did you listen carefully?"

Guan Ning never expected that this is what Nan Rong cared about at this moment.

"Nan Rong, Teacher Nan, you misunderstood." His voice was dry: "Haven't you heard of the flower language of the sunflower?"

"No." Nan Rong answered impatiently: "You waste your time on these boring things all day long. No wonder your grades are always low."

She shook her head, holding the bunch of bare branches, stepped on the thick petals on the ground, and strode into the dormitory building without looking back.

Guan Ning stared at her back blankly, muttering: "The flower language of the sunflower is: You are my sun."

One, two, three, and four, a total of twenty-one chrysanthemum branches, or twenty-one second-level materials. According to the market price of fifty koens per branch, it can be sold for one thousand and fifty koens.

Nan Rong looked at the branch in his hand and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Although this student is not very talented, he has a good attitude towards his tutor and knows how to give himself some extra benefits on top of the materials he submits.

Maybe in the future, we can give him some benefits while charging normal fees.

Wendy is not in the dormitory. She should still be working hard in the raw liquid extraction room to purify the raw liquid.

There seemed to be something wrong with the energy sensor light in the public lounge area and it did not light up immediately.

Nan Rong didn't care and directly opened the electronic lock and entered his room.

The lights were still dim. A slight breeze blew the linen curtains, and the lavender moonlight flickered, creating a sense of quiet beauty.

Nan Rong just felt a chill in his heart.

Obviously, before she left in the morning, she had already drawn the curtains, closed the windows, and locked her door.

The mental power was released, but no trace of strangers was found.

Footprints, fingerprints, breath, residual power. Nothing.

The room was clean and tidy. If Nan Rong had not been confident in her memory, she would have thought she had remembered it wrong.

Who on earth was this person who sneaked into her room and what was his purpose?
Nan Rong's brain was thinking quickly, and he searched everywhere in the room, trying to find even the slightest clue.
It really does.

A letter was pressed under her pillow. It was wrapped in a black natural fiber paper envelope, with bright red wax pressed on the seal and an exquisite scale pattern pressed on it.

In the middle of the scales, there is an ancient and heavy sword.

This sign belongs to the equality fighter.

Four silver cursive characters were written in a flamboyant style: From Nan Rong himself.

(End of this chapter)