Pokémon: Encounter

Looking at Nan Fang's leaving back, Han Junsheng shook his head and smiled slightly, then lowered his head and continued to write on the notebook, not knowing what he was recording.

"Hey, you're still here?" Nan Fang asked in surprise, looking at Miss Nightingale who was guarding the door.

"Well, the mission isn't over yet. I still have to take you to Chairman Guan." He was still very cold.

"Uh, okay, then come with me."

"..."

Even the cold-faced Nightingale couldn't help blushing, but didn't say much and followed Nan Fang obediently.

"By the way, your problem is quite serious. What will you do when you are on mission?" Nan Fang was very worried that Nightingale would get lost before reaching the destination when he was out on duty.

"Ah."

"..."

What the hell are you laughing at? Why do I feel like you're still a little proud? Nan Fang turned his head away speechlessly and ignored her. This woman must have something wrong with her brain.

The winding corridors were indeed annoying. Even Nan Fang couldn't help but sigh that if someone from the Rockets really infiltrated the league, it would take two or three years to convince them. He would definitely not be able to tell who was who, who was in which room, and what position was in the room.

Before reaching Guan Qing's office, you will pass by a large office belonging to scientific researchers.

Nan Fang looked inside through the glass. "It's the same as always. It hasn't changed at all." Nan Fang said to himself.

Although it is common for scientific researchers to work overtime and stay in the laboratory all day, there are still many people who clock in for work during normal hours.

Because it was morning, there were still quite a few people in the office chatting with each other, sharing experiments, or arguing and discussing.

At this time, a person in the office was stunned when he saw Nan Fang passing by. The person who was talking to him noticed the change in his companion.

"What's wrong with you? Even if you don't agree with my guess, you have to give a response. Hello?"

"Look, look! Look at that man outside!?"

My colleague's words had some kind of magic power, which immediately shocked everyone in the office. Some were surprised, while others were confused. They were surprised that they could actually see the south from here; they were confused as to who this person was and how could he be more handsome than me?

"You don't know him?" The stunned man asked his companion. "No, who is he?"

"Oh my god! The guy who once set off an explosion in our yard! What a genius at blasting! You don't even know him?"

The man's words were like a stone dropped into a lake, causing ripples.

"Ah? He's the explosive genius?"

"It turns out to be him!"

"Is that the explosive genius who was fired?"

"This blaster is pretty handsome~"

"You little slut, you dare to think about the blasting genius?"

"..."

The topic gradually deviated into a direction that could not be heard by children.

Nan Fang, who had heard everything, had veins popping out on his forehead. Nan Fang glanced coldly at everyone in the office and found that none of them looked familiar to him.

Are the newcomers so gossipy now? Are the old jokes still being used? I think I have to suggest to Mr. Bai that he should pay more attention to the management aspect. What are they like?

“Mmm…Mmm…Pfft…”

Nan Fang turned around, rolled his eyes and looked at Nightingale speechlessly, "Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in and get sick!!!"

“Hahahahahahaha!!! What a blasting genius! I’m dying of laughter, hahahaha…”

The aloof Nightingale didn't care about her own image collapsing at all. She leaned against the wall, holding her stomach and laughing non-stop.

"Hey, that's enough, is it really that funny? They're all old jokes, what's the point?"

Nan Fang was once a talented person, and there is no need to elaborate on this.

But when the South got angry and quickly mixed the existing materials in the laboratory and then blew up the laboratory, it became famous.

At first, people were mostly angry, after all, many people's research results disappeared with the explosion. Later, when people calmed down and began to analyze the incident, they found some surprising things and began to admire the strength of the South.

It was not uncommon for a researcher to be able to mix explosives. Nan Fang's strength lay in the fact that he spent less than ten minutes from mixing to arranging to detonating.

In fact, you can also say that practice makes perfect in the South, and this is within his professional scope.

But what's even more amazing is that the South has limited the scope of the explosion to only two laboratories, and avoided most of the important documents and dangerous substances.

The most exaggerated thing is that after the explosion, when people accidentally looked down from the laboratory, they found that the last trace of the explosion in the south was actually an international language! There was an exclamation mark at the end, and even the last point of the exclamation mark was a fortune tree that had been planted in the laboratory for many years, and the leaves were green, and the tree as a whole was not affected at all.

From then on, Nan Fang had a resounding nickname among researchers: the romantic blasting genius.