Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

The back of her hand was suddenly touched lightly, and Sohelei tilted her head to look at the person who was approaching her quietly.

"Sohlei, your...savior, what's his name?"

Zuo Fei spoke in a very low voice and glanced at Cheng Yan several times out of the corner of his eye.

He thought his movements would not be noticed, but Cheng Yan directly waved and greeted Zoffy.

"Are you asking me? My name is Cheng Yan, hello."

The girl jumped like a frightened rabbit when she was startled by Cheng Yan's shout.

After she realized what was going on, she blushed and stammered, "Hello, my name is Zoffy. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked about you in private."

"What's the matter? I forgot to introduce myself."

Cheng Yan has a good impression of these students who seem to be very sincere and kind.

The atmosphere was not as stagnant as when they first met. Cheng Yan spoke, and Sohelei began to introduce some of the situations in the Teaching Institute to Cheng Yan. Other students supplemented their knowledge from time to time. The group chattered as they crossed the intersection and gradually walked from the wild to the area with dense houses.

Before she knew it, Zoffy had walked beside Cheng Yan. The girl's face was red, and she twisted her fingers together as if she was a little nervous, but there was some excitement in her voice that she couldn't hide.

"The new student recruitment quotas for other colleges this year have been filled, but the quotas for Sahavara College have not been filled yet. I asked the students of Miaolun School, and they found out that the last day for their new student recruitment is the day after the scientific expedition team returns."

Sohelei suddenly reacted and squeezed Zoffy's hand, "Isn't that tomorrow?"

Zoffy nodded, "That's right, so if Cheng Yan wants to enter Shahavaro College, he must get a letter of recommendation before tomorrow."

To register for the first batch of students, one only needs to go to the Institute of Religious Affairs to fill out the registration form. However, the recruitment of the first batch of students has now ended. If one wants to apply for a place now, one can only be recommended by internal staff of the Institute of Religious Affairs, and the applicant cannot be an ordinary Triyasithi, but must at least be a Dasata or a Handa.

Sohelei slapped her head and said, "Then there's not much time left." She grabbed Cheng Yan's hand and was about to move forward, "Come with me, I'll go and ask my teacher for help."

Zoffy quickly grabbed her and said, "Let's not talk about whether you can find Master Zahar successfully. Just for such a small matter, aren't you afraid that he will give you a few more projects?"

Sohele's brows suddenly furrowed, and her frown seemed to have seen the miserable days of writing the paper after she opened her mouth.

But when she saw Cheng Yan's arm still wrapped in bandages, Sohlei gritted her teeth and said, "I accept whatever teacher Zahar does, as long as he is willing to write a letter of recommendation for Cheng Yan."

Cheng Yan could tell that the two girls in front of him were trying to help him get into the Ordinary College to study, and it seemed that Sohelei was ready to sacrifice something.

How could he sit still? He raised his hand and held Sohlei's wrist, "Don't do anything impulsive for me. That topic is very important to you."

It's more than important. It's related to whether she can graduate successfully from the Academy.

But Sohelei really wanted to help Cheng Yan enter the Church of the Holy Spirit.

Zoffy pulled her hand hard, then turned his head and glanced at the person at the end of the team.

"Why bother? Isn't Zandik right next to us? He is the apprentice Dasata of Sahavara College, and he will be one of the judges for the freshman assessment tomorrow."

Sohelei's expression froze. She looked at Cheng Yan and then at Zandik at the end of the team. Just as she was about to speak, Cheng Yan patted her on the shoulder.

"I see. Thank you for thinking of so many solutions for me."

Sohelei was probably worried that he would have another conflict with Zandik. After all, she had soiled his drawings when they first met. But Cheng Yan didn't want two girls to think about things for him while he did nothing in the back.

He had to clean up the mess he had made himself. Cheng Yan slowed down his pace and gradually walked shoulder to shoulder with Zandik behind him.

"Ahem, um, Zandik? Can I call you that?"

Cheng Yan spoke carefully while asking the system to call up the favorability page and take a look. The -9 favorability made him feel unconfident when speaking. He always felt that he would be thrown out by the person in front of him at any time.

Sure enough, Zandik looked at Cheng Yan as if he was a fool, with no intention of speaking at all, and just walked on his own.

Cheng Yan continued to speak without any embarrassment, "You are a student of Miaolun Sect, right? I also want to try to see if I can enter Miaolun Sect. Could you please write a letter of introduction for me..."

The man in front of him stopped and looked at Cheng Yan and asked, "You? You want to join the Miaolun Sect?"

The Miaolun School does have a new batch of mediocre idiots every year, but not everyone has the opportunity to be one of these idiots.

"What can you do?"

Zandik looked Cheng Yan up and down. The boy was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, with his arms and calves tied with cloth strips trimmed with gold edges. He was dressed very neatly, but he didn't look like a student at all. Instead, his outfit was somewhat similar to that of a mercenary, but... After staring at Cheng Yan's fair face, Zandik looked away.

Even if they are mercenaries, they will never get any orders or earn any money.

He doesn't even realize that in the heart of the person in front of him, he has been labeled as ignorant of the world and arrogant.

Cheng Yan touched the back of his head and answered Zandik's question, "I, I know a little bit about mechanical engineering. The content of Miaolun School's research seems to be related to mechanical engineering, so I want to give it a try. If I can become your classmate, it would be the best thing."

Cheng Yan's dark eyes stared at Zandik's handsome face, his Adam's apple moving slightly. It was all worth it just for this face. He could eat three bowls of rice just for the face in front of him.

Zandik's expression remained unchanged, his red eyes fell on Cheng Yan's face, "You said you can do it, right? Just based on your words, why should I help you?"

It seems... there is hope.

His face turned red when he was stared at by the person in front of him. Cheng Yan hurriedly raised his hand and felt around on his body. He always carried some small items he made himself. When his palm touched a hard object with intricate patterns, Cheng Yan immediately took it out of his arms.

It was a wooden mechanical butterfly, and he made it according to Jin Peng's method. It's just that Jin Peng knew some magic and could make lifelike butterflies with leaves, but the leaves were too fragile. When Cheng Yan received the butterflies made by Jin Peng, he didn't dare to touch them hard, for fear of breaking them. But the butterflies looked really beautiful, so he used some hard wood to carve out quite a few.

The leaf butterfly made by Jin Peng can move by itself. This is a magical method and cannot be evaluated by common sense.

But the butterfly he carved could also move. Cheng Yan never thought there was anything wrong with it. Ever since he started learning mechanical engineering from his master, the things he made could all move by themselves, from the big mechanical dog Poseidon to the small mechanical butterfly in front of him. Cheng Yan was serious when making these things, and he was very happy to see the things born from his hands moving freely as if they had life. However, he never thought that this was unusual.

Even Gui Zhong himself could not make as many objects that seemed to have life as his apprentice could. Whenever he saw Cheng Yan making something alive with wood or metal, Gui Zhong would just touch his head and feel proud of his gifted apprentice in his heart.

At this moment, Zandik was looking at the ordinary wooden butterfly in front of him and wanted to ask Cheng Yan, is this what you call the mechanical art?

When will an ordinary sculptor be able to say that he knows mechanical engineering? Zandik looked away, not wanting to waste another second on the person in front of him.

But before he could leave, the mechanical butterfly in Cheng Yan's hand suddenly flew up, hovering in front of Zandik's eyes and circling many times.

...The wooden butterfly that can move on its own without any external interference can barely be considered a mechanism made using mechanical engineering.

After he put his foot down, Zandik looked at the mechanical butterfly flying in the air with a more patient look.

But this is still just an ordinary mechanism, and even the dumbest student of Sahavala can make it.

"Xiao Qi, go pick a flower." Cheng Yan spoke to the mechanical butterfly, just like when he was interacting with Bao Dao Zhuo Feng.

Zendik: "..."

Seeing Cheng Yan's gaze becoming inquiring again, he wondered if the person in front of him had an overly vivid imagination, or even had delusions, to the point of giving orders to a mechanical butterfly.

But the butterfly named Xiaoqi actually flew to the roadside tremblingly after Cheng Yan finished speaking, picked the most delicate Patisallan and flew back to Cheng Yan, putting the flower in Cheng Yan's palm as if asking for credit, and even faster flying movements around Cheng Yan.

Zandik: “?”