Little Troubles

Walking into the building, the spacious and brightly lit lobby was comparable to a five-star hotel, though there were few people, giving off a solemn and quiet vibe.

All passageways were equipped with access control systems, requiring a card swipe to enter and exit.

"I'll take you to the information center to get your access cards first, otherwise you won't be able to take a single step in here." Huang Jingmin skillfully swiped his card to open a turnstile.

Tong Dong's curiosity flared up again, and he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Huang, during the training camp, can we enter and leave the building normally?"

Huang Jingmin looked back at him and chuckled.

"What, you're already thinking about sneaking out right after arriving? Want to go see the flag-raising ceremony? Visit the Forbidden City? Or climb the Great Wall?"

Without waiting for Tong Dong to answer, he waved his hand grandly and said with a touch of generosity, "As long as it's not during class hours, your movements are completely free. Not only that, but on weekends we will also organize group activities. Just report where you want to go in advance, and you'll get a dedicated car transfer and free admission tickets."

It had to be said, this was incredibly accommodating.

It immediately gave the students coming here for training a highly favorable impression.

The procedure for getting the base student card was surprisingly simple. There were no tedious forms or background checks as imagined; they just placed their ID cards on a cold machine. With a beep, their information was read, and a white card printed with their name and ID number slid out from the other side.

The staff member next to the machine didn't even look up, reciting the precautions in a flat, monotonous tone: "Card access is restricted to your residential floor, the public dining hall, the garden, the library, and other public areas. All other zones are strictly off-limits."

This operational model was nothing more than borrowing the management logic of a hotel. It wasn't novel, but it was effective.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Lin Mo knew this building also housed an internet cafe.

Xu Haoming escorted the two to the dormitory area and then stopped; his mission concluded here.

"I won't go in. I'll be in Tianjing for the next two days, so if there's anything you can't adjust to, contact me anytime."

After giving his instructions, he added, "The return flight tickets are already booked. As long as there are no issues on your end, I'll head straight back."

Lin Mo and Tong Dong nodded in agreement. The three then parted ways, and the two boys dragged their suitcases into the dormitory area.

The corridor was brightly lit, and the polished floor reflected their figures. It was so quiet that only the sound of rolling suitcase wheels could be heard.

Tong Dong flipped the card in his hand over and over, then glanced at Lin Mo's, finally unable to hold back.

"Why is mine a four-person room, and yours a single room?"

"Just luck," Lin Mo replied casually.

Tong Dong let out a long sigh, looking completely deflated.

"I just hope the guys sharing my dorm will be easy to get along with."

Lin Mo reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him:

"Relax. People who can settle down and focus on math usually don't have any bad intentions. At worst, they just have poor social skills."

Amidst their banter, they arrived at Tong Dong's dorm.

He swiped the door open, poked his head in, and froze at the doorway.

The room was completely empty. Four beds were arranged like a typical college dorm, with beds on top and desks below. The bedding was brand new, but other than that, there were no traces of personal life.

"No one? Not a single person?"

Tong Dong's voice pitched up, carrying uncontainable surprise. "I get a four-person room all to myself? This, this is way too luxurious!"

He walked in, looked around the room, and felt much more relaxed.

"Then aren't you even better off?" Lin Mo leaned against the doorframe.

"Yeah, yeah," Tong Dong nodded vigorously.

"You unpack first. Text me when you're hungry and want to eat."

Being away from home, Lin Mo would definitely look out for Tong Dong, so it was natural for him to give a reminder.

"Okay."

Lin Mo turned around and continued walking deeper into the corridor.

His room was at the very end.

Rumor had it that the innermost room in a hotel was the most sinister place, where many unclean things would gather.

However, within his divine sense, there were no issues at all.

Standing before the door, he swiped it open.

The single room was compact but very well-arranged.

A single bed sat against the wall, equipped with a separate desk and chair, as well as an en-suite bathroom and a small balcony.

Lin Mo didn't consider this level of treatment to be ordinary.

The person sitting on the bed was the best proof of that.

Lin Mo didn't show any surprise. He simply pushed his suitcase into the corner and casually asked, "Sorry to keep you waiting. May I ask who from Yanhuang Awakening you are?"

A somewhat androgynous voice sounded, carrying a hint of amusement: "You really can keep your composure. But how did you determine at a glance that I'm from Yanhuang Awakening?"

Lin Mo looked up. Entering his sight was a short-haired woman, neatly dressed, exuding a crisp, business-like efficiency.

"It's fine, I sensed you before coming in. Besides, anyone who can appear in my room like this naturally has an unusual identity."

Lin Mo opened his suitcase, taking out some toiletries and a change of clothes first, arranging them methodically.

"Are you really planning to attend the training camp here? I thought you were just using it as an excuse to stroll around Tianjing City."

The woman watched Lin Mo's actions, a trace of probing in her tone.

Lin Mo hung up a shirt and turned to look at her. "Coming to Tianjing is actually just to participate in the training and competition. If I just wanted to stroll around Tianjing, I would have come over during the summer vacation. Director Long, why don't you speak your mind directly?"

The short-haired woman's expression froze for a moment as she carefully scrutinized Lin Mo.

"What makes you think I'm Director Long and not someone else?"

Lin Mo shrugged, his tone casual:

"You're very strong, even stronger than Zhang Gonglian. Dongfang Shuye once mentioned that the girl Ning Qingcheng has a high chance of surpassing Director Long. As her senior martial brother, I know how far that girl can go, so naturally, I can make a judgment."

He paused, thinking for a moment before continuing.

"Most importantly, you are much stronger than that old Magneto from before, so I deduced that you are Director Long."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman suddenly burst out laughing.

That originally deliberately lowered, androgynous voice instantly became clear and bright. It was the voice of Director Long that Lin Mo was familiar with.

The laughter echoed in the room, carrying a sense of free-spiritedness.

"Hehehe, as expected of you, Lin Mo." Director Long's lips curled up, her eyes flashing with appreciation.

"You are sharper and more direct than I imagined."

She stood up and walked over to Lin Mo naturally. "Most people would have some sort of reaction seeing me appear like this. At the very least, they would ask who I am, or suspect whether I have malicious intentions."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Long Tianqi, the current General Director of Yanhuang Awakening. I came over this time just to see you with my own eyes and establish a foundation for friendly contact with you."

Lin Mo smiled. "As long as Director Long isn't here to give me a warning."

"Of course not, but there are many who do want to give you a warning."

Lin Mo nodded.

"I know."

As he spoke, Lin Mo directly raised his hand, and the mattress behind Long Tianqi was abruptly lifted by an invisible force.

Long Tianqi turned her head to look behind her.

A bomb wrapped in special materials was quietly hidden under the bed.

Long Tianqi's expression instantly turned grim.

This was practically stirring up trouble right under her nose.

Lin Mo let out a sigh.

"It seems whoever is looking to cause trouble for me is far from simple."