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Raphael, rarely seeing him display such an expression, raised an eyebrow slightly. âOld Four, whatâs wrong with you? She is indeed quite pretty, but I thought you werenât interested in women?â
Their sect, Cloud Summit, was often referred to as a monastery for monks and nuns.
Each of the senior and junior disciples excelled in their respective fields, but when it came to remaining single, they all seemed to compete as if they could continue forever.
At least he was the second most sociable one in the sect, second only to the Second Senior Sister.
Lang Xuan, perhaps because he spent too much time with the Elder Senior Brother, had grown increasingly stern, which certainly wouldnât win the favor of any girls.
âSheâ¦â Lang Xuanâs brows knit tightly as his eyes remained fixed on Si Fuqing. âShe gives me a very familiar feeling.â
âFamiliar?â Raphael also looked at her carefully. âThatâs impossible. Sheâs always been in the Great Xia Empire, and youâve never been there.â
Lang Xuan took a deep breath, his eyelashes trembling slightly. âItâs likeâ¦â
Yet the following three words just wouldnât come out.
He knew very well that their Little Junior Sister had been dead for four years, taken away by an explosion.
Not even her bones had remained.
In the end, they could only bury some of her belongings and set up a cenotaph.
Even after all this time, Lang Xuan still found it hard to accept.
When Si Fuqing, dressed in a white lab coat, entered the internship room with the other intern doctors, it gave him the surreal feeling of seeing his junior sister busily working in the lab, as if in another lifetime.
For a moment, Lang Xuan almost believed that his Little Senior Sister was standing right in front of them.
But it wasnât her face, and there was no connection at all.
It was just a slight similarity in her demeanor that stirred his memories.
Lang Xuan rubbed his brow and stood up. âIâm done watching. I have something to do. Letâs meet another day.â
Raphael waved his hand. âAlright, you go ahead.â
Carrying a heavy heart, Lang Xuan returned to the hotel.
âMr. Yun!â His assistant, who had been waiting at the door, sighed in relief upon seeing him return. âItâs fortunate that youâre in the Muston Dukedom. Professor Katherine had an issue and canât make it, so sheâs asked you to represent her at the final interview for the international joint examination.â
The final interview for the international joint examination was only for the top one hundred candidates who had passed the written test.
Candidates would be paired off for a final showdown.
It indeed required luck; if one was unfortunate enough to face a strong opponent in the first round, they could be eliminated early.
In the end, only twelve candidates would be selected, and these twelve would be invited to the Free Stateâs Intercontinental Research Institute. Hence, the interview was crucial, and there could be no mistakes.
Lang Xuan was about to decline when he casually glanced at the stack of registration forms in the assistantâs hand.
Despite the lack of makeup in the photo, he recognized her instantly.
It was the female celebrity he had just seen on the show.
Lang Xuanâs heart stirred slightly.
âAlright,â he nodded slightly, âtell me the time, and Iâll go.â
The assistant relayed the exact time.
Lang Xuan took the registration forms, entered his room, and stood quietly for a while before taking out his phone and dialing YUAN Mingchiâs number.
However, there was no answer.
He frowned.
After returning from Eastern Mulberry, the Fifth Junior Brother had been taken away by the Holy Light Tribunal. The tribunal lasted seven days, and if no charges were found, he would be released.
Their master was still in seclusion, so they couldnât interfere and could only wait.
Lang Xuan opened the registration forms and began reviewing Si Fuqingâs information.
**
That evening, the plane landed in the Muston Dukedom.
The International Joint Examination Committee had arranged for a hotel, sponsored by the Duke of Muston.
Si Fuqing was in the process of changing a setting in Yu Xihengâs WeChat when an unexpected call came in.
She reached out. âThereâs a call.â
Yu Xiheng, resting his head on his hand, was unconcerned. âGo ahead and take it.â
âAlright.â Si Fuqing pressed the answer button and put it on speakerphone.
As soon as the call connected, the voice on the other end immediately said, âLittle Nine, stop being so stubborn. Do you really think your status in the industry is so high that Miss An can wait for you? Youâre already twenty-eight years old, and if you continue like thisâ¦â
Before Si Fuqing could respond, a hand reached from behind her, pressing the hang-up button.
They were so close that she could clearly feel the warmth of his body and the fresh scent of osmanthus under the moonlight.
Yu Xiheng, however, acted as if he didnât notice, maintaining that posture as he blocked the number.
âMeow, meow!â
A pure white, odd-eyed cat walked over gracefully, stopping at Yu Xihengâs pant leg.