Don't I Have a Name? Only Know to Call Me Strategic Level!

The morning of October 4th.

Su Wanying's votes soared to 35,000, three times more than the day before.

Now, it was the turn of all the boys to despair.

"Bastard! Don't we just want to change to a new admissions brochure? Su Wanying has been a kanban lady for three years, why is she still holding her seat and refusing to give up!"

A group of people were filled with righteous indignation and rushed into the student union to ask for an explanation.

It's a pity that there is only one Xie Yihan left in the student union.

He is useless, he will only say that he will definitely give everyone an explanation, and then there will be no more...

This day happened to be the day when Zhong Yuan went to the museum.

The Upper East Museum issued an apology notice: On the morning of the 4th, the external exhibition will be cancelled, and citizens who have made an appointment will make an appointment at another day. Special exhibitions will also be extended by one day accordingly.

Following the instructions of the superior department, they allocated half a day for Zhong Yuan to watch the exhibition alone.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the curator and several staff stood at the gate tremblingly to welcome the distinguished guests. They had been waiting for half an hour.

Not yet!

"Curator, can you tell me, which department's boss came to visit?"

"That's right!"

"I told you, don't reveal it! In fact, it was an instruction from the Beijing Academy of Sciences!"

Academy of Sciences?

Several people who were waiting with him gasped in unison.

No wonder the two nearby streets were temporarily closed and no one was allowed to approach.

It turns out that the boss of the Academy of Sciences is coming to visit?

They ran out of ideas and continued to wait.

It was indeed contacted by the Academy of Sciences, but the curator concealed the most important thing.

That is, the distinguished guest who came to visit was Xuan Ming, who was ranked 68th on the ranking list of young market experts!

This is a secret, and I have been repeatedly told not to let it out!

The curator was very excited, looking forward to seeing the demeanor of the top young masters in Huaguo!

Finally, finally, half past eight,

A boy in a black sweater, riding a bicycle, approached quickly.

The car screeched and screeched to a halt on the sidewalk in front of the museum.

The road was closed long ago, and everyone waited for nearly an hour, only this young man showed up.

Definitely not passing by!

my God!

Could it be that he is the boss who came to visit?

He came here by bicycle!

Everyone was surprised.

Zhong Yuan was also speechless.

Usually, a lot of shared bicycles are piled up at the subway entrance and on the side of the road.

None today!

After getting off the subway, I searched two streets and finally found a car.

As soon as he locked the car, he saw a large group of people rushing over.

The person at the front... is the curator!

I once interviewed him, asked him to work two jobs, and only paid one job!

At this moment, the curator had a flattering smile on his face, and said enthusiastically, "Hi, hello! I am the curator Shi Ruiwen, and I welcome you on behalf of all the colleagues of the Shangdong Museum!"

As he spoke, he was secretly shocked: this master Xuanming looks younger than his son who is in college! Is it a good look, or a real high school student?

Zhong Yuan is not used to the warm attitude of the other party.

Back then, this person wanted him to bring goods to the cultural and creative store on the second floor.

Zhong Yuan was slightly embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry to cause you trouble!"

The curator of history said quickly, "No trouble, no trouble! This way please!"

"Need to arrange a guide for you?"

Zhong Yuan immediately said, "I can just watch it alone. It's better not to be disturbed by anyone."

"Understand! Understood! According to your request, all surveillance in the museum has been turned off. Please rest assured that your identity will never be revealed."

Zhong Yuan was startled.

Never asked for such a thing.

Well, it should have been requested by Feng Qing when he contacted. It is estimated that the monitoring screen on the road will also disappear... No wonder there was no one when we came over.

Curator Shi's vest was already soaked in cold sweat, and he was afraid of saying the wrong sentence.

He found that after Xuanming arrived, the road was not unblocked, and traffic would not resume until people left.

There is no one with this reception specification...

Think about my own son, either playing games all day, or asking for money to fool around.

Why are the outstanding ones always other people's children?

The curator of history was in a complicated mood, and he forced a smile and said, "You can do whatever you want. We will wait outside."

This is the best.

Satisfied, Zhong Yuan couldn't wait to enter the museum and went straight to the second exhibition hall.

The golden coffin covered with cyan rust was placed in a fully airtight tempered glass room as I remembered.

It is said that somewhere near the gate of the exhibition hall, a hidden master control switch is designed for easy maintenance.

This was back then, when Zhong Yuan was chatting with maintenance workers when he was working part-time in the museum, the other party said that he had slipped his tongue, although he didn't elaborate on where the switch was, but as long as he searched carefully, he would definitely find it.

After searching for 20 minutes, a mystery was found right under the first booth!

The finger tapped the ground lightly, and the cover disguised as a brick immediately popped up.

A bank of switches appeared.

Zhong Yuan was excited and pressed one of the buttons.

The curator of history never expected that the protective cover of the town hall's treasure would be opened as soon as the little distinguished guest arrived.

He and a few others took folding chairs and umbrellas, and simply drank tea and chatted at the gate of the museum.

Inside the hall.

The glass room was opened, and Zhong Yuan could finally observe the golden coffin up close.

After walking around for a while, I found that the coffin did not have any gaps at all.

In fact, there is no coffin lid design, but it is shaped like a coffin?

Is it solid or hollow inside?

In fact, after the golden coffin was unearthed, scientists in Huaguo used the most advanced instruments to probe its interior.

Finally, it was concluded that the inside of the golden coffin was hollow.

There were neither human remains nor sacrificial objects inside.

That being the case, there is no research value, so put it in a museum for exhibition.

However, the law and order in Huaguo is very good, the crime rate is extremely low, and the protection is strict, and it is occasionally displayed, so there is no fear that such a heavy coffin will be stolen.

Zhong Yuan walked around and didn't see anything, so he tried to touch the coffin.

It should be fine to touch it...

However, as soon as the fingertips touched the gold surface, there was a strong pulling force immediately.

It was pitch black in an instant!

The five senses disappeared, and the consciousness seemed to have left the body and entered the interior of the golden coffin.

It turns out that this is the dark and deep world of darkness!

At the same time, the exhibition hall was empty, and there was no one there.

Zhong Yuan seemed to have evaporated from the world, the moment he touched the coffin, he disappeared without a trace!

Cheng Ying College.

It was past eight o'clock in the morning, and the noisy school celebration activities had not yet begun.

The guard box at the school gate is about to change shifts.

A guard yawned and walked towards the off-campus coffee shop unsuspectingly.

He came to the counter and ordered listlessly.

"Two sandwiches, coffee free of sugar."

The boy at the counter lowered his head, straightened his peaked cap, and said, "Wait a minute!"

A few minutes later, the guard left the coffee shop with ease, returned to the post at the school gate, and gave the breakfast he had bought to his colleagues.

After a while, two guards arrived and took over from them.

The seemingly ordinary process hides fatal loopholes and crises.

After being at ease for too long, no one noticed at this time that a foreign enemy sneaked into the academy quietly.

At half past eight in the morning, a limousine slowly stopped at the school gate.

Jiang Tianshuo got out of the car carrying an exquisite cake box. Qiu Ren followed behind him, holding a luxurious mooncake gift box in his hand.

In fact, Chengying College has been semi-open these days, and you can enter and visit as long as you register your identity.

It's a pity that not many people know about it, so almost no one came.

Of course Jiang Tianshuo and Qiu Ren did not come to the school celebration, they came to pay a visit to Zhong Yuan. (Two weeks have passed, I should calm down...)

Do the registration and enter the door.

Jiang Tianshuo suddenly noticed the school celebration arrangements scrolling on the electronic screen, and a picture of the school belle election flashed past.

Then, as if his feet had taken root in the ground, he never walked again.

Qiu Ren asked strangely, "President, what are you looking at?"

"Qiu Ren, help me hold the cake box." The elder sister didn't seem to give me that photo.

"oh, OK."

Jiang Tianshuo took out his phone and scanned the QR code on the screen.

The page for choosing the school flower popped up immediately.

Save the photos happily first, and then look at the number of votes.

Jiang Tianshuo's expression changed instantly, and he said, "Su Wanying, how dare you swipe the ticket?"

Qiu Ren:? ? ?