Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 126 - 95: As Long as Master Notices, There Won’t Be Any Problems

Chapter 126: Chapter 95: As Long as Master Notices, There Won’t Be Any Problems

The two journalists simply took a few sets of photos without conducting interviews or filming any videos and then left with Fang Xiaoyu.

After the office door closed, Bai Mo continued the lesson.

"Alright, let’s continue talking about the physics section. First, let’s discuss the common models of electromagnetic induction..."

The duration of the same class varies for different people.

For Wu Qingyun, the class passed quickly, filled with useful knowledge, including both review and advanced hints.

For Zhang Shan and Lu Yang, the class felt extremely long. Although these knowledge points were old acquaintances, starting to actually study them, they realized they had become strangers.

...

"...Okay, today’s lesson is over. The content is finished.

Make sure to review.

If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to leave me a message on WeChat.

I do offer after-sales service."

Bai Mo announced the end of the class.

Wu Qingyun stood up, holding her notebook, her eyes blank, expressionless, but she spoke very politely, "Thank you, teacher, goodbye."

After speaking, she even bent slightly, gave a bow, and only when she heard Bai Mo say "goodbye," did she take her steps to leave.

The other three students, being more familiar with Bai Mo, were less formal.

Zhang Shan stretched, Lu Yang yawned, and Yu Tingting let out a sigh of relief.

"Haha, finally, it’s over.

There’s no other task today, let’s rest first."

Several old classmates sat in the office, chatting for a while.

"Wu Qingyun went to train again, right?"

"She’s so busy every day, training, studying, psychological counseling, assignments... doesn’t she have only these four things?"

"And eating and sleeping."

"Haha."

"She’s like a robot; it seems so tiring."

Sitting nearby, Bai Mo caught the word "psychological counseling," wondering if Wu Qingyun indeed had psychic issues?

As a girl about to take the college entrance exam, is she carrying too much on her shoulders?

Suddenly, the office door opened, and Fang Xiaoyu peeked in.

"Huh?

Where are those two journalists?

They said they wanted to come back to this office to take more photos. Did they come yet?"

Bai Mo, Zhang Shan, and others looked at each other.

"No, they didn’t come."

"After leaving with you, they haven’t been back."

The conference room fell silent.

Did the two journalists lie?

Where did they go?

Zhang Shan immediately took out his phone and called the Photo Surveillance Section.

"Captain Wang, two journalists came to the 16th floor of Building A to take photos, and now they are missing. Could you please check the surveillance..."

...

The elevator quickly descended.

Inside the elevator, the young reporter wearing a white hoodie held a camera, looking a bit nervous.

"Boss, are you sure this is okay?

This is the Immortal Technique Committee. If something goes wrong here, the chief editor will kill us!

Maybe... they’ll even fire us."

The lead journalist, a middle-aged man in a work vest, hands in pockets, looked completely unbothered.

"Don’t be scared of anything.

If something goes wrong and we don’t get any dirt, the chief editor will kill us.

If something goes wrong but we get some dirt, the chief editor will at most scold us for show."

The elevator stopped occasionally as people got on and off, but seeing the two carrying cameras and wearing journalist badges, no one suspected anything.

By the time the Photo Surveillance Section found the surveillance and traced their whereabouts, they were already taking the elevator to the basement level.

When the elevator doors opened, on the opposing wall, the metal plaque had three large words... "Training Ground."

The lead journalist chuckled.

"This is it. Quick, follow me!

Remember what I taught you about the memory card."

The young journalist followed the lead inside, sneaking in like a thief. "That memory card thing" was something the lead had taught him... this camera was specially modified with two card slots, each holding a memory card with identical content. If caught secretly filming, they would hand over one card and hide the other in their belt buckle.

...

Turning around the entrance corridor, the training ground was a massive and empty place, with rows of lights on the ceiling illuminating the area. The floor was rubbery with pillars and stacks of strange metal and wooden planks obstructing the view.

At first glance, it looked like an under-construction underground parking lot.

The lead journalist crept along the wall, speaking in a low voice.

"I heard from a tip that their cultivation of Immortal Technique is extremely wasteful.

Today, we’re capturing their waste, understand?

The article will go viral the moment it’s published!"

The young journalist frowned.

"What are they wasting?"

The lead suddenly stopped, looking at a pile of metal scraps stacked like a small mountain ahead.

"Come over here!"

The two journalists squatted in front of the pile, picking up metal scraps and beginning to examine them...

"Aren’t they wasting materials?"

It turned out these were several centimeters thick metal plates... Such thick metal plates must be expensive. But they had been cut into Mahjong-sized squares.

"Why are they wasting metal plates?"

The young journalist pulled out his camera and started taking pictures from various angles.

This camera was specially modified to take photos silently; only the slight clicking of the shutter could be heard.

Suddenly...

Boom!

A loud noise echoed throughout the training ground, scaring the young journalist, causing him to drop the camera, which hit the ground with a "crack."

"What the hell, what was that?

Did the camera break?"

Just as he went to pick it up, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

He turned his head, only to see Zhang Shan and Lu Yang.