"Is this Professor Pan's email address?" Ronan was surprised.
When Tian Si heard this, he turned his head and looked at it, and then confirmed: "Yes, it is Professor Pan's private email. I still remember the domain name of the server she set up."
The content of the email was just a link. Ronan opened it without hesitation. The link pointed to a cloud space. Encryption measures were also set up here. It was permission encryption. Only visitors allowed by the owner of the cloud space could enter by comparing their identity ID.
Ronan didn't pay much attention to the encryption method. As soon as the interface was switched in, his eyes fell on the top folder of the cloud space, and his eyes were stunned.
The only displayable folder is named: Modern Architecture Coupled Design Application Research (Draft).
Two seconds later, Ronan clicked on the folder, and immediately a message was displayed: the data size of the target folder is about 4PB, and there are several folders and files in it.
This storage number is neither large nor small. Some people can’t even fill it with a lifetime of experience; but in some fields, it seems to be nothing.
Ronan's fingers trembled slightly, then he clicked in.
What is spread out is the traditional window interface and the dense folders, which at first glance make it a headache. But from another perspective, each folder is named according to obvious rules. The letters, numbers, and text are clearly layered. If you look carefully, you can vaguely understand the structure and process of a certain system.
Ronan scrolled the interface and scrolled down to the bottom. The next page naturally captured the only document file in this interface. The name was exactly the same as the folder on the previous layer, that is:
Research on application of coupled design in modern buildings (Draft).
Ronan's face twitched, and then he clicked in. Sure enough, it was a paper. Since it was a draft, the format was relatively casual. His eyes glanced over and landed directly on the author's signature below the title.
That was a name that he could not ignore or forget:
Bu Qingwen.
Ronan's vision froze. During this period, he subconsciously scrolled the interface, but the text, tables, and graphics inside seemed to have completely lost their meaning, or perhaps his sulcus had lost the ability to understand. It wasn't until he reached the end of the article and saw the apparently unfinished scattered sentences and the deliberately left blank space that he vaguely grasped some context.
"Senior sister, come here." Ronan didn't even know how he spoke.
Tian Si across from him hesitated for a moment, probably frightened by his expression and tone, but still stood up and sat next to him. The gaze that had just been diverted to avoid suspicion was naturally directed towards the virtual interface.
At this time, Ronan had already adjusted the interface back to the home page of the article, revealing the title and author. When Tian Si saw this, he was also startled and almost blurted out.
"yes……"
"Senior sister, my mind is confused right now and I can't remember clearly. Have you checked the relevant information? Is this one among the papers my mother published?"
Tian Si responded immediately: "No, definitely not!"
"Really?" Ronan grinned, "Professor Pan's gift is really..."
His fingers slid unconsciously, and the interface scrolled up and down. Next to him, Tian Si said "uh": "Junior, look at this catalog. It doesn't look like a paper, but more like a book, an academic monograph."
Ronan was slightly startled. He followed Tian Si's fingertips and looked over, then switched to the folder interface. There were at least hundreds of folders at the same level, and he couldn't count them at the moment. He simply opened the background and looked at the properties. As soon as I looked at it, I had a few thoughts in my mind:
"Sure enough, there are more than 4,000 folders at all levels and more than 100,000 documents. If they are all reference materials for thesis, it would be too exaggerated. But if it is a book, it seems that it has just begun."
Looking at the last editing time, it turned out to be May 2080, just over a month before he was born. By some estimates, my mother should have been in the wilderness at that time... No, it might have been Professor Pan who wrote the book.
Ronan's mind was confused. Now he was really not suitable for more complex analysis, so he could only forcefully turn his eyes away. At this time, he saw new information on one side of the background interface.
That is the list of visitors admitted to the cloud space.
Of course Ronan was on the list, and there were only three visitors allowed to this cloud space before. One is Professor Pan Wen, which is also displayed as logged in at this time; as for the other two gray names...
Bu Qingwen, Luo Zhongheng.
The interface closed suddenly. This was done by Ronan. Because in half a second, he might not be able to control his emotions. In fact, at this time, the tea on the table was already rippling with fine ripples.
"Let's go." Ronan didn't dare to sit down anymore. He stood up in a hurry, raised his head and took a breath.
Tian Si stood up and gave way and asked, "Let's go..."
Ronan didn't say anything and walked straight out. Tian Si hurriedly followed.
The two of them quickly left the water bar, which made the people in the Occult Research Society on the other side breathe a sigh of relief. They had been torn before about whether they should leave or stay. Fortunately, after a lot of "passionate love affairs" and "sexy sex" over there, they decided to take the first step.
Someone muttered: "It must be to vent..."
"Shut up!" The shouts echoed in unison, suppressing this idiot who didn't know whether to live or die.
Fei Jin looked at it with a smile, but had no reaction. But after two minutes, she just found a reason to leave in advance and separate from this group of people.
She didn't care what people said behind her back, and she wasn't going to waste time in Hai Tianyun and went straight back.
In Ronan's situation, it was impossible to stay in such a crowded area for too long, otherwise the security personnel around him would probably go crazy.
Now there are two possibilities, one is to go home, the other is to return to North Shore Gear. Given the choice between the two, Fei Jin could only choose the latter.
She took the elevator to the third underground floor and prepared to take the short tram back to school. But just after he squeezed out of the elevator door with the crowd, his mind suddenly moved. When he looked up, he saw Ronan standing at the corner in front, as if talking to someone.
Tian Si stood aside, far away from him, and turned his face away a little unnaturally. He obviously did not integrate into the conversation, and his role was quite awkward.
As for the person talking to Ronan, he was leaning against the corner. From Fei Jin's point of view, only half of his colorful sportswear was exposed, and he looked very young.
Neither of the two controllers behind Fe Jin expected this to happen. This is indeed a "chance encounter", but if it is not handled properly, in the eyes of Ronan, a master of perception, it may be like stalking, which will cause unpleasant trouble for nothing.
Fortunately, Fei Jin's main controller was experienced. She did not change her pace and continued to walk forward. When she got closer, she even said hello.
As expected, Ronan glanced back, his face expressionless, but Tian Si next to him turned his head, a little surprised.
Tian Si's movement made the person on the other side of the corner lean forward curiously and whistle: "She is a beauty again. You are quite talented in this area."
The lively and even frivolous reaction was indeed that of a young man. However, at this moment, the ones who were frightened were the two officiants dozens of kilometers away.
"Tian Bang!"
Yin Le screamed uncontrollably. Along with the surprise, there was also hatred and hatred. Yes, at the corner is Tian Bang, who became famous some time ago. This Burner, who is known as "the first person under the super-ordinary species", is dressed in too fancy casual sportswear, as if he can't follow the trend. Second grade youth.
But this was the one who jumped up on Morun and the Blood Flame Order and stood at the center of the world stage.
He is the life and death enemy of the Blood Flame Order, there is no doubt about it!
Such a sworn enemy suddenly appeared in front of him and had a "cordial conversation" with another important target. What kind of method was this?
Similar thoughts inevitably arose in the minds of the two controllers. At the scene, Fei Jin's footsteps stopped for a moment, and his eyes passed over Tian Bang's face. His eyebrows were filled with a series of micro-expressions of curiosity, surprise, and some surprise. Finally, the focus returned to Ronan:
"Junior's friend... I won't interrupt you. Let's talk."
After saying that, Fei Jin smiled, bowed to this side, walked a few steps onto the self-propelled conveyor belt on the side, turned his head naturally, looked at Tian Bang again, and then turned away.
As the "first mate", Yin Le admired Mrs. Halder's control of emotions and details. Just now, Fei Jin, under the control of Mrs. Halder, perfectly demonstrated the subtle psychology of an "outer circle member" who encounters a heavyweight in the other world like Tian Bang, successfully identifies and secretly restrains him.
It's all about the details, but the best part is the word "natural".
The self-propelled conveyor belt took Fei Jin far away, and Yin Le was still thinking about the subtleties of the meeting, when Mrs. Halder's voice sounded: "Do you feel it?"
Tian Bang's position is currently beyond Fei Jin's natural perception range, and Yin Le will not make stupid mistakes and forcefully detect it with abilities, so he really can't figure it out for a while. She frowned and said, "Tian Bang appears here..."
"I didn't mention Tian Bang. What does the matter we are currently dealing with have anything to do with Tian Bang?"
"Ronan? He..."
Yin Le finally managed to get his attention away from Tian Bang and carefully recalled Ronan's previous performance, "It seems that his relationship with Tian Bang is relatively cold..."
"Is there a more precise description?"
Mrs. Halder's tone seemed to be a little dissatisfied. Yin Le felt extremely stressed and racked his brains to think about it. He almost played back a series of observations about Ronan before and after getting out of the elevator frame by frame. After thinking about it again and again, Fang said:
"He is... absent-minded and a little impatient. His eyelids are sunk and he is not interested in Tian Bang's remarks. At the same time, his front toes are turned out and his body is turned sideways. He always wants to leave."
"Why does this happen?"
"Well, it's probably because they received important information and needed to process it before. When they were in the water bar, his and Tian Si's expressions and movements were more obvious."
Mrs. Halder continued to ask, not giving Yin Le a chance to breathe: "This is the main reason for Ronan's impatience. But facing a person like Tian Bang, even if he doesn't suffer as much as we do, he is not a close friend. But he is still a stakeholder after all, doesn’t he even have the slightest intention of socializing?”
Yin Le pondered: "He is always introverted and not good at sociability..."
"What is the cause of this situation? Remember, our previous summary? Ronan has a weak mask and a strong mask. If the weak mask worked, he should have shown politeness, respect or shyness just now , to win Tian Bang’s favor; and if a strong mask dominates, sparks should have burst out between the two people. No matter what kind of mask it is, it will not have this effect.”
Yin Le reacted instinctively: "He also has a third personality mask."
Mrs. Halder said coldly: "It is normal for a person to have a third or even thirtieth mask. What we want to confirm is the characteristics of each personality mask, the relationship between them, and which one occupies the most The core position.”
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