3252: Clever Girl (6)

Clever Girl (6)

Mo Ziming tried to persuade Feng Wu. "Xiao Wu, if you sit here, I can teach you…"2

Feng Wu asked, "What's your inscription level?"

Mo Ziming was very proud. "Level 7."

Feng Wu said, "I see."

What was that supposed to mean? Shouldn't she be worshiping him now?

Mo Ziming was hurt by Feng Wu's cold expression.

Just as he was about to speak, someone came out of Room 2.

A chubby, kind-looking young man's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Wu. "This is…"

"Master's new disciple," Mo Ziming said immediately.

Feng Wu shook her head. "I'm not…"

However, Mo Ziming and his second senior brother didn't listen to Feng Wu at all. They started chatting excitedly!

"A new disciple? We finally have a little junior sister! Master finally did the right thing. Instead of finding us a junior brother, he found us a little junior sister."

"What? What junior sister?"

A person jumped out of Room 3. He seemed to be a lively character. He was as thin as a bamboo stick and had sparkling eyes.

"Look, here's the junior sister! She's especially beautiful!" Both senior brothers were very excited.

The third boy's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Wu.

Before he could compliment Feng Wu, she said, "I'm not your junior sister…"

Mo Ziming asked, "Aren't you the junior inscription master who just came in today?"

Feng Wu said, "Yes, I am."

Mo Ziming said, "Master asked me to bring you back because he has tacitly accepted you. Don't be afraid. Since Master has said so, nothing can change it. You'll stay in our workshop."

The other two senior brothers came back to their senses and consoled Feng Wu.

Feng Wu felt a little embarrassed.

Wouldn't it be a little too pretentious for her to mention what her inscription level was now?

Moreover, the senior brothers were sincere and enthusiastic, and Feng Wu couldn't resist their kindness.

Hence, she could only smile wryly. "Thank you."

Feng Wu looked at the last two rooms.

Mo Ziming's attention was all on Feng Wu's face. Seeing that she was looking inside, he told her, "They haven't completed the task that Master gave them, so they can't come out yet, in case the process is delayed."

Feng Wu was curious. "Process? Are you working on different stages of the same assignment?"

"Of course," Mo Ziming said proudly, "We're researching the flying fighter jet. We three senior brothers here and the two in the rooms are the few people in Imperial College who have studied the flying fighter jet the most. Master has been leading us on the flying fighter jet project."

The flying fighter jet? Feng Wu didn't expect Master Wang to be researching it, either.

Feng Wu said, "I heard Master Duanmu…"

At the mention of Master Duanmu, Mo Ziming and the other two didn't look too happy.

Yue Ban, the second disciple, pursed his lips and was a little worried. "Master Duanmu is indeed studying the flying fighter jet as well. I heard he made some progress and seems to be moving faster than us…"

Dong Chen, the third disciple, frowned. "So what if he's a little faster? I don't like Master Duanmu's attitude. He makes his disciples do all the work for him. I don't think he has ambition anymore."

Mo Ziming nodded. "That's right. I think our master will be the first to figure it out."

Just then, they heard footsteps outside.

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