"I’m really curious, what kind of person are you?" The woman was none other than Lan Yahui, who had a deep connection with Ye Chenfeng.
Although they had only met twice, it could be considered that they had experienced life-and-death farewells.
Ye Chenfeng looked up at her, "I’m just a man!"
"Hehe, you’re really humorous. What are you looking at? Sanskrit? Small Seal Script? Oracle bone script?" Lan Yahui caught a glimpse of the book Ye Chenfeng was reading.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, "Translating a piece of ancient text!"
"What text? Maybe I can help you!" Lan Yahui’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Ye Chenfeng.
"Yes, that’s right. I majored in archaeology in college, and my grandparents and parents are all archaeology professors. Even if I can’t translate your text, they definitely can!" Lan Yahui said indifferently, but her underlying tone revealed a strong confidence.
"That’s just great!" Ye Chenfeng’s eyes brightened vigorously. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack without exertion and now a ready-made archaeology noble family was right before him, he’d be a fool not to make use of it.
Lan Yahui’s lips curved into a reserved smile, always composed, and tranquil as a maiden, "Where is this text you’re speaking of?"
Ye Chenfeng pointed at his head, "Right here, let’s find a place and I’ll draw it out for you!"
"Okay!" Lan Yahui nodded her head.
"If I had known earlier, I would have just come to you directly. It’s made me run around hiding from the principal, causing such a mess!" Ye Chenfeng tapped his head helplessly.
Lan Yahui chuckled and didn’t speak. She was too quiet, not even mentioning a word about Ye Chenfeng and Lu Wanqing’s situation.
"Where shall we go?" Once out of the school, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but ask.
"How about a coffee shop? I know a good one, but you’re buying!" Lan Yahui stated seriously.
Ye Chenfeng was momentarily stunned then agreed, "No problem, but are you okay with coffee?"
Lan Yahui gave him a slight frown, "I study archaeology, but I’m not from the ancient times, why wouldn’t I be accustomed to coffee?"
"Report to Team Leader Chen, the target Lan Yahui has unexpectedly met up with Ye Chenfeng. Team One requests action!" A few plainclothes individuals watched as Ye Chenfeng and Lan Yahui left together from a hidden spot.
"Don’t move, I’m coming right now!" In the police station, Chen Xijun’s eyes lit up, he immediately grabbed his gear and set off, muttering to himself, "Ye Chenfeng, you’ve finally given me a chance!"
Right after Chen Xijun left the police station, a figure suddenly appeared around the station, it was You Ming from the Six Fan Sect.
"Elder Shi, your prediction was correct. Chen Xijun really made a move, I’ll follow her first!"
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?
Relaxing saxophone melodies flowed like gently moving water, with a petit-bourgeoisie atmosphere, coming here, you instantly feel as if your whole person’s air or style rose sharply.
"A cup of cappuccino, please!" Lan Yahui ordered.
Without looking up, Ye Chenfeng said, "A cup of Irish, thanks!"
"You have such a unique taste!" Lan Yahui gazed at Ye Chenfeng with burning eyes.
"Otherwise, it’s too boring!" Ye Chenfeng chuckled, but actually, the Irish coffee he ordered contained liquor.
The two cups of coffee cost nearly a thousand, but Ye Chenfeng didn’t even blink an eye. If Lan Yahui could translate the text on the Bronze Disc, how would he care about gifting her this whole coffee shop?
"Alright, Ye Chenfeng, you start now!" Lan Yahui’s gaze turned gentle as she intently watched Ye Chenfeng take out paper and pencil to start sketching.
Although Ye Chenfeng had only glanced at the Bronze Disc, he had remembered everything on it.
This was not a Special Ability; it was called unconscious memory, a basic skill for spies and mercenaries. Often during missions, you wouldn’t get many chances to remember those confidential documents or other markings—you had to memorize everything in one go!
Ye Chenfeng didn’t know how many times he’d practiced this, and he could even be considered an ancestor in this skill.
With each stroke, Ye Chenfeng managed to replicate the engraved lines and patterns on the Bronze Disc, even clearer than what was on the actual disc itself, considering the disc had been around for a long time and had accumulated some rust.
"Done, finished! Here you go!" Ye Chenfeng handed the white paper to Lan Yahui.
Lan Yahui took the paper and immediately poured all her attention into it.
However, Lan Yahui’s brows gradually furrowed, and her eyes filled with confusion.
"What’s the matter? Is there a problem?" Ye Chenfeng asked.
"Did this come from a tomb?" Lan Yahui instead asked.
Ye Chenfeng was taken aback but then nodded, "Yes, that’s correct!"
"I can only make out a bit of the surface. It seems to talk about the construction of a tomb for royalty or nobility. I can only guess this much. For specifics, I need to look at books and even seek help from my grandfather and the others!" Lan Yahui said.
"How long will it take to fully translate?" Ye Chenfeng inquired.
"Give me a week, and I’ll give you an accurate answer!" Lan Yahui regained her confidence.
"Then I’ll trouble you with this!"
"No need, you’ve helped me twice and even saved my life. Helping you is really nothing!" Lan Yahui said, looking at Ye Chenfeng with increasing curiosity.
He was like a mist, indistinct and unreachable, yet possessing a fatally attractive force.
Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng gave a wry smile, "Miss Lan, I’m afraid we can’t have coffee today, maybe next time!"
"What’s wrong?" Lan Yahui asked, puzzled.
"Don’t talk, just leave the cafe now. Remember, walk straight to the school and don’t look back. Hide the white paper well!" Ye Chenfeng urged as he eyed the cafe exterior and spoke to Lan Yahui.
Lan Yahui was clever and composed. Without asking questions, she obediently left the cafe, picked up her bag, and walked directly to the school.
Ye Chenfeng didn’t linger either. He lit a cigarette, lowered his head, and walked towards the cafe’s back hall.
The back door of the cafe led to another street. Ye Chenfeng walked briskly with his head down, smoking.
A sudden force hit him, and two soft things collided with him. Ye Chenfeng knew he had bumped into someone, a woman, sure from the feeling that it was the kind used to nurse babies.
Ye Chenfeng looked up and was confronted with a face all too familiar to him. Who else could it be but Chen Xijun?
Chen Xijun’s lips curved with a meaningful smile, "Ye Chenfeng, you really underestimate the police of the Divine Land!"
Ye Chenfeng had indeed underestimated the Divine Land police. He had noticed plainclothes officers in the cafe earlier, so he headed straight for the back door, thinking these people could not possibly meet him.
But as fate would have it, he did encounter the police of the Divine Land, of course, what he hadn’t anticipated was the involvement of Chen Xijun.
Captain Chen had come personally to set the trap for Ye Chenfeng.