Anran woke up from her bed and looked out the window. The green mountains and white clouds were still there, but the angle of the first ray of sunlight that shone through the window seemed to have changed.
An Ran rubbed his head and struggled to remember. He found that his limbs were weak, as if he had slept for a long time.
He only remembered waking up in the middle of the night to find Zhao Kuang standing under the bamboo building. He vaguely remembered that he had taken something from the hornbill, something that looked like a note.
"Is that the information about the biological weapons?!”Anran stubbornly tried to recall more things, but he felt his head hurt more and more.
Just as she was about to reach out for a finger, he heard a voice coming from outside.
It was a series of footsteps.
A few moments later, there was a light knock on his door. A London gentleman's voice sounded from outside."Miss Anran, Sir has invited you."
An Ran was stunned for a moment. In the information he had obtained, the code name of the top leader of K2 was Mr.
Actually, this was a vague title, because everyone could call themselves mister.
Anran immediately got up and washed up. In a short while, a maid had already brought her an exquisite dress.
An Ran frowned imperceptibly. He hated this kind of clothes the most. They were good-looking but useless. They were completely meant to turn a girl into an exquisite vase.
But now that he was under the roof, he had no choice but to lower his head. Was he going to wear his sleeping gauze dress to see that gentleman?! At the thought of this, An Ran blushed.
A moment later, An Ran walked out of the room. Outside the room was a small and exquisite living room. The decoration of the living room was perfect, especially the handmade Persian wool carpet on the floor, which made people feel the taste and style of the owner.
It was luxurious yet low-key.
"Miss Anran, did you have fun here?!”A pair of well-maintained hands put down the newspaper, and An Ran met his eyes.
This person was Sir, because Anran immediately saw a tall black butler beside him.
It was said that there was a black butler standing beside Sir.
Even when he was asleep.
"Not bad. Are you Sir? What are you going to talk to me about?" Anran answered while carefully sizing up the man's appearance.
Even though he had learned the Detection Spell and Memory Spell, he could not find a good memory point in a short period of time.
It was well known that in order to form a memory point, a person had to first code it in the hippocampusand then transfer it to the frontal lobe for long-term storage.
He also needed to form a long-term memory. He needed to use some special techniques to remember him.
The international community usually used the staking method to remember a series of random numbers or characters.
The method of fixing stakes was to extend things in a certain order and use it as a hook for memory. It was a method to establish a connection with the content to be memorized.
He would also use exaggerated associations and imagination to connect. This way, when he recalled, he would first recall the information he had already remembered, then recall the pictures of the new information after association, and finally recall the new information.
This was a method of memorization. Simply put, it was to compress and pack some characteristics that one wanted to remember. When it was time to recall them, they would re-compress them.
However, when Anran used this method to remember his external characteristics in front of her teacher, she tasted failure for the first time.
How should he put it? Sir was an amiable person. It could be said that he was a person full of charm.
It could be seen from the way he spoke that he spoke English. It was very British and very pure.
It was hard to guess if he was his mother tongue, because some of the words and phrases were very classical, similar to the classical Chinese writings. Even though Anran was a Grade 8 English Major, some of the words were ambiguous.
The two of them were just sitting there and chatting, so Anran could roughly guess why.
"I'm very happy to talk to you about this. Miss Anran, you can leave now.”
Anran was still thinking about digging out more characteristics from her husband to make it easier for her to remember, but when she suddenly heard him say this, she was shocked.
" I apologize for my son's reckless actions." The mister stood up and bowed solemnly to An Ran in apology.
Of course, Anran couldn't sit still. He jumped up in fright and said,""Sir, there's no need to be so polite. Although I was imprisoned here by Young Master Kuang, he didn't do anything to me.”After saying this, An Ran's face couldn't help but flush.
" I still hope to apologize on his behalf, because he can't apologize to you anymore." After saying this, the mister left a few words to the black butler beside him and turned to leave.
His actions were so decisive that he did not look like an old man.
If Anran hadn't seen his information, who would believe that a long-lived old man like him was so energetic and charming?
" What's going on?!" Before Anran could ask this question, the black butler handed him an English newspaper.
The headline of the newspaper was about a plane crash.
The headline of the news was: K2 Asia's top leader, Zhao Kuang, died in a plane crash. China's Southeast Military Region sent a letter to take responsibility for this matter.
An Ran froze on the spot.
Was he, Prince K2, Zhao Kuang, going to die just like that?!
Countless question marks filled his heart until he was sent on a private jet to Beijing.
At this moment, in a small gym, an old man was running on a treadmill with his upper body naked.
If An Ran was here, he would be shocked. This person was the old man he was talking to, Mr. Codename.
The black butler stood guard behind the old man like a statue, as if he had never seen An Ran off before. At this moment, he held a hot towel in his hand and handed it to the gentleman on the treadmill.
The mister casually took the hot towel and wiped his face. In the next moment, this old man turned into a childish appearance.
And this person had an evil and stern face.
This person was Zhao Kuang, who had died in the plane crash.
But now, Zhao Kuang had been resurrected, and a perfect plan to escape was slowly unfolding in his mind.
PS, I, Zhao Kuang, came back from the dead, I beg for everything.
The update came tonight, and I realized that I'm only used to writing 2000-word chapters.
Three 2000-chapter cards were presented.
I'm so sleepy. I've killed so many brain cells. I can only call it a day.
A new day will begin tomorrow. I hope everyone will continue to support me. Thank you, fist salute…
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