Future master, it's him?

Future Master, It's Him?

The sun set in the west, and the day passed in the blink of an eye, arriving at late afternoon.

Having spent the day idling away at school, Qiangu Wuji met up with Gu Yue to head home together.

The two of them going to and from school together had become a sight the neighborhood was long accustomed to; neighbors would often sigh in unison, remarking that childhood sweethearts always invited envy.

Whenever he heard these comments, Qiangu Wuji didn't feel much, but Gu Yue would glare fiercely at those people every single time.

As time went on, in the eyes of everyone, Gu Yue became a little girl with a rather prickly temper.

Qiangu Wuji, however, was very polite; whenever he saw neighbors he knew, he would often greet them with a "Hello, Uncle" or "Hello, Auntie."

In his view, being kind to others was always better than making enemies everywhere. Kindness was cheap but highly effective; if it could make his future path easier to walk, he didn't mind continuing this display of goodwill.

When they returned home, Leng Yaozhu had already prepared the meal, and a table full of rich dishes was laid out.

Na'er was sitting on a chair that was half a head taller than her, swinging her jade-like feet and resting her chin in her hands. Seeing him arrive, she cheered instantly, scurrying over with a pitter-patter to throw herself into his arms.

"Brother Wuji."

Qiangu Wuji wasn't much taller than Na'er right now, and as she embraced him, he immediately caught the faint, sweet fragrance she emitted.

He smiled and ruffled Na'er's hair.

"Na'er, did you study the characters I taught you properly at home today?"

Na'er was not even five years old yet and was not of school age, so whenever he returned from school, he would teach her some basic literacy.

"Mm-hmm, I did. Na'er wrote a hundred characters today!"

Na'er looked up, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at him.

Her well-behaved appearance was just like a little kitten longing to be petted.

Qiangu Wuji was completely melted, gently pinching her little cheek.

"Na'er is amazing."

While the two were sharing this moment, Leng Yaozhu emerged from the kitchen with the final bowl of soup.

"Go wash your hands, everyone. Let's get ready to eat."

Soon, the family was seated at the dining table.

The seating arrangement remained the same, with Gu Yue sitting right next to Na'er.

"Wuji, do you remember what you told me last time about a second profession?"

As they were eating, Leng Yaozhu suddenly spoke up.

Hearing this, Qiangu Wuji set down his bowl and chopsticks, nodding.

"I remember. What about it? Didn't you say my designs were too outdated and not suitable for making Battle Armor?"

Thinking back to that time, he still felt quite regretful; if he could have brought the Emperor Armor into this world, how cool would that have been?

Unfortunately...

"I was too hasty last time. I spoke without thinking it through carefully. Actually, your concepts at the time were correct from other perspectives."

Leng Yaozhu's words left Qiangu Wuji feeling confused.

What did she mean by "from other perspectives"?

"Mom, you don't need to comfort me. I know exactly what my level is."

"Sigh!"

Leng Yaozhu let out a sigh, then slowly recounted Zhen Hua's visit that morning, including Zhen Hua's assessment of his designs and the plan to find him a teacher.

After listening, Qiangu Wuji was completely stunned, thinking to himself: Am I actually that talented?

However, he immediately thought of another question and asked curiously.

"Mom, who is this teacher you mentioned?"

Zhen Hua was the only Divine Craftsman in the original story; anyone recommended by him must be extraordinary.

Yet, no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't think of any famous figures in the original story who were experts in mecha design.

"This is what Zhen Hua asked me to pass on to you. Take a look."

Leng Yaozhu didn't answer the question directly but tossed a card over.

Qiangu Wuji caught it, and when he saw the name on the card, he couldn't help but freeze.

Mu Ye!

It was actually Mu Ye!

Qiangu Wuji was somewhat bewildered. Logically speaking, at this point in time, Mu Ye should have been hiding as a cook by Zhen Hua's side. Zhen Hua didn't know his true identity, let alone be in a position to find him a disciple.

What on earth was going on?

Could it be that his transmigration had caused a butterfly effect, leading to events that should have happened later occurring early?

"What's wrong?" Seeing his expression, Leng Yaozhu thought he didn't like the person and comforted him, "Although he isn't anyone famous, since he was recommended by Zhen Hua, he must have his own unique skills."

Qiangu Wuji turned his head to look at the other person, offering a bitter smile in his heart, but said nothing.

Was Mu Ye not famous enough? As the sect master of the Body Sect, he was the only person on the continent whose mastery of both mecha and Battle Armor had reached the pinnacle.

If he were to teach him, it would be more than enough, wouldn't it?

Most importantly, Qiangu Wuji thought of the secret techniques the Body Sect used to manipulate blood energy; since his own martial soul was a Body Martial Soul, if he could learn even a thing or two, it would be a qualitative leap!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but want to call and ask right then and there.

However, he managed to hold back in the end.

It wasn't until he finished his meal that he impatiently returned to his room and dialed the number left on the business card.

Amidst his nervous and apprehensive waiting, a slightly hoarse voice came from the other end after a short while.

"You must be that little guy Zhen Hua recommended, right?"

Qiangu Wuji tightened his grip on the soul communicator and spoke politely.

"Yes, Senior Mu Ye, it is me."

"Fine, come to the Seaview Home Hotel at the pier; I'll be waiting for you here."

After saying this, the person on the other end didn't give him a chance to respond and hung up directly.

Listening to the busy signal from the phone, Qiangu Wuji couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief; he had been quite worried when he first picked up the call.

After all, in the original story, Mu Ye was an old man with a very eccentric temperament.

If the other party had decided to be difficult on purpose, he really wouldn't have known what to do.

Having agreed on a location with the other party, Qiangu Wuji didn't dare to delay; he went straight to find Leng Yaozhu to explain the situation, then left home and headed toward his destination.

After a journey of about half an hour, he finally arrived at his destination, mentioned Mu Ye's name at the front desk, and after being informed by the receptionist, he headed upstairs.

Soon, he arrived in front of the VIP suite on the top floor, and just as he was about to knock on the door, the door in front of him opened on its own.

"You're the child of Heavenly Phoenix Douluo?" Inside the room, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, eyeing him askance with eyes full of confusion. "Didn't that guy Zhen Hua say it was a little boy? How come it's a girl?"

Hearing this, Qiangu Wuji's face darkened, and he looked at the other person, feeling quite speechless.

How many times has it been? How many times is this?

Why do these people always mistake him for a girl?

Didn't they see that he had specifically cut his hair short?

Qiangu Wuji sighed with a sense of exhaustion: "Um, I'm a boy."