The direction of Brink's office is not far.
Lucian walked through the corridor paved with gorgeous floor tiles by Godolkin University, leaving behind the moment of tenderness and the girl's reluctant gaze, as well as the 1% progress bar.
Professor Brink's office is at the end of the corridor, and the heavy Rosewood door is ajar.
Lucian didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door open and entered.
The office was filled with the smell of a mixture of cigars and old books. Brink was sitting behind his huge desk. When he saw Lucian coming in, a friendly smile immediately appeared on his face, and he even stood up and opened his arms.
"My child, you are finally willing to come back!"
A firm hug. Brink patted Lucian on the back hard, with a kind of elder-like familiarity.
After letting go, he looked Lucian up and down and said in a joking tone, "Let me see... Well, he looks good. It seems that the past few days of 'disappearance' have been very nourishing. Children, I understand you young people's desire for the opposite sex and novel things, but you must also pay attention to restraint. Although marijuana is good, don't be greedy."
This old man thinks of himself as one of those Supe idiots who only think about parties and promiscuity.
However, this is okay. A young man who is addicted to sensuality and gets carried away is more likely to make people put down their guard.
Lucian followed his words, showing the look of a slightly shy and somewhat proud young man. "Professor, you know... living this kind of life for the first time, it is inevitable that I will get a little carried away."
"Of course I understand." Brink laughed and gestured for Lucian to sit down on the sofa opposite. He walked to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of whiskey. "I think back then, I just gave A-Train When I joined the Seven, that kid was much crazier than you. We had to send a special public relations team to follow him 24 hours a day to deal with the mess for him. Heroes are also human beings. If you have a harmless hobby, the public will think you are more real."
He handed one of the glasses of wine to Lucian, holding the glass himself and leaning against the desk, looking like a mentor imparting life lessons.
The atmosphere in the office became very harmonious, as if they were really a pair of teachers and students with a close relationship.
After chatting, Brink picked up a thick stack of documents from the table, walked over and placed them on the coffee table in front of Lucian.
"Okay, kid, that's enough gossip. Come and see the gift I prepared for you."
The file was opened, and what came into view was a set of battle suit designs.
"First of all, a great superhero must have a cape." Brink pointed to one of the design drawings and introduced it with great enthusiasm. Such enthusiasm made Lucian almost think that he was the one who was going to wear this suit.
"But considering your speed, a traditional cloak is cumbersome. So, this one is made of special memory fiber, is extremely light in weight, and can be retracted into the armor groove on your back with one click."
He turned to the next page, which was a detailed picture of the lining of the cloak, with freehand ink paintings of mountains and rivers on it.
"On the inside of the cloak, I specially added your oriental ink elements. This is not easy. I used personal connections to ask a Chinese painting master Shanghai to design it for you personally. This represents your roots, your identity, and the growth of a little person into a great hero. The public will go crazy for this story!"
"The overall suit is in black and gold. It is low-key, but full of power. It fully meets your requirements and is close-fitting and lightweight."
Brink pointed to the page with the material description. Every word exuded an expensive atmosphere.
"The main armor is made of Hafnium Carbide Alloy, one of the most high-temperature-resistant materials on the planet. The outer layer is added with a layer of tungsten alloy coating, which perfectly meets the radiation resistance requirements you put forward before. How about it? My child, are you satisfied with this design?"
Lucian looked at those design drawings and Brink's consideration for every detail, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Although this old fox regards himself as a commodity to be sold, he is indeed the world's top "commodity packager". He perfectly considered all the functional requirements put forward by Lucian, and even thoughtfully added cultural symbols that can resonate with the public.
This professionalism and investment are so impressive.
Lucian stood up at the right time and gave Brink a strong hug, perfectly interpreting that fleeting touch into the true expression of a young man who was shocked by his mentor's care.
"Professor... I, I don't know what to say. It's so perfect."
He let go of his hand and looked at Brink with a "flattered" expression, "However, these materials... don't sound cheap. Can you afford this cost?"
"Hahahaha!" Brink let out a burst of proud laughter. He patted Lucian on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down. "Child, never worry about money. Money is just a tool to realize value."
He sat back in his boss chair, leaned back, and placed his fingers on his abdomen.
"I will personally fund part of this fee. In addition, after my lobbying these days, several members of the board of directors who are optimistic about you are also willing to contribute together. We will make you and Golden Boy the new 'Gemini' of Godolkin University!"
Brink leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.
"By the way, I'll give you some inside information. As far as I know, several members in the Seven are ready to 'retire'."
He paused thoughtfully, observing Lucian's reaction.
"During this period, hurry up and train and show your strength. Maybe this is your chance."
opportunity.
Lucian's heart is calm. The so-called "retirement" seems to be all my doing.
But what Brink is looking forward to seeing is the reaction of an ambitious young man after hearing the news.
As a result, Lucian's breathing became "hurried" for half a minute, and he looked at Brink in "disbelief".
Seeing Lucian's appearance, Brink nodded with satisfaction. Fish, you're hooked.
He changed the topic and asked seemingly casually, "By the way, have you made any progress in the past few days since you disappeared? I mean, your abilities."
This is the key point. The old fox who doesn't let go of the rabbit before he sees the hawk, after showing all the tempting carrots, finally wants to check the quality of the donkey.
"There has indeed been progress." Lucian replied immediately with a positive tone, "I feel like I am getting stronger every day. There has been a very obvious improvement in both physical fitness and speed."
"Okay! Great!" Brink's old face bloomed with a smile, and the wrinkles were squeezed together, like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"That's good! Next week is the new ranking competition! You know, although I am very optimistic about you, other top-ranked students also have their own connections behind them. You must show... strength! Do you understand?"
"As for fans and popularity," Brink waved his hand disdainfully, "Give your accounts to my secretary, and she will help you run them. The public is stupid, we just need to make up some heroic deeds of your saving lives and help the wounded, find a few actors to cooperate, and you take the time to show up at the scene, and with your handsome face... I guarantee that your number of fans will skyrocket like Rocket!"
"By the way, I've also asked someone to double the limit on your card. Just use it, kid, and don't have any worries. A future member of the Seven deserves the best treatment."
Lucian looked at Brink's series of comprehensive arrangements, from uniforms to prospects, to public relations and money, and a dragnet had been laid out for him.
He stood up again and sincerely thanked Brink. The drama of teacher-student affection was vividly staged.
Finally, Lucian left the office.
The heavy wooden door slowly closed behind him, blocking out the warm sunlight and the smell of cigars in the office.
Lucian lowered his head and looked at the black card in his hand. The touch of this card was much more real than the warmth of Brink's hug just now.
He returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed, with only a simple line of text on his retina.
[Copy progress: 1%, interrupted]