Wen Nan was taken aback, then broke into a smile. Was this brother just returning the exact words he had said to Mo Yu back to him? No, buddy, it’s one thing to cause trouble at the last moment, but now he hasn’t even started yet, and you’re already trying to interfere? How has this rebellious phase leveled up again? With Wen Nan’s helpless questioning gaze fixed on him, Yu Shujun finally turned back, his eyes scanning the faces of Wen Nan and the girl beside him twice, equally filled with questions— As if asking Wen Nan, do you know who she is? Someone from the enemy camp, and you still want to flirt? Are you that hungry? Wen Nan cleared his throat, speaking in a low voice: "This is part of the plan." Yu Shujun looked at Wen Nan with a cold face, clearly not understanding his joke. Wen Nan recalled that Yu Shujun’s village had just gotten internet access, and didn’t even know who Yang Guo was, let alone logic, so he tried another approach: "This is serious business, not just for enjoyment." Yu Shujun finally understood what he meant, but couldn’t accept it— There’s only one main task left, and even if their identities are different, the tasks they received are likely different, but Yu Shujun believed that everyone’s tasks must revolve around the Queen. At the final moment, Yu Shujun didn’t believe that Wen Nan, this loyal subject, would be tasked by the system to capture an insignificant character from the evil camp as the Queen’s coronation ceremony was approaching. While the two were exchanging glances, Mo Yu finished inputting her contact information and returned the phone to Wen Nan. Looking up, she suddenly saw the girl sitting on the other side of Wen Nan. Her back straightened instantly like a wild cat ready for battle, leaning forward, her gaze crossed over Wen Nan’s shoulder to scrutinize Yu Shujun from top to bottom warily, finally landing on Yu Shujun’s right hand resting by his side. Yu Shujun’s right hand, often gripping a sword, had long fingers with pronounced knuckles, not particularly smooth skin, calloused palms, and between his wrists, a faint golden glow shimmered, ready to summon the Root Breaking Slash at any moment of danger. Mo Yu stared intently at Yu Shujun’s hand for a long time, somewhat entranced, even nervously swallowing a gulp of saliva. Yu Shujun, sensing her gaze, remained expressionless, but his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, as if sending a silent warning to Mo Yu. A subtle move without lethal intent, yet it intimidated Mo Yu considerably, causing her to shiver slightly and hastily withdraw her gaze, not daring to look at Yu Shujun again. Wen Nan glanced at Yu Shujun, then at Mo Yu on the other side, not quite understanding why two people who didn’t know each other or exchanged any words suddenly had such a tense atmosphere, making Wen Nan feel slightly suffocated being caught in the middle. This suffocating feeling spread to the front row, and a guy who was 1.9 meters tall in the front sent Wen Nan a text message, inquiring: [Hzz, you okay? Why does it feel like there’s killing intent near you? Want to step back while I keep watch?] Wen Nan was about to reply it wasn’t necessary when the bell signaling the end of class rang. Wu Qing ended the class on time, standing on the podium to tidy up her lesson plans while looking up to search for that familiar face in the crowd. In the corner of the last row, the moment she saw Wen Nan, her lips curled up, but they soon fell again upon noticing the two young girls sitting on either side of him. Ultimately deciding against greeting Wen Nan, Wu Qing hugged her books and lesson plans, turned around, and walked off the podium, heading straight out of the classroom. Seeing Wu Qing leaving, Mo Yu, sitting inside next to Wen Nan, suddenly sprang up, bracing her hands on the back of the front chair, leaping onto the front desk, then stepping across row after row of desks, crossing the entire classroom in pursuit of Wu Qing. Yu Shujun, with orders to protect the Queen, observed this, and with a cold face, sprang up to pursue her. Hu Jiayao looked bewilderedly at the two of them disappearing from the classroom door, then turned his head to Wen Nan, "President, should I continue the chase?" Wen Nan shook his head, "No need." Initially, given Hu Jiayao’s agility compared to Mo Yu’s earlier performance, he was far less capable, and direct pursuit probably wouldn’t catch up. If it weren’t for the tracking device Thread of Thousands provided by Yang Mingzhong last night, Hu Jiayao might not have been able to catch up with her this morning. Moreover, Mo Yu, previously like Wei Zhe, always hidden in the shadows, abruptly attended class in this lecture hall today, indicating Wei Zhe’s positioning of this pawn had shifted from the background to the foreground. Whether it’s because they noticed Mo Yu was being watched by the righteous camp and vaguely sensed that the Thread of Thousands might have been exposed, deciding to simply switch her to another task, or simply because her previous behind-the-scenes work wasn’t done well and was reassigned to the forefront, one thing is certain— "Since she’s been pushed out, and can attend a whole class with us here, presumably, she won’t deliberately avoid us in the future, so there’s no need to continue following." After listening to Wen Nan, Hu Jiayao nodded vigorously, "So, President, what do I need to do now?" Wen Nan pondered for a moment, ultimately abandoning the idea of having Hu Jiayao track Wei Zhe using another Thread of Thousands. Wei Zhe is cautious, and Hu Jiayao had just watched Mo Yu for a night, and the other side sensed it and changed strategy. Now letting Hu Jiayao squat on Wei Zhe might alert them within hours, exposing both Hu Jiayao to danger and Yang Mingzhong’s stolen Threads of Thousands. After some thought, Wen Nan said, "Go find Old Yang, Ah Yao, follow him, and do your utmost to help him complete his task." Hu Jiayao was completely unaware that the task Wen Nan assigned him might be against his own faction and stance. Receiving the order, he immediately agreed wholeheartedly, "Alright! President, rest assured, I’ll find Old Yang, and whatever he plans to do, I’ll risk everything to help him!" Watching Hu Jiayao leave, Wen Nan walked slowly out of the lecture hall, returning to the blood donation vehicle, and kissed the driver’s cool, soft cheek, "Master Guan, to the Life Sciences Institute building." Guan Ailin kissed him back, laughing, "Sit tight, buckle up, dear passenger." The journey, although only a few hundred meters, took ten minutes before finally stopping under the Life Sciences Institute building. Just getting off the vehicle, Wen Nan heard the shrill sirens of ambulances and police cars from afar, as well as teachers and students hastily running out of the Life Sciences Institute building. Grabbing a student in a white lab coat, Wen Nan inquired what happened. The student, pale-faced, replied, "There’s been a fatal accident! In Professor Wang Yajun’s laboratory, many people died! The ground is covered in blood!"