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Chapter 58: 025 can’t let her sneak back to learn culture! 1

They needed to hurry to meet with Dr. Gaffs teaching assistant.

In the past, everyone was very active, but today, Chen Zhu was significantly slower.

There were many people in the lecture hall, and Chen Zhu knew not to reveal Bai Lian’s kinship with the Ren Family, so he kept silent.

It wasn’t until they got in the car that he asked, “What’s the deal with your relative, anyway?”

Ren Wanxuan knew he was referring to Bai Lian and responded indifferently, “What kind of ‘deal’ could there be? On Purest Street, my grandfather and the others have checked. There are household registrations at the Ji Family,” she said, “What about her?”

“It’s strange…” Chen Zhu looked out the car window, his handsome eyes furrowed with puzzlement, “Why would the class teacher lend Jiangjing

University’s ‘Benda’ to her…”

Ren Wanxuan was looking at the address Dr. Gaffs teaching assistant sent her.

Upon hearing this, she suddenly looked up, “Are you sure?”

“Very likely,” he was almost certain he hadn’t seen it wrong.

Xiangcheng, CRFS Research Institute.

Jiang Fulai’s gaze was fixed on the detector, holding a cardboard in one hand and a pen in the other, his whole expression cast in the lab’s subdued darkness, his countenance sharp and cold.

This made the team members behind him nervous to even breathe loudly.

“The chances of producing deuterium are slim, increase exploration into gamma radiation,” he jotted down a few notes hastily, turned his head, handed the notebook to his assistant, and asked, “You know the principle,

right?”

He looked up and randomly picked a team member.

The team member stood tall and proud, and thanks to He Wen’s recording pen, they could repeatedly review anything they had forgotten. “When deuterium enters the detector, it will be captured by atoms to form exotic atoms, thereby releasing gamma rays…”

Seeing that he could answer smoothly, the hearts that other team members had in their throats instantly settled back down.

Jiang Fulai withdrew his gaze; they were much more manageable now.

As Jiang Fulai walked outside, he began to undo the buttons of his radiation suit, his voice indifferent, “Send the experiment report to my email.” The assistant, holding the notebook, followed closely behind him.

“Right,” Jiang Fulai’s fingertips paused on a deep blue button, his eyes slightly narrowed, “get two invitation codes for Jiangjing University’s preparatory camp.”

“Alright,” the assistant noted it in the schedule.

Jiang Fulai had no other matters, so he leisurely placed the jacket in the resting room and took his phone to the lift.

He had been returning quite early recently.

Of course, this “early” was relative to his past schedule.

The assistant stood outside the lift, and only when the lift reached the ground level did he feel free from the other’s pressure.

Then he remembered what Jiang Fulai had instructed.

To get the preparatory camp invitation codes from Jiangjing University.

It wasn’t just about Jiang Fulai’s status in the Jiangjing physics community; considering the Jiang Family’s annual research funding to Jiangjing University, let alone two invitation codes, if he asked them to change the name of the camp, they wouldn’t hesitate.

But why did he want the invitation codes?

Those allowed in his lab were prodigies that Jiangjing University eagerly sent; each had an account for the preparatory camp.

The assistant couldn’t figure it out, but he didn’t dare to speculate either.

The big shot must have his reasons for doing things.

Thursday.

With monthly exams coming up on the weekend, Zhang Shize didn’t go out to fool around during the long class break.

Instead, he sat in the classroom and reviewed.

“Ah, damn English,” Zhang Shize, looking at the word “abandon,” felt it was his archenemy. “I’ve never hated Emperor Jiang Wen so much, really.”

Zhang Shize complained to his desk mate, “If only Bai Li – no, if either Bai Zhongyu or Bai Xiangjun had lived ten more years, maybe we wouldn’t have to study this damn English!”

“Let me be reborn in the Great Yong Dynasty; I’d go out of my way to kill Emperor Jiang Wen!” his desk mate agreed wholeheartedly.

Zhang Shize nodded in satisfaction and patted his deskmate’s shoulder, “What do you think, genius?”

Ning Xiao glanced at him, didn’t reply, just called Bai Lian and pointed out the parts of the notes that weren’t clear to her.

Ning Xiao’s complexion was pale as he asked, “Did you understand it last night?”

After listening last night, Bai Lian had gone to eat, and he didn’t dare to say he hadn’t noted everything.

Bai Lian turned around, one hand lazily resting on the back of her chair, the other holding a pen sketching on his notebook, her fingertips luminous and white, “Assuming the magnetic induction strength in each direction, the magnetic field distribution function is this formula… you can deduce the leading phase…”

She spoke slowly and methodically, and her explanation was unexpectedly clear.

Zhang Shize, who clearly hadn’t studied competition problems, even felt for a moment like he understood.

Ning Xiao found it somewhat terrifying and gave Bai Lian a look, his usually somber face showing surprise, “Do you have a photographic memory?”