"Yixing, why are you here?"
When Shao Zifeng turned around, any trace of embarrassment had vanished from his face.
All thanks to Lingling, whose repeated 'social death' training over the period greatly accelerated Zifeng's improvement.
Chen Yixing was still dressed in her white lab coat, her chestnut brown curly hair casually draped over her shoulders, her hands in her pockets exuding the air of a competent and powerful woman.
Following her was a small white axe-head that had grown quite a bit, now peeking curiously at Shao Zifeng.
Chen Yixing gave him a deep look and turned her head to speak to Yang Qi, "Yang Qi, didn't you say you have a paper to write? Now that your guest has arrived, you should hurry off to work on it."
"Ah? I didn't..." In his confusion, Yang Qi started to deny it but suddenly felt the professor's glare grow stern, causing him to shudder, "Haha, thank you for the reminder, Professor, I'll get on it right away."
