She was referring to Williansen Barness and Agnes Baker, as well as Wincent Sullivan and the others.
Harvey Cadorette and Denny Harrison were taken aback.
Even before Harvey could speak, Denny leaned on the edge of the lab bench, looked her up and down, and couldn’t help but ask, "Nathalie Quinlan, do you an you don’t need Harvey and to help?"
Almost everyone in the Level 8 laboratory thought Nathalie would ask them for help to gather people, including Leony Davidson and themselves. They thought Nathalie would choose them and then find another person from the Level 8 laboratory to form a small team.
They had been worried since yesterday that besides the two of them, no one else in the Level 8 laboratory would dare to offend Leony Davidson.
Little did they know, Nathalie had no such intention.
Nathalie raised her eyebrows and said rather indifferently, "No need."
"..." Denny was montarily speechless.
She then looked at the three stunned people beside her and asked in a low voice, "Williansen, do you guys have confidence? Team up for once?"
She spoke lightly.
Agnes bit her lip, instinctively looking at Williansen and Wincent Sullivan beside her, feeling uncertain: "It’s not about whether we have confidence, Nathalie, this competition is very important to you, we are afraid of dragging you down."
Nathalie nodded and then looked with her dark eyes at the man who was always handso: "Williansen, what about you? What do you think?"
"?" Williansen was montarily stunned, slightly lost in thought.
"Yeah." Nathalie crossed her arms, seeming very relaxed, and didn’t particularly take the competition with Leony seriously: "What do you think? Are you also afraid of dragging down?"
Williansen pursed his lips and instinctively avoided her gaze.
He was silent for several seconds, then suddenly clenched his fist, stood up, and looked solemnly at the girl, saying, "No, as long as you believe in , I will do my best to help you."
"Williansen, you..." At first, Agnes didn’t understand what Williansen ant by this, but she wasn’t stupid. She quickly realized and understood the deep aning of Williansen’s words.
She also fell silent, not knowing what she was thinking. After a few seconds, she seed to have made up her mind, lifted her eyes to look at Nathalie, and changed her tune: "Nathalie, if you believe in us, we will definitely do our best to help you. I said what I did earlier only because I was worried..."
Before she could finish her words.
The girl pressed down on the Duckbill Cap, curved her lips, and interrupted her: "There’s nothing to worry about, that’s enough."
"..." Agnes didn’t know how to respond for a mont, still having so worries inside.
She was not afraid of losing, only of dragging down her friends.
Nathalie seed to know what she was thinking. She straightened up, exuding a strong aura, and scanned her gaze over Williansen, Wincent Sullivan, and Agnes.
She smiled slightly, her tone exceptionally relaxed: "Did you forget how we won the group assessnt and gained the qualification to visit the Level 8 laboratory?"
As soon as she ntioned this, Williansen and the others looked at her, and Agnes’s expression was slightly shocked, seeming much more composed, and her tense expression relaxed.
Nathalie said with utmost conviction: "Don’t worry. We could win before, and we can win now!"
Her casual remark directly ignited the fla that had been suppressed in their hearts for several years, a feeling of surging emotions, like a fire burning in their hearts.
The mbers of the Level 8 laboratory didn’t seem so sacred and insurmountable anymore!
Agnes took a deep look at the girl and lowered her voice, saying, "Thank you, Nathalie."
She spoke the words that were in the hearts of Williansen and Wincent; Williansen and Wincent wanted to say this too.
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