The mbers of their Group 10 were not born to be the underdogs; they were just too disappointed with certain systems at the research institute, leading them to gradually start giving up on themselves.
But Nathalie Quinlan was willing to believe in them.
Nathalie Quinlan was willing to bet her future to give them a chance to prove themselves.
Who wouldn’t be moved?
Agnes Baker had a thousand words in her heart that turned into a deep breath, then blossod into a big smile. She hooked the girl’s shoulder, bared her teeth, and said, "Damn it, let’s go all out against them!"
It’s just Leony Davidson, after all?
They even stepped over Zevaney Kingsley.
So what if they step on Leony Davidson from an 8th-level laboratory!
*
Orson Saban arrived at the laboratory at 8:40.
He still had a pile of experintal information in his arms. As soon as he stepped into the laboratory, Leony Davidson and others surrounded him.
"Tutor."
"Vice Principal."
Amid everyone’s support, Leony Davidson stood in the center of the crowd and said, "Teacher, I’m ready."
Orson Saban frowned, looked at her for a mont, then recalled the promise from yesterday, feeling a bit overwheld and impatient: "Alright."
He walked inside, just in ti to see the girl who ran off yesterday afternoon.
Orson Saban paused slightly and asked her in a deep voice, despite not looking very pleased: "And you, are you ready?"
Nathalie Quinlan had just been discussing so experintal matters with Agnes Baker and Wincent Sullivan, and upon hearing the voice, she turned around to see Orson Saban asking her.
Her deanor remained calm as she looked down: "Ready."
Orson Saban, seeing her unruly look, felt both angry and regretful, sighed slightly, and softened his tone: "Who did you find for your team mbers?"
He hadn’t even asked Leony Davidson this question.
Just as expected.
Upon hearing this, Leony Davidson’s lovely face slightly changed, quickly turning sullen. The way she looked at Nathalie Quinlan beca distinctly unfriendly.
She knew well that Nathalie Quinlan couldn’t find anyone, but generously feigned concern: "That’s right, Nathalie, did you find anyone? If you haven’t, I can ask the others to help you."
Just as she finished speaking.
The lackey beside her imdiately waved his hand with a sarcastic tone, saying: "No, Leony, she’s not interested in people like . Besides, I don’t know anything about semiconductor experints, so I better not cause trouble."
Leony Davidson ’glared’ at him, and the other party shrank back.
She ’helplessly’ withdrew her gaze and looked back at the girl again, emphasizing that she couldn’t help more: "Sorry, that’s just how he is. Don’t take it to heart."
After a series of combo moves, she played both the good guy and the bad guy.
Nathalie Quinlan lazily watched her performance, casually asked: "Are you done talking?"
"..." Leony Davidson’s composed and graceful expression could no longer hold, and a slight crack appeared on her face.
Nathalie Quinlan ignored her, directly introducing to Orson Saban: "I’ve already found team mbers, they’re my previous group mbers."
"Agnes Baker, Williansen Barness, Wincent Sullivan."
As she introduced the three, their faces were all tense, exceptionally nervous, with their heartbeats accelerating.
All three didn’t want to embarrass her, and greeted Orson Saban with great respect: "Hello, Vice Principal."
"Okay." Orson Saban nodded, gave the girl a slightly surprised look, pursed his lips, and said sternly: "It’s up to yourself."
He took a step towards the laboratory.
As Orson Saban reached the door, he addressed the two groups outside the laboratory: "You can start now, within three hours, I’ll look at your results."
"OK." Nathalie Quinlan responded.
Leony Davidson, however, sneered with a gloomy face and turned to her companions: "Let’s start."
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