As soon as Orson Saban and Harvey Cadorette ca out, everyone imdiately quieted down again, all looking towards Orson Saban, waiting for the final results.
"You’re done?" Orson walked over to Nathalie Quinlan’s lab bench after coming out, asking in a calm voice.
Nathalie Quinlan turned on the faucet and was washing her hands. Wincent Sullivan answered him: "Yes, Vice Principal, we’re done."
"These are our results." Agnes Baker handed the data from their experint to Orson Saban with sharp insight.
Williansen Barness didn’t say much, quietly cleaning up the used lab bench by himself.
The four of them had clearly defined roles, showing they cooperated well and had strong tacit understanding.
Orson Saban took the results but didn’t rush to look at them. Instead, he walked towards Leony Davidson’s group, seeing her and her team mbers speeding up their experint and recording data...
He stopped soone, asking: "How much longer does your group need to finish?"
"Tutor, we..." The person he stopped was also a mber of the level 8 laboratory, and now looked embarrassed, ashad, and angry, bowing his head, unable to et Orson Saban’s gaze.
None of them expected that a mber of an insignificant final lab group would actually finish faster than they did.
If news of this got out, they’d all be humiliated.
"We..." He stamred, occasionally looking back at the equipnt on the lab bench, clearly lacking confidence.
Fortunately, Leony Davidson, with a tense expression, interrupted and said to Orson Saban: "Tutor, we still need half an hour."
"We admit that our speed isn’t fast this ti, but I believe an experint is not won by speed but by the accuracy of the data."
Leony Davidson’s words carried underlying aning, glancing at Nathalie Quinlan’s group with confidence: "If we blindly pursue speed and end up with wrong experintal data, then it’s better to ticulously and earnestly complete each step. I believe our data is closer to the accurate data."
"Hmm." Orson Saban nodded, without saying she was wrong.
He took Nathalie Quinlan’s group’s experintal data and walked over to the computer, turning back to tell Leony Davidson’s group: "Continue your work. I’ll wait for your data to be ready."
He started opening the computer simulation lab, asking Harvey Cadorette to provide him with a summary of the experint between Nathalie and Leony.
He wanted to first use the computer simulation lab to obtain precise data for the experint.
Over at Leony Davidson’s side, so of her team mbers were already a bit disheartened upon seeing Nathalie Quinlan’s group finish first.
Luckily, Leony Davidson still held authority in the level 8 laboratory. She pursed her lips, her proud face full of indomitable stubbornness, turning her head, speaking firmly to her team: "Alright, let’s not be affected by outside factors. Keep focusing on our experint. I believe that as long as we do each step well, we can’t lose!"
She had already spoken.
Moreover, what she said to Orson Saban earlier was quite reasonable, calming her team back down as they refocused on the experint.
...
On the other side.
Agnes Baker listened clearly to Leony Davidson’s words, then turned to the girl who had just finished washing her hands and was leisurely drying them: "Nathalie Quinlan, were we just implicitly criticized? Tsk~ She’s quite the scher!"
The girl didn’t wear a duckbill cap during the experint, revealing a strikingly pretty face, her appearance extrely eye-catching.
She threw the paper towel she had used to dry her hands into the trash bin, raising an eyebrow, glancing in the direction of Leony Davidson’s group, then looked away disinterestedly: "Hmm, probably."
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