The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 41: Exercises of Trash Can 019_1

Translator: 549690339

Zhu Jiaren waved her hand dismissively, momentarily lacking spirit, “We’ve already added each other, just start a group chat.”

Tang Ming created the study group chat.

On the right.

Ren Wanxuan’s group of four was together, discussing where to go for dinner that night.

Their voices weren’t loud, but they stood out in the silent auditorium.

Zhu Jiaren looked at their group with some envy, then whispered, “They’re going to the Wanhe Building for dinner, you know, it’s membership-only.”

Tang Ming nodded, his voice low, “Aside from those from Class Eight, no one else has probably been there, right?” Neither Ning Xiao nor Bai Lian said a word.

No response.

Zhu Jiaren observed the two, a silent and gloomy top student and a barely passing student, seemingly from very average family backgrounds, probably never having heard of the Wanhe Building.

She understood, yet it made her feel all the more disheartened.

Bai Lian didn’t pay attention to the others and simply took out her phone to open WeChat.

Teacher Jiang: [It’s raining]

Bai Lian then looked out of the window, indeed noticing the light rain outside. She stared at the rain outside for quite a while.

Then she finally lowered her head slowly and sent a message to Jiang Fulai.

Bai Lian: [Can I show the problem you gave me last night to a few of my classmates?]

In the CRFS Laboratory, Jiang Fulai was looking at the data displayed on his computer.

The lab was cool, and he wore a black coat, his pale index and middle finger holding a pen, pointing at the projection on the wall, methodically analyzing to his group, “This is the lost energy data detected by the LIW detector before, with red, yellow, and green likely being the single- gamma background events, almost no WIWP found…

The other group members were listening intently to his analysis.

They were able to answer the occasional questions he asked them roughly.

With the group members becoming notably more reliable, Jiang Fulai gave a slight nod. He sat down, lifted his head to remove his glasses, “He Wen, I’ve sent your paper to Academician Ma, check your inbox.”

Leaning against the chair back, his eyes and brows deeply cool, a leg lazily propped up, he spun his phone in his hand, his proud and noble air setting him apart from the others in the laboratory.

He was like a snow lotus blooming alone at the top of a snowy mountain, noble, stunning, and forbidding to strangers.

He Wen recorded with his pen, deeply moved, “Thank you, young Master Jiang!’

Moreover, their group was different from those in other labs—they just had to focus on their research, never fearing that someone would steal the first authorship rights to their papers.

Jiang Fulai’s papers always had room for their names too.

Even though their contributions to the paper might have been nothing more than helping with printing…

Furthermore, Jiang Fulai would also help them find various industry experts to review their papers.

He Wen would always remember his graduation defense from the previous year when Jiang Fulai simply took a phone and sat to listen midway through.

The old professor who had always troubled him did not dare to utter a word in the end, and other professors’ questions were as simple as “What did you eat today?” He Wen, who thought he wouldn’t graduate, not only did so smoothly but was also introduced to Jiang Fulai’s lab by Academician Ma.

He understood why everyone was desperate to get into Jiang Fulai’s laboratory.

Jiang Fulai flipped to the next experiment report, looked up at one of the group members with a chilling tone, “Did I not make myself clear? In your experiment report, except for the first look where I can’t make out what you’re writing, every other glance tells me nothing.” “In what state of mind did you write this?”

The trembling member stammered, “I’m… sorry…”

The rest collectively lowered their heads and stepped back.

To avoid being implicated.

Jiang Fulai stopped on the last page, his tone icy, “And you even added my name as the advising professor. Are you planning to defame me?”

The phone screen lit up.

A message popped up—

Student Bai: [Can I show the problem you gave me last night to a few of my classmates?]

Jiang Fulai paused.

He shifted slightly, his pale, slender fingers tapping on the phone unhurriedly, pondering for a moment before saying to that group member, “Rewrite it.”

Jiang Fulai checked the time, replied with a message, and stood to leave the laboratory— [You may]

The group member, who thought he would face a storm but ended up being let off the hook, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fantasy. He Wen adjusted his glasses again and spoke, “This is strange.”

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

After another minute, the reborn group member reached out to choke He Wen, “Ah, He Wen! You’ve completely ruined your image in my eyes! How can someone like you be on the honored list of Jing University!’

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