"Ah, is the fourth story actually about me?" The intellectual woman wearing glasses and exuding an aura of grace showed a bitter smile: "As you can see, I am a pure researcher. After developing the 'Strawberry Crisp' signal, I have no means to assist you."
Her story holds no fantasy, just the repetitive, mechanical work of a scientist. Unlike Alauddin and Bei Wang, she does not have a separate story space; instead, her story is intertwined with reality.
Su Ming'an saw words floating in the air, filled with dizzying numbers and formulas.
This is the tedium belonging to researchers.
They respect essence and origin, never disregard due to ignorance, never destroy due to the inability to explore.
It is 9:45 in the morning.
"...Oh, Lady Bella, is your friend escaping enemy attack?" The people did not recognize their great Lord Olivius, as the mask concealed his face.
