Dear Master

Jin Lu was standing there watching the commotion when someone pushed him.

He lowered his head and looked surprised. "Academician?"

Zhao Caihua pointed with her finger, indicating for him to go on stage.

Jin Lu was puzzled. "But, Academician, I'm already your disciple. There's no need for that. I'm older than Xue Xue, and I've been to a high-level laboratory before. I'm afraid I'll win unfairly."

Zhao Caihua raised her eyes slightly. "She just won against a second-year junior, but she didn't say that it was an unfair victory."

Jin Lu was speechless. The problem was that he did not want to. If he followed Academician Zhao, he could directly enter the TOP laboratory. What was the point of joining this club?

He didn't have such a strong desire, and he couldn't guess what Academician Zhao was thinking.

Suddenly, they heard a round of applause.