The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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The first thing the onlookers did was to stare at Pang Yiqin's face, wanting to see how much uglier that already extremely rotten face could get. Are you disappointed?" She glared at Jiang Jingchen, "Jiang Jingchen, could you be a little less prejudiced against Gu Weimian!" After Pang Yiqin finished speaking, he didn’t get his meal and just turned around and left the cafeteria. Just as I was about to say something, I saw a mocking smile escape from the corner of the man's mouth: "It's obvious th...
Jiang Jingchen bent down to pick up the mask.
The first thing the onlookers did was to stare at Pang Yiqin's face, wanting to see how much uglier that already extremely rotten face could get.
In just the next second, everyone was stunned.
This... this face...
Is this person...really Pang Yiqun?
The skin on her face is smooth and delicate. There is no longer the acne-covered face that made people want to vomit at the sight of it.
Jiang Jingchen stood up with the mask in his hand. Just as he was about to put it back on Pang Yiqin's face, he suddenly froze: "Is your face... okay?"
No one knew better than him how serious Pang Yiqin's facial injury was.
But is she okay now?
Pang Yiqin snatched the mask from Jiang Jingchen's hand. When she lowered her head, tears fell, which she wiped away carelessly: "It's not fully healed yet."
She wore a mask these days in the hope that her face would heal completely, and then she could lose a little weight and give everyone a surprise.
What I hope most is to give Gu Weimian a surprise.
And now, all the preparations have come to nothing.
"But it's only been a few days." Jiang Jingchen's voice was unusually a little dizzy.
There were only a few scattered pimples on her face, and her skin was free of the marks and scars that are usually left on people with acne after the pimples disappear.
Pang Yiqin held the mask, feeling depressed. There was no need to put it on again now. "Yeah, it's only been a few days. I used the medicine and my face didn't get ruined but got better. Are you disappointed?"
She glared at Jiang Jingchen, "Jiang Jingchen, could you be a little less prejudiced against Gu Weimian!"
After Pang Yiqin finished speaking, he didn’t get his meal and just turned around and left the cafeteria.
Little did she know how big a bomb she had left in the cafeteria. For a moment, the discussions of the students in the cafeteria seemed to break through the sky.
Jiang Jingchen stood there blankly.
Yes, he should have guessed it earlier. After only using it once, the condition of the skin on his face was effectively suppressed, and even showed a tendency to be cured. It was not impossible to cure Pang Yiqin in a few days.
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Gu Weimian still went to Longshi Villa at night.
After finishing a stage of experimental work, Ge Renhao glanced at Gu Weiman who was still standing in front of the instrument working without stopping, and sighed. Sometimes, you really can't refuse to accept old age.
He walked out of the laboratory slowly and frowned slightly when he saw the man standing at the elevator entrance.
"Mr. Huo, can you think of a way to get Gu Tou to stop? I feel like I'm almost dying of exhaustion."
Huo Yan had an irritable look on his face and gave him a cold look: "You didn't admit before that you were not qualified to be an assistant."
Ge Renhao was choked by the man's words.
Just as I was about to say something, I saw a mocking smile escape from the corner of the man's mouth: "It's obvious that you are not capable of it physically."
What does a man, a man over 50, hate to hear the most?
It's just that others say he is no longer capable!
He was so angry that his hands were shaking. "Just wait and see! I'll show you if I can do it!"
With a turn, Ge Renhao was about to go back to the laboratory. After just two steps, he realized something was wrong.
He looked at the man behind him again: "Mr. Huo, do you have to do this? If you want me to work harder, you can just tell me to do it. Why bother to provoke me?" He shook his head and said, "At worst, give us a few more assistants."