Chapter 95 A crumpled piece of paper

Huang Huaiying spoke first, "I was wondering how Comrade Su, a person with clear eyes, could make such a basic mistake."

There are other comrades here, so how can you say it's a lone man and woman?

Su Meng, I believe in you!

You are a person with genuine talent and a down-to-earth work ethic.

With Huang Huaiying's affirmation, others also praised Su Meng.

No one mentioned any spies.

Director Jiang looked at Su Meng with satisfaction, thinking that it was already remarkable that the little girl hadn't cried or made a fuss after suffering such a great injustice.

Yet she was still able to clearly grasp the key points of the matter, and was intelligent, quick-witted, humble, and polite. No wonder that young man Huo Zhenhua rushed over to protect her.

She deserves it!

If he didn't have no sons of marriageable age in his own family, he wouldn't want to give Huo Zhenhua such a good opportunity.

Director Jiang patted Huang Huaiying's newly produced blueprint in his hand.

Everyone quieted down.

He said, "Comrade Su Meng once improved and reassembled the Type 97 sniper rifle, increasing its original range of 600 meters to more than 700 meters."

Nowadays, she and Comrade Huang Huaiying are open-minded and engage in academic exchanges without reservation.

And they have achieved some success, which is a very good sign.

I hope everyone will learn more, discuss more, and pool our wisdom to further expand our research field.

Alright! Go home now!

Hearing him say that, everyone looked at Su Meng with even more fervor.

"Comrade Su Meng, you're amazing! Can I discuss things with you later?"

"Comrade Su Meng, do you still need a welder? You can come to me anytime." These words were spoken by Yao Hongjun, who had once helped with welding.

Before Su Meng could speak, someone sneered: "Comrade Yao, aren't you afraid someone will report you for being alone with a man and a woman?"

Perhaps she's only half-baked.

Su Meng looked at the person who spoke and quietly remembered him.

Who says only women are gossipy? Men can be just as talkative.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the smirk at the corner of his mouth made Su Meng's scalp tingle and her nerves tense up.

Logically speaking, the research institute is full of highly educated people who are busy with their research projects and have no time for gossip.

But his eagerness to stir up trouble was so obvious that even a blind man could see he harbored ill intentions.

"Sister Huang, who is that person?"

During dinner, Su Meng looked back at the man who was scrutinizing her from across four or five tables in the cafeteria.

She noticed that when that person looked people up and down, he habitually squinted his narrow eyes.

His naturally upturned lips gave him a friendly look, which effectively softened the coldness in his eyes.

Huang Huaiying glanced at the man and said in a nonchalant tone, "He is Xie Changsheng, a self-important fellow."

Ignore him! He's always alone and looks down on us mere mortals.

Su Meng responded with an "Oh".

Therefore, it's normal for Xie Changsheng to smile dismissively when he sees everyone praising and admiring her.

After starting work, Su Meng followed the rules and could only go home on Sundays.

At other times, you may not go out unless it is an urgent matter.

After finishing their meal, she and Huang Huaiying returned to the girls' dormitory together.

Now that Sun Qiao has been expelled, only she and Huang Huaiying remain in the girls' dormitory.

One downstairs, one upstairs.

The dormitory area seemed even more deserted.

Thinking of the idea that had just come up this afternoon, Huang Huaiying hurriedly greeted Su Meng and then rushed into the room.

Su Meng sat by the window, continuing to revise the harvester's sketches, until a cool night breeze brought her back to her senses. She then prepared to close the window and enter the space to begin her life as an old ox.

Suddenly, something flew in with a strong gust of wind.

Su Meng dodged aside and saw a white paper ball roll a few times on the ground before stopping.

She didn't know whose prank it was.

I looked out a few times, but it was pitch black and I couldn't see a single person.

The paper wrapped with a few White Rabbit candies read: "I'm sorry! I made you suffer."

The signature reads: "Huo".

Su Meng: "......"

Doesn't this person know how to avoid suspicion?

As if the trouble they've caused her isn't enough, are they planning to create some more?

Her pretty face was cold and stern. She bent down and closed the window, then turned off the light.

After thinking for a moment, he brought the crumpled paper into the space again.

Looking at the strong, forceful characters above, I felt extremely annoyed.

What does he mean by that?

Is it out of concern for her, or simply out of guilt and apologizing?

Thinking back on all the little things they had done together, she was certain that the sharp-tongued, mean man didn't care about her.

Rather, it was his chauvinistic mentality and the education he received in the military that led him to apologize mechanically.

Yes! That must be it.

Su Meng thought she had discovered the truth.

He casually tossed the crumpled paper onto the desk in the space, a milk candy in his mouth, and turned to go to the wheat field.

Ever since obtaining the black, white, and purple beads on Penglai Island, the space has been in a state of continuous upgrading until it finally calmed down the day before yesterday.

Now, her wheat field has grown to more than four acres.

The other vegetable and medicinal herb fields have been expanded accordingly.

The thick fog had receded quite a distance.

In short, the space is no longer just a mountain, a stream, and her field.

Several small hills have appeared.

There's also a patch of green grass, which I estimate to be over a thousand square meters.

Even more miraculously, a sun appeared in the sky, which was previously as blank as a sheet of paper.

Correspondingly, the space came into being with day and night.

At night, the moon hangs high in the sky, and clouds drift past it like thin gauze.

Su Meng watched curiously as the sun and moon changed in the space, her hands never stopping.

Finally, after painstakingly harvesting the wheat, just as I was about to sneak the threshing machine in, I saw dark clouds gathering.

In the blink of an eye, a bolt of purple lightning, like a sharp sword, cleaved a gap in the dark clouds.

The next second, the purple lightning receded, and the gap closed rapidly, so fast it was like an illusion.

After the thunder rumbled, the air was heavy and oppressive, with no wind or rain in sight.

Su Meng believes this is because the space lacks the support of the three beads—yellow, red, and green—so it has not yet been upgraded to a complete world.

She supported her aching back as she walked to the stone bench in the courtyard, and took a bite of the fresh cucumber.

Turning my gaze, I saw eight different colored dots suddenly appear on the stone tablet under the Bodhi tree.

Among them, the dots in orange, black, white, purple and green are the most vibrant, while the dots in yellow, red and cyan are dull and lackluster.

Below the large characters "Be kind to others, and you will benefit yourself," Huo Zhenhua's gourd-shaped pendant was inlaid there at some unknown time.

Curious, she walked over and tried to pry it off.

The gourd-shaped pendant blends seamlessly with the stone tablet, without any gaps.

She had considered returning the gourd pendant to Huo Zhenhua, but it was as if it were glued to the desk and she couldn't pry it off.

Left with no other choice, she pocketed it!

I never expected the gourd pendant to have such a temper; it found its "nest" on its own.

Thinking of this, she picked up Huo Zhenhua's note, looked at it, and then left the space.

She was afraid that Huo Zhenhua might launch a surprise attack before he had dispelled his suspicions about her.

If you see that she's not in the room, then you won't be able to explain yourself no matter what.

Little did she know, her intuition was correct.

When Huo Zhenhua heard that Su Meng had been beaten by Sun Qiao, he rushed over in a panic right after class.

He tried to get her attention by throwing a crumpled piece of paper, but the girl didn't seem to understand and turned off the light.

When Su Meng picked up the crumpled paper, he seemed to see that her left hand moved stiffly.

I wondered if she was injured?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when his heart suddenly ached as if it had been twisted hard. His eyes flashed with coldness as he looked icyly in the direction of the Nie family.

Sun Qiao?!

He glanced intently at Su Meng's room, dodged the patrolling soldiers, and quickly left.