When Lin Fengzi said that, Ruan Chen suddenly stopped talking.
The pen tip hovered above the draft paper, not falling for a long time.
She was just a little annoyed because her train of thought was interrupted, but she regretted it as soon as she said that to Lin Fengzi.
But she never expected Lin Fengzi to say something so outrageous.
For once, Ruan Chen forgot what she was thinking.
Song Cheng, the chubby guy, glanced at the two of them and cautiously raised his hand, "I can testify that he got our whole dorm to give you positive reviews back then. He was a really brainless fan."
After chatting for a while and getting to know each other, Song Cheng asked with some curiosity, "Ruan Chen, aren't you and her sisters? Why... Ouch! Mu Xiangrong, why are you pinching me!"
Mu Xiangrong glared at him fiercely and kicked him twice more from below, signaling him to shut up.
Bai Jiaojiao: "Xiang Rong, you kicked me..."
Ruan Chen suddenly chuckled, and her radiant smile brightened the somewhat cramped conference room, like ice cubes melting away in spring.
Her aloofness softened somewhat. "That brainless show?"
"You heartless little thing, do you still remember? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have wasted my vacation to take the Huating Academy entrance exam."
"You even came to my rescue, but you didn't tell me your name back then, otherwise you would have known who I was already?"
Lin Fengzi laughed angrily, "So you're blaming me? Who's pretending to be a mature, domineering, and cold male college student? It wasn't me, was it?"
Ruan Chen threw down his pen and decided to argue with Lin Fengzi, "Tell me who saved you back then."
A decisive goal.
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
“Go on,” Lin Fengzi picked up the pen Ruan Chen had thrown down, bent down and marked the manuscript. “Ruan Chen, I think your approach is excellent, more comprehensive than Jiao Jiao’s…”
Ruan Chen grabbed a ruler and pressed it against Lin Fengzi's mouth, "Alright, I know you're my die-hard fan, but please don't do this fandom-style comparison and denigration."
Double kill.
Lin Fengzi felt that her future in this group was bleak.
But after a lot of laughter and joking around, the group naturally accepted the fact that Ruan Chen was R.
And it doesn't feel out of place at all.
When Ruan Chen stood there, everyone felt that it was only natural—that's exactly how R should be.
After discussing their ideas for a while, Ruan Chen asked, "Team leader, didn't you go out to get information tonight? What did you find?"
Before Lin Fengzi could even speak, she burst out laughing, pounding the table with glee, and asked, "Did your sister take the first draft of our design?"
"She smashed my door and secretly tore half of my draft paper."
Lin Fengzi smiled as she looked at the innocent-looking Ruan Chen, "Didn't you stop her? She's now seriously preparing to dominate the finals with that piece of garbage. She even told me that a professor from the US National University said he wanted to spend 50 million to buy out her patent."
“I stopped her, I told her it was just garbage,” Ruan Chen said, lounging lazily on the sofa like she had no bones. “But she wouldn’t listen. Did she ask you about the final step?”
“Yes, she somehow found out that our two groups have the same basic model and the same research direction. Then she came over and seriously told me that our design has a fatal flaw and that she could help us take a look.” Lin Fengzi was a little thirsty as she spoke, picked up a water bottle with one hand, put it on the water dispenser, and poured a cup for everyone.
"Bullshit," Ruan Chen scoffed.
Bai Jiaojiao urged softly, her big eyes blinking, "And then, team leader, what did you say to her?"
Song Cheng said, "What else can we say? Our team leader is so insightful, he must have seen through that green tea bitch's tricks right away and rejected her directly."
"I promised her," Lin Fengzi said casually.
Ruan Chen smiled as expected.
Just as I expected.
“Not only did I agree to her request, but I also asked her about the 50 million. Ruan Yunhan said that if she could benefit from our data, she would give us half of the 50 million.”
Mu Xiangrong rolled his eyes at Lin Fengzi, "Are you trying to set a trap for her?"
“She dug her own grave,” Lin Fengzi shrugged. “I’m her hater, so why wouldn’t I support her? She even said she’d come over later to help us look at the data. Do you want to meet her too?”
Mu Xiangrong was the first to raise his hand, "I think we're just idling around anyway."
Bai Jiaojiao glanced at the time. "Team leader, I'm meeting my friend at the store to buy something. I'll be there later."
“We agreed to meet at nine o’clock,” Lin Fengzi said. “If you have an hour left, and you can come back in time, please bring me a cup of coffee downstairs.”
Ruan Chen, who was focused on working on the data, glanced up at him and said, "Drinking coffee at this hour? I'm not going to stay up all night with you."
Bai Jiaojiao covered her mouth and laughed, looking incredibly cute. "The team leader is allergic to caffeine, so he gets sleepy after drinking it. He's going to go to bed early tonight."
Looking at Bai Jiaojiao's curled eyelashes and doll-like face, Ruan Chen couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Who would have thought that such a soft and cute girl is a science and engineering genius?"
After Bai Jiaojiao finished speaking, she picked up her bag and left.
"I'll excuse myself for now," Ruan Chen said, pushing the completed data onto the table. "Help me check if there's anything that needs to be changed. It won't be fun if Ruan Yunhan notices any mistakes."
This was a special gift she prepared for Ruan Yunhan.
“Hey, Ruan Chen.”
Lin Fengzi called out to her as she walked to the door.
Ruan Chen turned around.
Lin Fengzi pointed the tip of her pen at the camera above her head, "Remember to watch the show."
1307, Ruan Chen's own room.
She sat curled up on the carpet, with a drawing board in front of her and a laptop on her left, connected to the surveillance camera in the small conference room downstairs.
Lin Fengzi is making a face at the camera.
Ruan Chen mixed colors and began to paint, hoping to finish the work before leaving the United States.
A moment later, voices came through the earphones. Ruan Chen's eyes remained focused on the drawing paper, but a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"Brother Lin, you've rented a conference room?" Ruan Yunhan said in a sweet voice. "Then I'll have to come and visit often these next few days."
Mu Xiangrong got goosebumps on the back of his hands and tagged Ruan Chen in a group chat, "Does she always talk like this? Isn't she afraid of breaking her vocal cords?"
Ruan Chen replied with a nodding little person emoji.
In the camera feed, Ruan Yunhan couldn't wait to pick up the data that Lin Fengzi and the others had carefully edited. She flipped directly to the last page and greedily scanned it—her team members had been urging her several times, saying that the preliminary preparations were complete and they were just waiting for Ruan Yunhan to come over so they could review the data from the beginning.
Ruan Yunhan had something to hide and didn't dare to reply, pretending not to see it.
Ruan Chen's phone rang at that moment.
After hanging up, her gaze was fixed on the screen, where Ruan Yunhan was constantly rubbing against Lin Fengzi.
Just now, the store on Figuland Street was vandalized.
That one-of-a-kind Balotelli piece was doused with a bucket of gasoline and set on fire.
The people who vandalized the shop were very arrogant—wearing red hoods and riding motorcycles all the time, they were the most rampant group among the many motorcycle gangs in the United States, known as the "Vultures."
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