Chapter 79
The curtains inside were drawn; they were dark green.
There was a large bookshelf directly opposite the door, and Professor Arnold was standing in front of it.
Toto greeted him in a low voice, glancing around briefly and noticing that the desk was a bit messy, with notes and books pushed aside. Professor Arnold sat behind his desk, wiping his glasses, his fingertips trembling slightly.
A moment later, he put on his glasses, concealing the dark circles under his eyes, and asked impatiently, "What is it?"
There was no strange smell in the room, but Professor Arnold's expression was slightly unnatural. He was pale and tired, moved slowly, placed his hands on the table, leaned back, and seemed somewhat wary.
Toto grew up on the slave planet and knew more than the professor had imagined. He looked away, sat on the sofa in front of the guests, put his hands on his knees, and asked a few professional questions, looking obedient and well-behaved.
Professor Arnold's pale face softened a bit. He responded and stood up, pulling out a few old books from the bottom of the bookshelf as he answered, handing them to him: "Take a look at pages 118 and 245. Of course, it would be best to read them all."
He raised his hand, and a section of his wrist was inadvertently revealed under the black sleeve, with a faint bruise around it, which was quickly covered by the sleeve.
Toto's well-behaved expression instantly turned serious.
Professor Arnold had no idea what the little green medal was thinking; once he got into work mode, he became focused and indifferent.
Toto asked a few more simple questions, but showed no sign of leaving.
Professor Arnold was puzzled and lifted his eyelids to look at him. The professor's eyes were lighter than dark blue, cold, and indifferent to insects. He would ridicule and mock students who answered incorrectly in class, with a harsh tone and contemptuous attitude, which led to many unpleasant rumors.
Toto flipped through the book, closed it, placed it on his lap, and suddenly asked, "Professor, did you know that even a powerful female insect can instantly lose its ability to move if you suddenly strike its vulnerable point?"
Arnold was looking for his notes when he was suddenly asked this question. He turned around and saw the young male insect sitting on the sofa holding up his terminal with a serious expression, showing it to him: "There are also several commercially available self-defense weapons that have received high praise."
"I am an insect, and I have quite a bit of experience in sneak attacks."
Professor Arnold was puzzled, but after a moment he realized something and suddenly pulled up his sleeve to cover his wrist.
Toto apologized, "I'm sorry."
Arnold looked at the little green medallion with his head down and realized that he must have seen it and misunderstood it, so he was speechless for a moment.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his bruised wrists, and said in a cold tone, "Although I don't want to say that I was injured because of being robbed by insects, I will consider your suggestion."
Upon closer inspection, the bruises on my wrists were not caused by pinching or rubbing; it looked more like I had bumped into something.
Toto's face slowly turned red to his ears. He stood up, scratching his head, partly relieved and partly embarrassed. He scratched his spiky hair and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Professor."
Professor Arnold said nothing and waved for him to go read the book himself.
Toto took the book and left.
Arnold watched him walk out of the school building from the window. At that age, he had lived a very repressed life and had the idea of transcending social classes. Because of his excellent grades, Imperial Star Academy had allocated him a house, which Arnold quickly sold and invested in jewelry, hoping to use his assets to achieve a leap in social status.
But because he didn't know the value of the goods, he lost everything.
After that, I lived in the office in the laboratory building and had debts to pay off every month. However, because of this, I was able to settle down and focus on academic work.
After experiencing more, I became less attached to things. Even with money, I was no longer willing to invest in vague and ethereal identity recognition. Instead, I devoted all my resources to researching genetic qualifications.
After Toto left, Zos walked into the office, stretched, and walked over to the professor with a smile, hugging him: "Finally gone."
He enveloped him from behind, sniffing the professor's hair: "Why don't you use what I bought for you?"
Professor Arnold drew the curtains: "I'm already used to my own."
Zos chuckled, touched the tip of his nose, and complained, half-jokingly, "But that one doesn't smell good."
Professor Arnold didn't seem to care, and when Zos insisted, he said he would change it later.
Zos was pleased and yawned: "I've put the bug that robbed you in jail."
Professor Arnold nodded. Zos hugged him for a while, squirming around, and after a while, he couldn't help but let go, laughing, "I'm sorry, Professor, I really can't stand clothes with frayed edges. It feels weird to hug. And that... what... what agent, how long will it last?"
Professor Arnold took out his measuring instrument, tested the data, and pushed up his glasses: "About a month left."
Zos couldn't help but cling to him again, but his expression turned ugly for a moment, filled with disbelief: "So, I'll be like this for another month?"
Arnold whirled around, coldly putting away the measuring device, veins bulging on his forehead: "I also reminded you, when you take back that box, be sure not to hit it with force."
As a result, Zos accidentally smashed the box with his fist, and the potion inside, which was a contaminated substance to be disposed of, evaporated directly in the alley, and Arnold, who arrived later, was also implicated.
...
Zos developed a sense of attachment to Arnold.
Arnold had been conducting experiments using his own genes behind the Academy's back, and this misfortune struck him on his way to destroy the materials. To avoid being exposed, he had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill himself.
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