"I’ll go in first. Please trouble Dr. Zhou to send Xiao Xian back. She’s temporarily staying in a siheyuan down the alley, where it’s dark and the road is not easy to walk," Xuerou, somehow, started to meddle like Yiyi.
The taxi had driven quite a distance before Xuerou finally turned around contentedly and entered her home.
In the snowy weather, the taxi was moving exceptionally slow. The man and woman in the back seat didn’t speak, their eyes shining under the dim streetlights as they each were lost in thought.
Xiao Xian felt a slight fluctuation of Spiritual Power, like a warm breeze, brushing past the driver’s seat. A Spiritual Power barrier formed around the driver, so that whatever the people in the back seat said or did, the driver would only feel confused and unaware.
He could actually control Spiritual Power so precisely? When that burst of Spiritual Power was released just now, it was as if he had casually exhaled, and Xiao Xian gained a deeper understanding of Zhou Ziang’s cultivation. He had bee much more powerful than he was just over half a year ago.
In fact, Xiao Xian had also been rapidly growing over the past half year, from a little waste who couldn’t control Spiritual Power to an Intermediate Student who could deftly control it. But still, it was inparable to Zhou Ziang’s progress. Scribbling on a blank sheet is very relaxing and fortable, but drawing a distinguishable line on a sheet stained with ink is not so easy.
"Do you still find it easy to get used to the Reverse Genius Class at Huake Institute?" The back seat of the car was rather cramped for Zhou Ziang, who was over 1.8 meters tall. His legs were awkwardly folded, and their knees occasionally bumped into each other with the movement of the car.
"Ah, yes, I’m pretty used to it," Xiao Xian responded. Since entering Huake Institute, no one had ever asked her in such a manner how she was getting on.
To Zhuo Feng and his wife, Huake Institute was just a more formal Advanced School than Sacred Heart Middle School. Their niece, so sensible and independent, surely could live well there.
As for Zhu Shi in Guizhou, Xiao Xian deliberately avoided bringing up the subject; the old man still did not know that his granddaughter had transferred schools, much less how she was faring in the new one.
Although she did not look directly at Zhou Ziang, Xiao Xian still felt the man beside her watching her. Her cheeks grew hotter and hotter.
"But I heard that at first, you didn’t have an easy time there," the car stopped at the intersection, and their knees collided once again.
Xiao Xian wanted to pull back her leg, but at the moment of contact, her knee went numb, and the sensation surged through her body straight to her chest. Her heart pounded as if it were a drum about to be struck into pieces.
"Who said that? With Yiyi and the others there, it was no big deal. Wait, why are you asking about me?" Xiao Xian’s mind took a detour and realized that Zhou Ziang was now only a few centimeters away from her.
Outside of the taxi, the temperature was nearing zero degrees, but inside the taxi, it was suffocatingly hot, enough to make Xiao Xian feel her blood boiling.
In the dimness, she saw a hint of a smile, tinged with a tartness, but also seemingly sly, "I wasn’t inquiring. It just so happened that I met one of your schoolmates at People’s Liberation Army Hospital 411 and we naturally talked about you."
"A schoolmate? What Si Yiyi Hospital, how could you meet a schoolmate who knows me?" After the pletion of the greening project in Zone C, Xiao Xian was somewhat renowned in Zone C. However, she didn’t have much interaction with most schoolmates, so how could they have mentioned her to Zhou Ziang?
Her heartbeat tonight, more active than usual, caused her brain’s oxygen supply and reaction speed to be slower than normal. She missed one point: Zhou Ziang must have known about her transferring schools before he "coincidentally" met someone from Huake Institute North Campus.
"Wang Shuai, that’s a name you should have heard of. He’s the head of the research department in People’s Liberation Army Hospital 411. We got along quite well after knowing each other. He plained that a few days ago, his car was snatched on a snowy mountain road, and he was forcibly made a chauffeur by three young girls," Zhou Ziang quickly mentioned his encounter with Wang Shuai, two similarly aged young men of good background found each other congenial at first sight.
"The world really is small. Wait a minute, you just mentioned Wang Shuai, he’s from People’s Liberation Army Hospital 411? If he represents the hospital and agrees to the trial of this drug, does that mean you can help us out?" Whether the new drug can make money for the small factory is a minor issue; developing the new drug quickly so that Zhuo Feng can take a proper maternity leave is what Xiao Xian is most concerned about right now.
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