Since it’s Celeste’s people, he definitely won’t let her stay.
He thought that such scolding would surely make the exchange student angry or leave on the spot. Young people nowadays are like firecrackers that explode at the slightest provocation.
Who would have thought that this exchange student from China, after being scolded, not only didn’t talk back but seemed unperturbed, as if his furious words were absorbed like punches into a sponge, having no effect at all. Maybe this exchange student didn’t understand those authentic slang curses.
"Are you blaming me for pruning these flowers and plants yesterday? Professor Rock, although you’re an expert in cultivation, you’re truly not skilled in pruning," Xiao Xian glanced at Professor Rock.
From a botanical perspective, Professor Rock is very good at developing various new species, but in terms of promotion or maintenance, he is indeed not adept, whereas Mengshan pany excels in this area.
"Believe it or not, in another month, you’ll find that the species in the research center will be pletely transformed," she said, taking out a pair of scissors and preparing to continue the work unfinished from yesterday.
Rock saw her ignoring his words and was just about to get angry again.
Xiao Xian didn’t mind, walking over to a corpse flower to start pruning.
Rock noticed the scissors and Xiao Xian’s pruning technique and suddenly stopped, "You... are you really a contestant in this international exchange student event? And where did you learn your pruning technique and those scissors?"
"The scissors were passed down from the elders in my family. As for the technique," Xiao Xian’s pruning skill started with the intuition she gained from the memories left by Bai Juyi in the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors and later from prehension and exploration. Every cut she made was precisely at the necessary part of the plant, not too much, not too little. If one must ask where her skills came from, it only makes sense to say: "South Gate, perhaps you don’t know, but it’s a Flower Art Sect in southern China, specializing in horticulture and the cultivation of flowers and plants. It has some ties to you, Professor Rock."
"South Gate?" Rock’s eyes flashed with excitement, uncontrollably grabbing Xiao Xian, "Is it really South Gate? Then do you know a Chinese named Hu Song?"
"Hu Song? He’s my senior uncle," Xiao Xian’s Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors had just grazed the flower of the corpse flower; wasn’t Hu Song one of the Five Gentlemen of Flower Art, Plum, Orchid, Pine, Bamboo, Chrysanthemum mentioned by Uncle Mao? According to Mao Dazhu, they apprenticed under the South Gate, and ultimately, only three persevered. Among them, Uncle Lan died in a car crash, and Uncle Song left China to live in the U.S. with his family.
"I know, or rather, not really, I just had a meal at their family’s restaurant... it’s a long story..." Rock, who had been about to kick her out just moments earlier, was now pulling Xiao Xian deeper into the research center, somewhat startled.
Xiao Xian was dragged to a wooden darkroom. Rock took two gas masks, gesturing for Xiao Xian to wear one.
"What’s this for?" Xiao Xian was forced to put on the mask. When the wooden darkroom was opened, several beehives were revealed in front of her, buzzing inside each.
Through the protective metal mesh, she saw bees as large as beetles fighting fiercely.
"What is this?" Xiao Xian was puzzled. Yesterday, Rock had explicitly forbidden her from entering the research center, and now he had set up a hive in the deepest part of it.
"Oh dear, more have died. Why is it always failing even though I raise them according to Rock’s methods," Rock noticed more bee carcasses in the hive and heartbreakingly reached to open the protective net.
"Careful," without the metal protective net, a few aggressive-looking bees flew out. Although Xiao Xian and Rock had protective gear when they came in, they weren’t wearing protective suits.
Suddenly, Protective Spirit Energy burst forth. Strangely enough, those bees that had stung Rock’s previous assistant, making him look like a pig’s head, suddenly stopped and circled around Xiao Xian, performing an odd dance resembling scythes.
Xiao Xian wasn’t Yezi; she didn’t have the ability to municate with animals.
The persistent buzzing of wings in her ear made her eardrums almost burst.
Helpless, Xiao Xian had to tug at the wide-eyed Professor Rock, "Can you make these bees stop, and what do they mean?"
"Aren’t you a plant cultivator?" Rock coughed. Since the research center was assigned to him, it should be handled by a plant cultivator.
"Yes, that’s why I’m asking you what the bees mean. I’ve heard of the bees’ figure-eight dance for indicating food direction, but I’ve never encountered this situation," Xiao Xian casually removed her gas mask. After a moment’s hesitation, when assured that the bees wouldn’t attack Xiao Xian, Rock also removed his mask.
"Actually, I don’t know either. In the kingdom of bees, depending on their region, the meaning of bees’ expressions can differ. I have a friend who’s an expert in this area; I’ll call him," Rock said, referring to Quinn as his animal expert friend.
After getting a response from Quinn, Rock found it both amusing and exasperating.
"What does it mean? Have you figured it out?" Xiao Xian had already walked out of the hive, but those dozens of bees were persistently following her, ceaselessly performing their scythe-shaped dance.
"Courting, the Queen Bee is doing a courtship dance for you?" Rock blurted incredulously.
Initially, these bees were hatched under Quinn’s care, and upon learning that the bees had suddenly begun to perform a scythe dance, Quinn laughed heartily without caring about saving face.
The scythe dance, in the world of these mutated bees, had a very special meaning: it was a unique display when female bees courted male bees.
~It’s the end of the month, and unscrupulous Fu Zi is asking for tickets~ (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian () to cast your remendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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