Lan Fangfang, Guan Yue Ling, and others gathered around to watch.
They saw comnts full of ridicule.
[Wanted to show off but ended up showing her backside]
[Attention seeker plus clown, hahahaha]
[She was like this back at Beihai First Middle School, always cocky before exams, then getting her face slapped afterwards, and desperately looking for teachers to find extra points]
[Miss body, maid fate, hahahaha]
Yang Zhan was quite pleased.
"She dared to insult my idol, I will definitely deal with her!
"When it cos to Immortal Techniques, I’m nothing special.
"In academics, I’m just average.
"But I do excel at sothing; I’m particularly good at treating all sorts of disrespect!"
Beside Bai Mo, Wu Qingyun was fine, yet Fang Yuan, who had sneaked in, felt especially anxious.
She lowered her voice.
"This... I... soone like sneaking in, is it really okay?
"Am I not here just to make up the numbers?
"Once inside, won’t my true level be exposed?
"Maybe I shouldn’t go?"
Bai Mo furrowed his brow, thought for a mont.
"It’s okay, I can help you again!
"Just keep a low profile!
"This internship might actually be valuable. Just stick it out, and you might be able to use it later on your resu, whether for graduate school or job hunting."
Fang Yuan imdiately understood.
"Oh! That makes sense!"
A group of people walked through the teaching area, toward the office area on the east side of the campus, arriving at the entrance of a standalone building surrounded by trees.
Professor Zhang climbed the steps, turned around, and looked down to introduce to the students.
"This is the office building for our Immortal Grass Experintal Class, and also our Immortal Grass Research Center.
"The upcoming internship will be held here.
"First, let’s talk about confidentiality principles..."
Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the nearby grove.
"This is unfair, I want to participate in this internship too!"
Professor Zhang on the steps and the students below were all stunned, turning their heads to look at the source of the voice. It was Huang Sitong, wearing a yellow dress, high ponytail, and slightly upturned eyes!
Her face was flushed, clearly agitated.
"There is a problem with this selection thod!
"The Mathematical Modeling Competition is in groups of three, and each group has a slacker!
"I checked, people like Yang Zhan and Fang Yuan are all slackers riding on coattails.
"And what about ? I was dragged down by two incompetent teammates!
"I am definitely better than Yang Zhan and Fang Yuan.
"Why can they participate in this internship but I can’t?"
Previously, due to Yang Zhan’s publicity, she had beco a school-wide laughingstock.
Proud and unable to accept this situation, she ca here today to clear her na!
Everyone present turned their heads to look.
Bai Mo furrowed his brows, considering if this girl might have a ’princess syndro’?
Fang Yuan instinctively took a step back, her face turning pale.
Yang Zhan, however, stepped forward angrily, pointing at Huang Sitong and cursing, "What the hell are you spouting..."
But Professor Zhang raised his hand to stop Yang Zhan.
"No swearing!
"Huang Sitong, am I right?
"Yang Zhan acted carelessly, affecting you negatively.
"I have already asked the school’s network administrator to delete Yang Zhan’s recordings and text.
"Today, let Yang Zhan apologize to you!
"After this, let’s just treat it as if this never happened, and focus on studying well."
Professor Zhang knew that handling it this way might leave Yang Zhan feeling wronged, but letting the situation escalate could destroy Huang Sitong, sothing he didn’t want to see.
Yang Zhan looked up and saw the look in Professor Zhang’s eyes. He frowned, gritting his teeth, snorted through his nose, but finally looked at Huang Sitong, clearing his throat, "Huang Sitong, I..."
Yet Huang Sitong was ungrateful, placing one hand on her hip, pointing the other at Yang Zhan, and remaining relentlessly aggressive.
"An apology definitely needs to be made! And it has to be a public apology!
"But I also want to participate in today’s internship!
"I am better than Yang Zhan, this slacker, and Fang Yuan, the female slacker. How co I can’t participate?"
The scene was awkward again.
Clearly, it was autumn and a cool breeze was blowing, but the air in front of the forest-surrounded building seed to be heating up.
Bai Mo stood tall and straight, slightly tilting his head, feeling sowhat frustrated. Glancing at Bai Taiyang, he wondered if he should just let the Immortal Beast run wild again to deal with this clown.
Just then, Professor Zhang on the steps offered a solution again.
"How about this, everyone co into the office building, and we’ll hold a simple test.
"If you pass the exam, you can join the internship.
"If not, then it ends here.
"Is that okay?"
Professor Zhang looked at Huang Sitong.
...
Inside the office building’s tiered eting room.
Over thirty students sat down separately.
Professor Zhang handed each person a blank sheet of paper.
Then used a projector to display an impromptu question.
"Let function f(x)..."
Bai Mo looked up at the question, frowning slightly.
"This... a new question I’ve never seen before, and it’s not simple. But if soone seriously studied my mathematical modeling paper, this question wouldn’t be difficult."
He picked up a pen, worked through a couple of steps on the paper, calculated in his mind, wrote the answer, handed it to Professor Zhang to verify, and upon confirmation, left the exam room.
Waiting outside the door for a mont, he saw Wan Bocheng, Lan Fangfang, Guan Yue Ling, and others co out smiling.
Next ca Wu Qingyun! She had thoroughly studied Bai Mo’s paper. Although she couldn’t understand so complex parts, the knowledge she gained was enough to tackle the question.
The students from the Immortal Grass Experintal Class ca out one after another.
Ten minutes later, Yang Zhan ca out, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Phew, that was close! Fortunately, I studied Bai Mo’s paper, hahahaha."
Fang Yuan followed closely behind.
"Oh, that was hard! Luckily I went through Bai Mo’s paper... even though I didn’t solve it, I could still tackle that question."
Bai Mo stood outside, his Divine Sense reaching into the exam room.
He carefully examined Huang Sitong’s body, checked her internal organs, her energy and spirit, her Dantian, and the area between her brows... Huang Sitong was indeed a Cultivator! And she had completed all the Cultivation content as Sequence Eight, "Soup Man"!
Unlike Professor Zhang’s Five Consumptions and Seven Injuries Form Cultivation, her every Cultivation was perfect! Completed regardless of cost under the guidance of experts, without harming her body and laying a solid foundation for the future!
Bai Mo couldn’t quite figure out her route...
"Is she a Puppet Puppet crafted by an Ancient Immortal?"
But, Bai Mo had never seen such a carefully nurtured Puppet Puppet! It’s as if she were raised as a cherished daughter!
"Or is she... the heir of the Holy Land’s fire seed?
"But if she were the heir to the fire seed, is this the kind of character she would have?"
At this ti, faced with the question set by Professor Zhang, she was already struggling, left alone in the exam room, panic-stricken, scribbling aimlessly on scratch paper with no idea!
Yang Zhan, whom she called a slacker, and Fang Yuan, too, at least had a learning attitude, having studied Bai Mo’s paper.
Yet she, who kept proclaiming herself excellent, and insisted on participating in the internship, probably hadn’t even glanced at anyone else’s mathematical modeling paper!
If choosing between her and Professor Zhang to pass on the fire... undoubtedly, her chances of success would be higher. But Bai Mo had no interest in soone like her.
Yang Zhan, feeling triumphant, took out his phone to post today’s events on the campus wall, continuing the next "treatnt" for Huang Sitong.
At that mont, Professor Zhang walked out from the exam room, closed the door, and covered Yang Zhan’s phone with his hand.
"Let it go.
"This girl... just has a character flaw, don’t ruin her.
"Let her stay in the exam room to ss around a bit more, reflect on herself, we’ll leave, and head to the internship!"
Thus, a group of students followed Professor Zhang deeper into the office building.
A group walked down the corridor, deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, Bai Mo subtly took a deep breath.
"What’s that sll?
"A dicinal soup?
"Is this building brewing dicinal soup?
"Harlan Zhongli, Celestial Bright Grass, Toothbrush lon... these are... the herbs used in Fire Consciousness Soup?
"But the brewed sll... is of a semi-finished product, and it’s already brewed wrong."
Bai Mo instinctively glanced at Professor Zhang in a white coat ahead.
"If brewed like this, whoever drinks the Fire Consciousness Soup would be burned to ashes within minutes."
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