Violetta Hoffman had just picked up her things, ready to leave with a few laboratory heads and console Nathalie Quinlan later.
Who knew that upon hearing that remark, she whipped her head around, saw the calm and unruffled person standing there, and her eyelid twitched harshly, wanting to give her a thumbs up and say: What a slick move!
But now wasn’t the ti for that. Violetta hastily put down the things she was holding and said to the other lab heads, who hadn’t yet reacted to Nathalie’s slick move: "Ahem, I’m going over to take a look."
After being stunned for a mont, the others followed too.
Completing an experint just at the last minute usually involves a level 1 or level 2 simulation experint, which is typically not high-level, barely finished within the stipulated ti...
Had it not been for Nathalie’s absolutely astounding results in the first round of assessnts, none of the heads might have stayed.
In the end, they let Violetta go alone to have a look, and it would be fine to just give a score.
But because it was Nathalie, even though they weren’t hopeful and didn’t expect her to turn the tables, they still went over with so interest to take a look.
"Please step aside, I’ll check your experint completeness."
Violetta, pretending not to be familiar in front of others, politely said to the girl, looking like she was just doing her job and didn’t know anyone there.
Nathalie moved aside to make space.
She walked over, operated the mouse with one hand, and casually asked, "What level experint question did you do?"
Lord knows, Violetta was just asking casually, she also didn’t know beforehand what level Nathalie could do.
Who would have thought the girl lifted her eyelids, her dark eyes extrely deep, and lazily replied, "Level 8."
"WHAT?" Violetta’s hand holding the mouse shook, she jerked her head to look at her, shocked to the point of blurting out her usual catchphrase.
This is stirring up trouble!
Nathalie was extrely calm, eting her gaze, "Yeah, level 8."
No one in the large lecture hall left.
The girl’s languid "level 8" was enough to make the noise even louder than when Therry Kingsley finished early.
The entire lecture hall was about to explode.
"Damn, a level 8 experintal simulation question?!"
"My ears must be broken, damn it, I heard her say level 8..." soone was so shocked their jaw nearly dropped.
The person next to him said back languidly, "What a coincidence, I have the sa situation, my ears are broken too, I also heard level 8."
Therry Kingsley’s hand slipped, and the things in his hand fell onto the lab table with a crisp clatter.
Only now, no one was paying attention to him.
Everyone’s attention was focused on Nathalie Quinlan.
If it weren’t for the heads of the several labs of the institute being present, they would have all gathered around her, forming layers upon layers...
Level 8 is just so insanely ridiculous!
Back then, even the so-called genius Zevaney Kingsley didn’t dare touch simulation questions beyond level 5; choosing a level 5 already caused a sensation.
They could almost imagine how this level 8 experint would change the history of the First Research Institute of Independent island.
"Level 8 experint..." Therry Kingsley’s face was pale, he clenched his hands tightly, to the point where his nails dug into his flesh, but he didn’t feel any pain.
His mind was blank, blood rushing to his head, his breathing unsteady.
After her initial shock, Violetta cald down and started to seriously examine the simulation experint data on Nathalie’s computer.
The simulation experint on the computer was almost the sa as a real experint, allowing one to see each of the operator’s experintal steps and the experintal data.
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