Nathalie Quinlan just got provoked by soone’s "Nathalie the Goddess," she told him to forget it, then casually opened the rear car door.
Neat and efficient boarding.
Sadam Vinson imdiately guessed that Amadeus must have pulled so stunt to flirt with her again. He helplessly rubbed his nose, force-fed with dog food, and skillfully digested it. Then, before Amadeus Yancey got into the car, he suddenly seed excited, leaned over, and asked: "Hey Nathalie, tomorrow is the group assessnt. How’s it going? Are you nervous? Feeling confident this ti?"
Nathalie Quinlan had just received a ssage from Wincent Sullivan asking her to go ho and rest early and informing her of the 8:30 AM eting in the lecture hall. She just replied and heard Sadam’s words, lifted her eyelids, her clear black eyes looking at him.
Just a glance.
Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t spoken.
Sadam Vinson imdiately understood the answer, very knowingly touched his earlobe, showing an expression of "I get it": "You don’t need to answer, I know."
Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyebrow, with an amused expression, her voice a bit hoarse, casually: "I haven’t said anything yet."
It seems she hadn’t said a word.
He already knew.
Sadam Vinson laughed, glanced at the girl, chuckling: "We ask, it’s first place, right!"
Nathalie Quinlan looked at him for a mont, silently withdrew her line of sight, set her phone down, lowered her gaze, sowhat casually said: "This ti, it’s not certain."
It was the first ti Sadam Vinson heard her say it’s not certain, slightly intrigued, just about to ask her.
Amadeus Yancey went around to the other side to get in the car, turned on the air conditioner, with warm air flowing inside, the temperature rising quickly.
In stark contrast to the cold night wind outside.
"What are you guys talking about?"
The man’s voice is deep and pleasant.
Sadam Vinson noisily interrupted: "Tomorrow’s group assessnt, I’m asking Nathalie if she’s confident, and she says not sure."
Amadeus Yancey rarely heard such uncertain words like "not certain" from the girl, Nathalie’s dictionary always had absolute confidence, and that confidence was not blind but a recognition of her abilities.
He turned his head, also looked at the girl in the back seat.
"..." Nathalie Quinlan was stared at by both of them, pursed her lips, reached out to take off her duckbill cap, looking at them helplessly: "Why are you guys looking at ?"
Sadam Vinson said nothing, yet his gaze seed to say ’you have monts of uncertainty.’
"...Not really." Nathalie Quinlan paused, then sowhat speechlessly reached up to rub her forehead: "I’m a person, not a goddess."
"I haven’t systematically engaged with the laboratory before, only started systematically engaging in the past month, so things I’m just beginning to explore, consider a rookie."
The actual difficulty of laboratory operations is much greater than that of computer-simulated experints.
The computer can help you avoid so common mistakes, but the real laboratory won’t have big data to filter these for you.
A small error could lead to a failed experintal result.
And she needs to spend a lot of ti and effort to conduct a complete experint.
Nathalie Quinlan is also gradually exploring and investigating.
Fortunately, Wincent Sullivan and Agnes Baker occasionally share so practical experience with her, and although Williansen Barness doesn’t talk much, he occasionally guides her.
In so aspects, Nathalie Quinlan is indeed a rookie in the laboratory.
As she said this,
Sadam Vinson finally withdrew his line of sight, patted his chest, still nagging: "Oh my, Nathalie, hearing you, it’s the first ti I feel you’ve descended to the mortal world, finally sharing the sa worries as us commoners."
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