Chapter 834 - 505: Infighting Among Fellow Disciples? The Little Lady Shows Her Claws

Chapter 834: Chapter 505: Infighting Among Fellow Disciples? The Little Lady Shows Her Claws

A mysterious turn into an academic discussion meeting.

Even though they belong to the same laboratory, everyone researches different topics. Lin Luyou’s field of study might be superficially understood by most, but not deeply explored. As their conversation deepens, the group seems to be listening to a celestial script...

The soundproofing of the interview room isn’t very good.

During previous interviews, everyone could vaguely hear some sounds, though not clearly. But this time...

"Why does it sound like they started arguing inside?"

"I don’t know, it feels quite intense."

"What happened? That person looked quite refined and shouldn’t be easily angered. How could they be arguing with the interviewer?"

...

As everyone talked at once, this matter quickly spread through the laboratory’s group chat. Some who weren’t currently in the lab heard about Lin Luyou and her senior having a heated academic debate and came over to join the excitement.

Especially the director, who originally should have been drinking tea in the office, showed up.

This made the other interviewees even more puzzled.

What’s really happening?

At this moment, Lin Luyou stands out in the laboratory, and suddenly someone questioned her. Every academic researcher thinks their study is orthodox, so naturally, she’ll defend her theories and results. She didn’t know how it turned into an academic discussion.

In the end, even the director was attracted...

This should be credited to the other interviewers, as the confrontation between the two was so intense and wonderful that they shared the situation in the laboratory group chat.

[Today’s interview has Jiang San-shao, Xiaolin and her senior are arguing. It’s quite spectacular, it’s the first time witnessing siblings of the same school fighting.]

[It’s the first time I’ve seen Xiaolin so excited; usually she’s quiet and cool, completely different from girls her age. She’s getting anxious now.]

[One plea in blood: I strongly suggest that even if Jiang San-shao’s practical scores aren’t good, he should be exceptionally admitted, these two are too amusing.]

...

Arriving at the laboratory, although young, Lin Luyou is aloof and steady, which intrigues others as to who can make her lose her cool.

Usually, she holds a sharp sword and sweeps through all challenges, and yet there’s someone who can contend with her?

When Lin Luyou realized that even the director had arrived, she stopped arguing and realized she might have lost her composure...

"Director..." she coughed lowly, wishing she could find a hole to hide in, wondering why she was even challenging him.

"It’s fine, you can continue discussing. We’re just passing by, listening casually."

"Actually, we... we don’t have much to discuss." Lin Luyou suddenly realized she might have messed up the interview, feeling both anxious and embarrassed.

"If you have the chance to become colleagues in the future, you can discuss academic matters slowly. There are several interviews lined up, so let’s hurry." The director seemed eager to watch the school siblings love and fight, but couldn’t delay other interviewees.

Finally, the chief interviewer summarized briefly and asked Jiang Shiyi to leave.

Lin Luyou kept her head lowered, thinking she had meant to make it difficult for him, but ended up being the one who got excited?

Because of the heated debate earlier, the chief interviewer allowed a ten-minute rest before continuing the interviews. Lin Luyou was the first to rise, announcing she needed the restroom...

In the restroom, she steadied herself against the sink, staring at her reflection. Maybe she got too worked up earlier, her face slightly flushed.

At school, he was the senior brother, she was the junior sister, and he naturally knew more than her, often pointing out her mistakes.

Though Lin Luyou didn’t dare consider herself a genius, she hardly ever stumbled academically, and being corrected frequently was uncomfortable. She always wanted to prove herself to him.

Today, Jiang Shiyi was the interviewee and certainly wouldn’t point out her mistakes, but his gaze made her feel like she was back to square one, as if she were a naive little girl before him, momentarily losing control of her emotions.

She splashed some water on her face to calm down, then didn’t expect that upon leaving the restroom, she’d see...

Jiang Shiyi!

She held a tissue, wiping water off her hands, glanced at him, intending to pass him directly.

"Little junior sister..."

A deep, magnetic voice, always making one’s scalp tingle.

"Are you angry?"

Jiang Shiyi turned around, her back straightened to him, standing with her own stubbornness and pride.

"I didn’t control my emotions." Lin Luyou was participating in interviews for the first time, and encountered the "nightmare" of her life.

"Actually, some things don’t have a right or wrong. You were correct and performed well today."

Lin Luyou felt a hand land softly atop her head, gently patting twice.

Tender, lingering, making one’s heart panicked...

Her heart seemed to be seized severely, like a cicada startled in summer, her breath suddenly heavy.

With a deep breath, Lin Luyou quickly left, Jiang Shiyi’s hand suspended in mid-air, smiling as always, unable to resist teasing.

But there’s no rush...

We have plenty of time in the future.

Tomorrow’s practical interview, we’ll meet again.

...

After leaving the laboratory, Jiang Shiyi drove to a nearby mall, bought some items, and headed straight to Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan’s new home—Guantang Villa.

This place is considered a school district house, not only with middle and high schools nearby, but also two excellent kindergartens. By now it’s after school hours, with some traffic occurring and the sky turning dark, arriving at the new home the sky was already dim.

"Third brother, make yourself comfortable." Tang Wan greeted him from the kitchen.

"Have some tea." Jiang Jinsang poured him a cup.

Jiang Shiyi surveyed the couple’s new home, if compared to the Jiang Family’s old residence, it’s naturally not large, but sufficient for two people, warmly decorated with style, a few tropical fish in a fish tank on one side bringing vitality to the room.

"Why am I the only one?" He thought it was a gathering, assuming he was late.

"They should be here shortly." Jiang Jinsang did not specify who the guests today would be, "Want me to show you around?"

Jiang Shiyi nodded, noticing greenery on the balcony giving a sense of life, "You’ve changed a lot since falling in love and getting married." He glanced at Jiang Jinsang.

"Really?" Jiang Jinsang smiled.

"You didn’t have this good temper before."

"..."

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be rumors about the fifth master of the Jiang Family being unruly for long.

"Maybe you’ll change when you fall in love and get married too." Jiang Jinsang laughed.

"Finding someone I like, falling in love, getting married, and building a family is not so easy."

As they spoke, a swift wind blew up, Tang Wan called from the kitchen telling Jiang Jinsang to close the windows, saying it would rain.

Once all the windows were shut, rain started beating against them, loud as if breaking through the panes.

The wind came very suddenly, the balcony flower stand shook, blowing off many leaves. Jiang Jinsang looked at Jiang Shiyi, "I’ll tidy up the balcony, you sit for a bit, watch TV if you like."

Jiang Shiyi nodded in agreement, watching Jiang Jinsang genuinely picking up a broom, slightly squinting.

It’s clear that this couple is seriously living and managing their little family, a year ago, he couldn’t have imagined Jiang Jinsang doing such things.

Just then, the doorbell rang...

"Third brother, could you help open the door?" Tang Wan was in the kitchen, unable to pull away, and Jiang Jinsang seems to not hear the doorbell at the balcony.

Jiang Shiyi thought it might be second brother or Qi Zeyan, or Huo Qinqi arriving, without much thought, he opened the door.

The girl at the door was soaked by the rain.

Water still dripping from her clothes, pooling at the entrance, holding a bag in one hand, and a gift in the other, her wet hair clinging to her forehead, looking rather disheveled.

They locked eyes, both showing a hint of surprise.