"A physiological age of sixteen, but an IQ of only three?" Li Zheng's eyebrows twitched wildly. How the hell is this supposed to be calculated?
Count as a three-year-old child and avoid the Matrix's criteria for recruitment?
Or count as an ordinary sixteen-year-old?
If it's the former, that's fine. Even if the Matrix's so-called "proper placement" is just a soothing claim, the country will certainly take action given such a significant event worldwide.
It's only a matter of time before Lin Longxuan is discovered, and someone will naturally look after him then.
But if it's the latter...
Then there's no need for Lin Fengjiao to keep searching. Whether his IQ allows him to open a water bottle or a can, his probability of survival is infinitely close to zero.
Li Zheng couldn't possibly imagine how desperate it must be for a boy with the IQ of a three-year-old who might not even know how to leave his capsule residence!
