The heavy iron door of the greenhouse closed with a "clang."
Shutting out all the gazes from outside.
Chen Zhiyuan looked at the tightly closed door and let out a cold laugh.
"Half an hour? Does she think she's an immortal?"
He spoke to a few math department students beside him, his voice not loud, yet full of biting disdain.
"Just wait. In half an hour, she'll be the biggest joke since the founding of Beijing University."
Professor Wang, following behind Dean Li, also frowned and spoke in a low voice to the principal beside him.
"Principal, isn't this too hasty? We cannot afford to lose even one of these mother seedlings."
The principal looked at the door in silence.
Dean Li, worried, rubbed his hands and paced back and forth at the door, murmuring continuously.
"Wanyi, Wanyi, you must not mess it up!"
Time passed, second by second.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
The greenhouse was quiet, not a sound.
Chen Zhiyuan's smile grew wider and wider.
