"Is it so—" Norton walked in again, bending over, "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
Sinai was so nervous she pressed herself against the wall, shaking her head vigorously: "No."
"I suppose so." Norton patted her head again, "If I had met you earlier, you would probably already be lying on the operating table."
Sinai: "..."
She was really scared.
"Don’t worry." Norton smiled, "I will certainly follow her instructions and try not to dissect you."
Sinai: "..."
She was not comforted at all.
If it was just a man with a mortal flesh, she could easily blow him to bits with her high-tech products.
But the Chariot of the Sages?
She should just give up and be content as a salted fish.
"Tsk, kid, what should I do, I don’t have any clothes for you here." Norton looked Sinai up and down, "Let’s go buy a few outfits first."
With that, before Sinai could refuse, he lifted her with one hand as easily as picking up a bag and walked out the door with her.
Sinai almost lost her breath.
"Um, this is uncomfortable for me." Sinai hesitated but still protested a bit, "Can you change the position?"
"Oh, no."
"..."
**
Meanwhile.
Ying Zijin had just returned to the lab.
She received a few messages on her phone.
They were a series of photos.
In the photos, Sinai, in a 120cm tall six-year-old body, was wearing various small dresses, looking expressionlessly at the camera.
Then came a text message.
[Tsk, quite pretty, isn’t it?]
It was clearly not Sinai’s tone.
Sinai used to stay in the lab all the time, wearing lab coats every day, and never went shopping for clothes.
Who it was was self-evident.
Ying Zijin: "..."
How did she not notice before that Norton had such a hobby?
Did he really treat her like a doll?
After a while, a new message popped up.
[Sinai]: He’s so scary [crying]
Ying Zijin thought for a moment and reassured her.
[Once you recover your body and your personality returns, you won’t find him scary,
he’s not normal to begin with, don’t treat him like a normal person in interactions.]
In her normal state, Sinai was even more like a piece of ice than Norton.
The two of them hardly interacted.
Ying Zijin put her phone back and went into the lab.
Members of Group B were diligently conducting experiments.
Ye Siqing saw the girl return and happily waved a hand: "Ah Ying, we only have the last step left, once the final part arrives from the W web tomorrow, we will succeed."
"Mm, thank you for your hard work." Ying Zijin took out some drinks from the space folding bag, "I won’t be in the lab for the next few days, the remaining steps will depend on you."
"No problem." Ye Siqing said, "If it weren’t for you drawing the blueprints, we’d still be stuck right now."
Ying Zijin opened a drink bottle and took a sip, logging onto the W web and continuing to browse all the news from over twenty years ago.
One article after another, carefully reviewing them.
Outside the door, Group A passed by.
Xu Jingshan glanced over.
Seeing others assembling parts while the girl was the only one on the computer, he sneered disdainfully.
"Miss Bier, luckily you didn’t let her join Group A, just look how lazy she is, if she came to Group A, she wouldn’t help at all and would just take up a spot, a pure case of nepotism."
Bier naturally noticed, she frowned slightly: "Why bother with them, let’s speed up the experiment, I need to head back to the family tonight."
She held a grudge internally.
She hoped the Sage Academy would quickly issue a decree for the Leaangle Family to select a new head.
**
The commotion was not small, attracting the attention of the butler.
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