Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 109 - 46: Purely Botanical "Hair Loss Agent" (Part 2)

Chapter 109: Chapter 46: Purely Botanical "Hair Loss Agent" (Part 2)

The most terrifying aspect of Agent Orange lies in its containing a carcinogenic ingredient, dioxin, which can be distinguished by its distinct smell as soon as it is perceived.

Helen hurriedly threw away the vessel; the measuring cup was tossed into the sink, spilling the transparent liquid and sprinkling a few drops onto Helen’s hair.

A more odorous stench arose; Mitchell’s smile froze on her lips—how could this be, when they had clearly developed the most superior leaf-falling agent.

"Ah, Mitchell, help me!" Helen screamed in horror. She just thought about rinsing her hair, but as soon as her hand touched her light brown locks, a whole tuft of hair fell out. Mitchell dared not touch Helen anymore. Wanting to abandon Helen, she just took a few steps away when a few strands of hair floated down from her forehead—they were not quite hairs, but...

Mitchell reached up to her forehead, and pulled off a mixture of eyebrows and eyelashes.

Both female students were crying and shouting in the lab when even Dr. Shangsel did not dare to approach to check on them. The school immediately notified the hospital. By the time the ambulance arrived, Mitchell had covered her face, her eyebrows and eyelashes completely gone.

Helen was clutching her head with her clothes, her shoulder-length hair had vanished in the blink of an eye—a devastating blow for beauty-loving women.

"How could this happen," the kind-hearted Yao Feng had not realized he had emerged as the winner of this experiment, instead he wore a face full of worry.

"Congratulations, Benjamin (Zheng Hao), your hard work has finally paid off," Dr. Shangsel and the manager from Mengshan Company congratulated Yao Feng, clapping on his shoulder. A person as standard as the regimens they follow, is just like the companies’ favored type of employees, stability is everything.

It wasn’t until Yao Feng remembered his junior, Zhou Ziang, that he realized Zhou had already left, the coat he had brought back that morning still draped over the back of a chair in the lab.

The blizzard was kept outside the red brick walls of the library, Zhou Ziang was flipping through the key points of his revision. His workload was more than twice that of others, with no time to attend each review class.

Fortunately, Cornell University adopted a credit system; as long as a basic attendance was ensured, and one reached the specific grades at the end of term exams, passing was guaranteed. Zhou believed, none of the teachers had a bad impression of him.

"That move just now, quite clever, from a smart Chinese boy." A class schedule lightly landed in front of Zhou Ziang’s desk.

Outside, the blizzard was fierce. At this time, either students were reluctant to leave their dorms, or they were buried in class cramming for exams, which is why Zhou chose this time to come to the library, quiet and conducive for revision.

Zhou did not look up; under the table was a pair of Christmas red boots, well-polished, which alone revealed the speaker to be a flamboyant young woman.

"My name is Aisha, I saw everything in the lab just now, why didn’t you stay? You’re more qualified for Mengshan’s criteria than that Benjamin," Aisha noticed Zhou hadn’t looked up. This boy, who was even younger than her, had soft hair, a pale and neat scalp with three whorls on top—a friend from the East had told her, such people are often exceptionally intelligent.

Zhou remained silent, just as he had when he heard the cries of Mitchell and Helen, feeling not a stir of pity inside him.

In Yunteng’s world, he had never seen such a vile-hearted person, whether it was Zheng Hao, or Mitchell Helen, they deserved their fate.

"I’m curious, what did you add into that measuring cup?" Aisha provoked, covering her hand over Zhou’s book, her voice deliberately lowered to whisper in Zhou’s ear with a hint of lazily seductive tone—such a voice was usually most appealing to men, known to make their ears and hearts itch.

Speaking of ears, Aisha noticed, sitting beside her was a young man with beautiful ears, perfectly shaped, with soft, large lobes, the color of jade.

Like jade, like snow... Aisha’s eyebrows were quickly coming closer. How could he not blush with both ears flaming red nor have an unstable breath, Zhou like the snow floating outside, exuded a chill that rejected others from a thousand miles away.

"Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. The measuring cup was clean when returned, something several people present can testify to," Zhou responded, which only confirmed Aisha’s suspicions even more.

"You think I’m blind? I clearly saw a clump of golden gas in the wide-mouth bottle," Aisha boasted triumphantly. She had caught the young man’s trick; the observers around might not have seen what the lad had done, but Aisha was sure that the usually good leaf-falling agent turning into a "Hair Loss Agent" must be related to that clump of golden gas.

"If you don’t want to truly become blind, you’d better forget everything that happened in the lab today," Zhou sighed, realizing the library was not an appropriate place to review.

"Wait a minute," Aisha followed Zhou, with her high heels making sharp clattering noises inside the library, "I saw that gas disperse soon after, don’t you want to know what method could maintain it?"

Her black eyes flashed a cold light, Aisha felt her breath being strangled, as if someone were sucking her soul dry with those eyes, he finally looked at her directly.

By the time her senses returned, Aisha found herself standing outside the library.

"Tell me the method," Zhou knew, he was getting close to the real purpose of his study in America.

He had no fondness for Aisha, but still followed her out of the library.

Walking shoulder to shoulder with Zhou, Aisha realized how tall he was, his formerly slightly agitated look, now settled down like a passing ephemeral bloom.

"I can only be your referrer, but before that, you must be qualified to join the biological pharmaceutical company under Mengshan Company. I can find people to collaborate with you," Aisha believed Zhou would agree, for she had met many like Zhou before—people of a kind, pursuing powers beyond ordinary understanding.

Will he accept her invitation? (To be continued. If you like this work, please support by voting on Qidian.com for a recommendation ticket or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)