Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 113 - 76: Purely Botanical "Hair Loss Agent" (Part 2)

Chapter 113: Chapter 76: Purely Botanical "Hair Loss Agent" (Part 2)

Agent Orange is most terrifying because it contains a carcinogenic component, dioxin, which has a distinct and unmistakable odor.

Helen frantically dispersed the instruments, dropping the measuring cup into the sink. The clear liquid poured out, splashing a few drops onto Helen’s hair.

An even more unpleasant stench arose, and the smile on Mitchell’s lips froze. How could this be, they had clearly developed the most superior leaf-falling agent.

"Ah, Mitchell, help me!" Helen screamed as she attempted to wash her hair, but just as her hand touched her light brown hair, a whole clump fell out. Mitchell dared not touch Helen; she wanted to abandon Helen and immediately leave the foul-smelling area. No sooner had she taken a few steps than a few strands of hair floated down from her forehead, thin and short — they were...

Mitchell reached up to her forehead and found a mixture of eyebrow and eyelash hair.

The two female students were crying and screaming in the laboratory, but even Dr. Shangsel dared not approach to check. The school promptly notified the hospital, and when the ambulance arrived, Mitchell covered her face, which was completely devoid of eyebrows and eyelashes.

Helen, meanwhile, gripped her head with her clothes; her shoulder-length hair had vanished in the blink of an eye. For beauty-loving women, this blow was fatal.

"How could this happen," Yao Feng, the ever-nice guy, did not realize that he had become the winner of this experiment and looked visibly distressed.

"Congratulations, Benjamin (Zheng Hao), your hard work has finally paid off," Dr. Shangsel and the manager from Mengshan Company both patted Yao Feng on the shoulder, congratulating him. A proper person with a proper solution, just like what major companies appreciate in an employee, stability above all.

By the time Yao Feng thought of his younger schoolmate, he found that Zhou Ziang had already left. The coat he returned that morning was still draped over the back of a chair in the laboratory.

The wind and snow were blocked outside the red brick walls of the library, where Zhou Ziang was flipping through his study materials. His workload was more than double that of others, leaving him no time to attend review classes.

Fortunately, Cornell University operated on a credit system. As long as he maintained basic attendance and reached a specific score on the final exams, he could pass. Zhou Ziang believed that no teacher had a bad impression of him.

"That move just now was quite clever, coming from a smart boy from China." A timetable gently fell in front of Zhou Ziang.

Outside, the blizzard was strong. At this time, either students lingered unwillingly in dormitories or buried their heads in classrooms for exam preparation, which is why Zhou Ziang had chosen this time to come to the library—a peaceful atmosphere conducive to studying.

Zhou Ziang didn’t look up. Underneath the table was a pair of Christmas-red boots, polished clean, indicating that the speaker was a flamboyant young female.

"My name is Aisha. I saw everything in the experiment. Why didn’t you stay? You fit Mengshan’s recruitment standards better than that graduate student named Benjamin," Aisha noted that Zhou Ziang did not look up. This boy, younger than her, had soft hair, clean white scalp, and three swirls on top—a friend from the East had told her that such features usually belonged to a person of superior intelligence.

Zhou Ziang remained silent, just as he had been unfazed by Mitchell and Helen’s crying earlier.

In Yunteng’s world, he had not encountered such soulless people, whether Zheng Hao or Mitchell Helen; they got what they deserved.

"I’m really curious, what did you add extra in the measuring cup?" Aisha provoked, placing her hand over Zhou Ziang’s book. Her voice deliberately lowered, hovering right beside Zhou Ziang’s ear with a lazy, flirtatious tone—men’s favorite kind of voice that tickled their ears and stirred their hearts.

Speaking of ears, Aisha only then noticed the handsome ears beside her; well-shaped, with soft, large lobes, as pale as jade.

As smooth as jade, as pure as snow... The distance between Aisha’s brows was rapidly closing. How could he not blush or breathe unsteadily, as Zhou Ziang, like the snow drifting outside, emitted an aura that kept others miles away.

"Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. The measuring cup was clean when it was returned, and several people there can vouch for that," Zhou Ziang finally answered, further confirming Aisha’s suspicion.

"Do you think I’m blind? I clearly saw a clump of golden gas inside the bottle," Aisha, triumphant, had caught the young man’s slip-up. Observers nearby might not have noticed his little manipulations, but Aisha guaranteed that the good leaf-falling agent turning into a "Hair Loss Agent" had something to do with that clump of golden gas.

"If you don’t want to become blind for real, it’s best you forget everything that happened in the lab today," Zhou Ziang sighed, realizing the library wasn’t a suitable place for reviewing either.

"Wait a minute," Aisha followed Zhou Ziang disregarding her image, her high heels clicking sharply on the library floor. "I saw the gas disperse soon after it appeared; don’t you want to know how to keep it stable?"

Dark eyes glinting coldly, Aisha suddenly found it difficult to breathe, as if someone was strangling her—the eyes that seemed to drain one’s soul dry, and finally, he looked straight at her.

By the time she regained her senses, Aisha was already standing outside the library.

"Tell me the method," Zhou Ziang knew he was getting closer to the true purpose of his studies in the United States.

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

Walking alongside Zhou Ziang, Aisha realized he was quite tall. His earlier agitated expression, like a momentarily blooming flower, had already calmed down.

"I can only be your referee," Aisha said, "but before that, you must qualify to join Mengshan Company’s affiliated biopharmaceutical company. I can also find someone to collaborate with you." Aisha believed Zhou Ziang would agree because she had seen many like him, people of a certain kind who pursued abilities beyond ordinary comprehension.

Would he accept her invitation? (To be continued. If you like this work, feel welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets or monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)