The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 803 - 802: Sui Yuan’s Desperation

Chapter 803: Chapter 802: Sui Yuan’s Desperation

Sui Yuan looked at the mess on the ground, and even with her usually good temper, she was annoyed.

Time after time, the pranks made her suspect that someone was intentionally targeting her. It was fortunate that there was no hot water in the thermos to scald her or anyone else.

But as she looked around, besides the students coming and going, she didn’t spot any suspicious individuals.

Sui Yuan squatted down and slowly collected the pieces of the thermos into a bag and threw it into the trash bin. To prevent the cleaning lady from getting hurt, she wrapped it in an extra layer of old newspaper.

Feeling too tired to bother with hot water anymore, Sui Yuan returned to her dorm room.

As soon as she lay on the bed, her phone received a message. She glanced at it and saw just five words.

But her face suddenly turned pale, drained of color.

[Chunchun, come home.]

Sui Yuan’s phone fell onto her body, and without even bothering to put on her slippers, she rushed to the balcony, searching back and forth for something.

He... had he come?

"Yuanyuan, what’s wrong?" her roommate Yang Xiaowen came over and patted Sui Yuan’s shoulder.

Sui Yuan turned around with a dazed expression.

Yang Xiaowen was worried. "You look so pale. Are you sick? Shall I accompany you to the infirmary?"

"No need."

"But you really look awful, I’ll get you some hot water," said Yang Xiaowen.

Yang Xiaowen hurried to take care of Sui Yuan, but when she went to pour hot water, she discovered—

"Yuanyuan, where’s your thermos?"

Sui Yuan lowered her head: "It broke again..."

Yang Xiaowen, irritated, put down her own thermos and complained, "What’s going on? This is the third time, isn’t it? Is someone playing a prank on you?"

Sui Yuan didn’t know, nor was she sure.

She could only picture the face of a boy who always pulled her ponytail, hid her skirts in places she couldn’t find, and after his pranks, would offer her favorite milk candies, telling her "Don’t cry, here’s some candy for you."

But surely, that person’s hands couldn’t reach into the school... right?

"If I were you, I would have lost my patience by now. First, the uniform disappears, then the meal card gets demagnetized, and now the thermos keeps getting smashed—can’t we settle whatever this is after the college entrance exam..."

Sui Yuan gripped her phone but didn’t look at the message again.

She just couldn’t understand how that person knew her contact information?

And how did they know all her information at school?

—

Time passed day by day, and soon it was mid-May.

The weather gradually grew warmer, and in Wucheng, May was the most comfortable month of the year.

Senior students were still frantically sprinting towards the college entrance exam.

The juniors and sophomores were busy with sports meetings, various activities, and competitions.

Lu Mian found herself with some free time, aside from her unshakable routine of reading novels, she was trying to find Yun Zhijuan’s whereabouts.

Yun Zhijuan had mysteriously disappeared for a month.

Though Lu Mian didn’t show it, she was very worried, and privately utilized many methods and connections to look for him.

This should have been the temporary leader’s duty, but she did not trust the chief of the first team. Yet she couldn’t find the person and was preempted by the chief of the first team.

The Demon somehow got hold of the news, saying Yun Zhijuan was on a secret mission.

Everyone relaxed, but Lu Mian felt like she had missed the chance to become the leader and it hurt a bit...

What was more depressing was that before Yun Lao left, he dealt with two major issues.

The first was sealing her command authorization. A month had passed, Yun Lao was no longer available, and there was no one to help her unlock it. The second was restricting her ID card, which prevented her from getting a marriage certificate with Director Qimo.

In her heart, Lu Mian cursed Yun Zhijuan’s ancestors for eighteen generations.

However, there was still good news in May.

A thrilling update came from Shuitian Farm: the technology for extracting Netherman had matured, and the first batch of the RE Factor specialty drug for internal use could officially be put into clinical application!

When Xiao Qimo informed Lu Mian about this, she first made a call to Pan Jiancheng, the head of the medical team at the farm.

"Head Pan."

"Miss Lu, I, old Pan, have finally lived up to your expectations!"

Lu Mian was moved, "Thank you, Head Pan."

"What are you thanking me for? It’s our lab’s entire staff who should be thanking you. If it hadn’t been for you cultivating the Netherman correctly, we’d still be like headless flies right now."

Lu Mian chuckled.

"I heard from Mr. Qimo that you are applying for Qing University. Qing University is great. I’m very familiar with the dean of the Biomedical Department there. Apply for that major, I will pave the way for you, and your future will be boundless."

Lu Mian coughed a few times, "Head Pan, there’s no need."

"How can there be no need? With your brains, it would be a pity not to go into research..."

Pan Jiancheng rattled on for quite a bit, and after listening for a while, Lu Mian cut him off with a laugh.

"Head Pan, you can continue to expand and delve deeper into the research on RE Factor medicines. I believe you can maximize the effectiveness of the RE Factor. Don’t worry about the subsequent funding at all, Director Qimo and I will fully support you."

Pan Jiancheng’s attention was immediately captured by the project fund, and knowing there was no issue with money, he was beyond thrilled.

As a humble group leader who was always worried about funding, he was constantly anxious that Mr. Qimo would cut off the financial flow and stop allocating funds to them.

"That’s excellent. We researchers love patrons like you. Miss Lu, rest assured, although the first batch of specialty drugs is limited, they are all prioritized for your use!"

Lu Mian smiled and hung up the phone.

Xiao Qimo waved his cellphone to Lu Mian, "I’ve already booked the tickets back to Jinjing for Mo Si."

"You understand me." Lu Mian didn’t have time to say much more. She tiptoed, quickly pressed a kiss on Xiao Qimo’s cheek, and then darted into the bedroom.

Xiao Qimo: ...It felt like he was being brushed off.

Lu Mian immediately called her uncle Fu Yu, briefly spoke to him about preparing for the surgery, and didn’t have time to reveal more.

On this end, Fu Yu was surprisingly cut off and rubbed his somewhat painful eye sockets, still finding it hard to believe.

Mianmian said there was hope for healing his eyes and even asked him to be ready in the next few days because the surgery was being arranged.

It was unbelievable...

He had actually decided to have his eyeballs removed.

This visit to his brother and sister-in-law’s house was to discuss this very matter.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yao curiously asked.

"Was that a call from Mianmian?"

Fu Yu, unable to see his brother’s expression, just nodded, "She has arranged the surgery and the doctor for me."

Fu Yao frowned, "Don’t you already have a chief physician? There’s no need for her to arrange that."

"Dr. Du Changyi’s surgery is to remove the eyeball, but the operation Mianmian has arranged for me... is to repair the eyeball. It’s different."

"This..." Fu Yao felt it was unreliable: "Dr. Du Changyi is the best ophthalmologist in Jinjing, and he said removing it was the only way. Who did Lu Mian find that could actually repair your eyeball?"

Fu Yu trusted Lu Mian completely and explained, "The person Mianmian found must be reliable."