I Exchange Black Technology by Crushing the School Bully
Chapter 951

The Day They Shot Me, I Still Wouldn't Have an Answer

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December 12, 6:00 a.m.

The Dean's Office, School of Pharmacy.

Two figures in silk pajamas, one blue and one pink, stood in the spacious room. The blue pajamas were printed with a yellow puppy, while the pink ones had a white puppy on the back. The two puppies leaned against each other from afar, with little red heart bubbles floating above their heads.

Their movements were identical, too. Each held a plate piled with steamed buns in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, pacing back and forth while eating in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside the windows was not the morning view of Yemo City, but a vast, snow-white program interface.

A three-meter-tall heart model stood on each window. The vivid colors and immense scale made every heart model look striking and mysterious, like the statues of gods and heavenly kings in a temple—only more bewitching in form. The longer one looked, the more they resembled some kind of Alien Creature floating in dense fog.

The models came in all sorts of colors and forms: deep-yellow and pale-yellow nerve models, red blood-vessel models, pink muscle models...

At first glance, they looked merely like anatomical diagrams of hearts at different levels. Only after walking closer could one discover how astonishingly intricate each model was. The densely arranged cells brought to mind fine threads interwoven through fabric, as if a painter had copied a gigantic oil painting through a microscope.

The models were not even static. They changed slowly every moment. The nerves inside the hearts wandered about like living creatures, while the blood vessels and muscles shifted gradually. They represented the optimal hearts produced from different parameter inputs!

"No matter how I look at it, I feel the model is already mature," Song He sighed softly, scratching the

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