At the leftmost lab bench, a researcher mysteriously pulled out a stack of yellow talisman papers and plastered them all over a petri dish.
He Dong dared not disturb the second young master, but ordinary researchers were fair game.
He walked up to the man sticking on talismans and asked quietly in confusion, "What are you doing?"
The man glared at him. "Shoo, shoo! Get lost. Don't interrupt my experiment."
He Dong wore a strange expression. "Are you conducting an experiment or performing a ritual? You call this science? This is clearly mysticism."
"What the hell do you know? Science ends in mysticism." As the researcher spoke, he suddenly began dancing with excitement.
"Hahaha! It worked! The experiment succeeded! Those talismans really do work!"
"Lunatic." He Dong hurriedly moved farther away, afraid some bad luck might rub off on him.
But he had barely taken two steps before he saw an even stranger researcher actually banging his head against the lab bench in worship.
"Bless me, gods! Bless me, gods!"
He Dong said, "...Another one gone mad."
"Hahaha... Wearing pink really does work!" An excited burst of laughter suddenly rang out.
He Dong's expression changed. Oh no. Has the second young master gone mad too?
He hurried over to Gao Wenyuan. "S-second young master, are you all right?"
Gao Wenyuan's smile instantly vanished, and he gave He Dong an impassive glance.
Imitating Doctor's movements, he gently pressed his index finger against the bridge of his glasses and pushed them up his nose. His motion was slow and precise, like a nanoprobe calibrating coordinates, without the slightest unnecessary movement.
Only after adjusting his glasses did he say slowly, "What is it?"
Seeing that Gao Wenyuan had returned to normal, He Dong breathed a small sigh of relief and hurriedly explained that