Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 58: Nalan Group’s Super-Powered Machines!
In the Disciplinary Room.
Huangfu Qian kept chattering nonstop, clamoring to investigate the student handbook and drag out Lan Qingxin’s miserably poor and ugly guardian.
Something strange happened.
Zhang Youquan instructed the students in the Disciplinary Room to check the handbook records, but they couldn’t find any records of Lan Qingxin.
"Is it because she bought her auditing student status?" Yu Xiaochun remembered the secret Qin Wenrou told her and quickly spoke up.
Zhang Youquan frowned, "Even auditing students should have records."
Yet, they just couldn’t find Lan Qingxin’s records.
"Haha, no records means she’s a blacklisted student; good, send her straight to the police station!" Huangfu Qian got even more smug. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
However.
The smugness lasted less than three seconds.
The door to the Disciplinary Room suddenly swung open from the outside.
"Make way!"
"Quickly, clear a path!"
Everyone was bewildered, not knowing what was happening until they saw several engineers escorting a medical robot, slowly moving into the room.
Class 2 students outside almost dropped their eyes to the floor:
"Is this the robot from the laboratory?"
"Damn, it’s so exquisite... I’ve never seen anything like it before!"
Only Ao Meng stayed a bit calm, resting her chin on her hand, and sighed, "This isn’t even that exquisite. I heard the Nalan Group has even more impressive robots, which they’ve developed to look almost like real people, but ordinary people can’t even encounter that level..."
Zhang Youquan was a bit dumbfounded, "This robot..."
The engineer pressed a few buttons on the robot’s arm, and immediately, a screen appeared on the robotic arm.
"Weren’t you asking to check the surveillance? We’ve got it for you, 12:45 PM, the section facing the cafeteria from Window 8, right?"
The engineer adjusted the timeline, and the screen quickly played the footage.
It was precisely when Huangfu Qian and several others, after getting their meals, sat by the window.
Huangfu Qian’s face changed!
Qin Wenrou’s pupils contracted even more, never expecting.
The robot Lan Qingxin mentioned from the Astronomical Physics Laboratory’s Window 8, actually existed, and the robot had an automatic camera, and it just happened to be recording.
The key point is, only Ph.D. students and their supervisors are allowed into the lab, a place even the Disciplinary Department dares not meddle with, and now the lab proactively delivered the experimental robot right to them!
They watched this almost impossible event unfold before their eyes, feeling breathless.
Qin Wenrou closed her eyes briefly, trying hard to stay calm, and gave Huangfu Qian a glance: Don’t panic, it’s just a surveillance camera, separated by a building and two windows, it definitely can’t capture clearly.
Even the cameras in the same room are blurry.
Not to mention, this is just footage of the building opposite the cafeteria.
It surely won’t capture any evidence unfavorable to them.
Huangfu Qian reassured herself with the same thought.
However...
In the next second.
The robot’s lens suddenly zoomed in!
Like a high-power telescope used in astrophysics, capturing the scene across a building clearly as if taken by a high-definition camera, every detail visible down to an ant’s leg!
By the window of the cafeteria, Huangfu Qian and the others were surreptitiously taking a plastic bag out of their bag, then covering their noses while dumping the contents into their meals.
Under the high-definition lens, what they were pouring in was crystal clear!
Dead cockroaches.
Rat droppings.
And some wingless moths...
Clearly swept out from the garbage pile in the restroom!
Then.
They took this "intentionally spoiled" food to Xiangxiang, looking for trouble!
So this is the truth...
Inside the room, it went silent as a chicken in an instant.
Everyone was stunned for several seconds before they all turned their gaze to the always indifferent Qin Xin—
And someone was still playing with her old mobile phone!
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