Nathalie Quinlan just got provoked by someone’s "Nathalie the Goddess," she told him to forget it, then casually opened the rear car door.

Neat and efficient boarding.

Sadam Vinson immediately guessed that Amadeus must have pulled some stunt to flirt with her again. He helplessly rubbed his nose, force-fed with dog food, and skillfully digested it. Then, before Amadeus Yancey got into the car, he suddenly seemed excited, leaned over, and asked: "Hey Nathalie, tomorrow is the group assessment. How’s it going? Are you nervous? Feeling confident this time?"

Nathalie Quinlan had just received a message from Wincent Sullivan asking her to go home and rest early and informing her of the 8:30 AM meeting in the lecture hall. She just replied and heard Sadam’s words, lifted her eyelids, her clear black eyes looking at him.

Just a glance.

Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t spoken.

Sadam Vinson immediately understood the answer, very knowingly touched his earlobe, showing an expression of "I get it": "You don’t need to answer, I know."

Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyebrow, with an amused expression, her voice a bit hoarse, casually: "I haven’t said anything yet."

It seems she hadn’t said a word.

He already knew.

Sadam Vinson laughed, glanced at the girl, chuckling: "We ask, it’s first place, right!"

Nathalie Quinlan looked at him for a moment, silently withdrew her line of sight, set her phone down, lowered her gaze, somewhat casually said: "This time, it’s not certain."

It was the first time Sadam Vinson heard her say it’s not certain, slightly intrigued, just about to ask her.

Amadeus Yancey went around to the other side to get in the car, turned on the air conditioner, with warm air flowing inside, the temperature rising quickly.

In stark contrast to the cold night wind outside.

"What are you guys talking about?"

The man’s voice is deep and pleasant.

Sadam Vinson noisily interrupted: "Tomorrow’s group assessment, I’m asking Nathalie if she’s confident, and she says not sure."

Amadeus Yancey rarely heard such uncertain words like "not certain" from the girl, Nathalie’s dictionary always had absolute confidence, and that confidence was not blind but a recognition of her abilities.

He turned his head, also looked at the girl in the back seat.

"..." Nathalie Quinlan was stared at by both of them, pursed her lips, reached out to take off her duckbill cap, looking at them helplessly: "Why are you guys looking at me?"

Sadam Vinson said nothing, yet his gaze seemed to say ’you have moments of uncertainty.’

"...Not really." Nathalie Quinlan paused, then somewhat speechlessly reached up to rub her forehead: "I’m a person, not a goddess."

"I haven’t systematically engaged with the laboratory before, only started systematically engaging in the past month, some things I’m just beginning to explore, consider me a rookie."

The actual difficulty of laboratory operations is much greater than that of computer-simulated experiments.

The computer can help you avoid some common mistakes, but the real laboratory won’t have big data to filter these for you.

A small error could lead to a failed experimental result.

And she needs to spend a lot of time and effort to conduct a complete experiment.

Nathalie Quinlan is also gradually exploring and investigating.

Fortunately, Wincent Sullivan and Agnes Baker occasionally share some practical experience with her, and although Williansen Barness doesn’t talk much, he occasionally guides her.

In some aspects, Nathalie Quinlan is indeed a rookie in the laboratory.

As she said this,

Sadam Vinson finally withdrew his line of sight, patted his chest, still nagging: "Oh my, Nathalie, hearing you, it’s the first time I feel you’ve descended to the mortal world, finally sharing the same worries as us commoners."