Actually, I’m already scared.
In Professor Lanaya’s eyes, the four people who came today are all members of Professor Fu’s team or collaborative team.
But to the waitress, Sunny, it’s an unprecedented luxurious lineup of Transcendents, a gathering of top figures from the Academy with question marks above their heads.
No matter how much she tries to reassure herself, it’s inevitable to suspect whether she has become an animal in an experimental park, lined up for viewing and possibly even dissected on site.
On the contrary, treating everyone equally and exhibiting a pure diner posture makes it less likely for someone to flee under the pretense of fetching wine.
"Didn’t you already take her drinking..."
Even though Miss Liushuang is indeed young, for the constitution of a Transcendent, alcohol needs proactive cooperation to be effective, making Professor Fu’s excuse seem so perfunctory.
Lanaya almost had black lines across her forehead at that moment, immediately bringing up the other’s sinful conduct.
"So didn’t I order a portion in the end?"
Fu Qian looked puzzled, as if not understanding why the other party was so difficult to communicate with.
...
"I heard Cass say that thing is prepared for trips? What do you use it for?"
While leading the Punishment Department, Lanaya is definitely not a match, to the point where Lisa, originally determined to stay as an observer, couldn’t stand it any longer and proactively changed the topic.
Clearly, Cass didn’t hide what’s in the box, leaving her puzzled for a while.
And as soon as she raised the question, it was apparent that everyone’s expressions were different at that moment, but the common reaction was to look over in unison.
"Yes, for external field research."
Fu Qian didn’t hide, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Professor Fu really works hard..."
Unfortunately, this reason feels even more superficial, completely within the realm of copying and pasting.
Yet Lanaya couldn’t help but express her criticism, while her mouth bore a slightly uncontrollable smile.
"I’m used to it, my style is such, I really can’t sit idle."
Fu Qian seemed completely oblivious to the other undertones, sighed with a sense of utmost dedication.
"That thing was prepared as a small tool by the principal for me. To us academics, power is never everything."
Even turned to Lisa the next moment, earnestly teaching.
"Got it——"
Lisa seemed to be regretting her inability to control her mouth, almost obliged through gritted teeth.
"Your drinks are here."
Fortunately, the waitress did not flee, Sunny aptly returned with the drinks, making this interaction no longer necessary.
"Smells good."
Professor Fu immediately took a shallow sniff, praising highly, even proactively reaching out to take one.
Ah—
Sunny was somewhat overreactive today, originally prepared to distribute the wine to everyone, she reflexively shrank back, knocking over the already opened bottle.
However, years of professional ethos were reflected; as Professor Fu casually steadied it, she reflexively caught hold with far more agility than an ordinary person.
...
Though some things aren’t a secret anymore, they somewhat revealed a hint of extraordinary attributes.
At that moment, Sunny almost stood frozen, reacting like touching a live wire and swiftly retracted her hand from Fu Qian’s palm.
"Then it’s much appreciated."
This scene looked somewhat ambiguous, yet Professor Fu continued to instruct unceremoniously, retracting his hand the next moment to motion for her to proceed.
"Alright..."
Mumbling quietly, Sunny ultimately did not flee, truly took the bottle continuing.
"Indeed nice, even the aroma seems intoxicating."
Among the somewhat dazed stares of the crowd, Fu Qian remained unchanged about everything, even truly raised the cup for a detailed evaluation.
Whether his words may be somewhat exaggerated—
From the spot Sunny had just pressed, the sensation quickly turned feverish, as if flames were burning.
Even mentally, a strand of frenzy rose up.
Crimson Frenzy.
Something tasted not long ago.
And from this angle, previously panic-stricken Sunny already had a touch of unusually cold, dead calm in her eyes.
...
The fate of a so-called tool person, once a misstep, there’s no turning back.