Chapter 208: Donation

Of course I should call you teacher! After the top-floor incident at the research institute was exposed, many parents or descendants of regressors caused a scene downstairs, and the National Security Council temporarily came to settle everything.

Your donation to all regressor families two days from now is now common knowledge.

Although the dead cannot be revived, it has comforted many families; after all, those regressors were destined to die, yet now they can receive an unexpected fortune—why not?

To our research institute and to the common people, you are a savior.

When Su Mian heard the two words 'donation,' she slightly curled her fingers.

She was quite aware that she had never done such a thing.

Who donated the huge sum, and who attributed this donation to her name— the answer goes without saying.

Besides feeling moved, she felt more relief and guilt, knowing that A Si had done all this, surely sacrificing a great deal, while she herself hadn't lifted a finger to help.

As soon as she opened her eyes, it seemed all the storms had been calmed, and she felt like she had merely briefly fallen into the water, only to be safely brought back to a harbor.

By the way, Su Mian teacher? What are you doing here?

Just taking a walk," Su Mian said, then quickly changed the subject: "Today… it's New Year's Eve, aren't you going home?"

The male student froze for a moment, then laughed, his laugh tinged with helplessness.

I can't go back; the project deadline is these few days, and the data still isn't finished." He lowered his voice, "And you don't know? Those reporters outside are going crazy—we don't dare go out.

Reporters?

Exactly, it's the news about that health center." The little girl said, "Although our research institute and the health center aren't the same thing, they're related—after all, they're under the same banner. A swarm of reporters came for interviews, and the leaders have been meeting until they're sick these days.

As she spoke, her phone rang; she glanced at it, and her expression changed.

Oh no, oh no, my senior is urging me on—teacher, I'm leaving first!

She clutched the documents and ran off.

Su Mian stood where she was, thought for a moment, then continued walking forward.

In her thoughts, Su Mian stopped in front of the office that used to belong to Ma Youhui; the light was still on, indicating someone inside—who could it be? She couldn't help but wonder, and just then the person inside opened the door.

Both of them froze.

Ragdoll cat… you're awake.

The girl with chestnut-long hair looked at her and her first expression was pure delight, while Su Mian also recognized her; Su Mian apparently still hadn't reacted, and the person opposite had already reached out a hand.

We could say this is our first meeting in reality, Saintess?

Upon hearing that title, Su Mian inexplicably felt embarrassed, glared at her, and her peripheral vision fell on the interior.

Nothing much has changed here; it's still glass cabinets filled with various bottles and jars, and not far away the centrifuge is still running.

And Tiffany, who once participated in a game with Su Mian as an herbalist, actually made her feel both unexpected and yet understandable.

How did you end up here?

Tiffany pulled her hand inside, 'Do you still remember the post you saw on the player software about the progressive regression symbiosis theory research?'

Su Mian certainly remembered; that team's points tied to life and death had sparked a major discussion at the time.

Currently, this conclusion has also been confirmed to be correct.

Back then, that team had five people in total: a news conference reporter, two renowned university pharmacy graduate students, the current top-ranked tattoo on the player leaderboard, and a medical worker.

So… Tiffany should be one of those pharmacy graduate students.

Tiffany saw Su Mian's expression and knew she had guessed correctly; she smiled sheepishly.

I was originally planning to study abroad, but a biological research institute contacted me, hoping I'd come as an intern; I initially disagreed, but… I heard your name.

Tiffany waved her hand again, 'You don't need to feel pressured; I myself later also wanted to come back.'

Because after those dirty deeds were exposed, I felt this place still needed me more, and also… the rules remain unchanged, and the survival rate is still low.

Her eyelids drooped, she wore a worried frown, and Su Mian reached out to hug her.

It's okay; everything will get better.

Tiffany nodded at her, 'Mm! With you here, everything will get better!'

Su Mian lowered her eyes, not responding.

Is she here?

After chatting for a while, we learned that Tiffany's real name is He Chuning; at birth, someone calculated her eight characters and said she lacked wood, so they gave her this name.

Perhaps people sometimes have to believe in fate; her later profession and career are basically related to Chinese medicine and herbs.

Following her advisor's suggestion, her research project for studying abroad was changed to an intelligent technology direction.

But for various reasons, she came to intern at the biological research institute, a place once infamous.

Because of Su Mian and the National Security Council, it once again stands before the world, bearing the hope of future cross-world survival rates.

By the way… how much longer do I need to stay here?

When Su Mian asked that, He Chuning obviously froze, she scratched her head, truly not understanding what it meant.

You can leave anytime you want—why stay here?

After the words fell, the air sank into a long silence.

The atmosphere felt off, and He Chuning finally realized she might have said the wrong thing.

She was sweating profusely, looking at Su Mian's eyes that shifted unpredictably, yet it didn't quite look like anger; the emotion in her pupils was something she couldn't read.

The two added each other on WeChat; Su Mian then softly closed the door and left. When she returned to her room, she saw A Si sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

What do you want to watch on TV today, Mian Mian?

Su Mian walked over, didn't answer right away, 'I don't really feel like watching today.'

She sat to the side, seeming uninterested, and A Si didn't insist, exiting the interface.

What about the game? Is there any game you want to play? We haven't cleared the spring man we played yesterday—do you want to play it?

Su Mian shook her head again, turned to face A Si, 'A Si, could you tell me why you kept me here?'

A Si's hand paused, he fell silent for a moment, then finally put down the remote; Su Mian sighed, 'You don't want to say? Then let me guess.'

Because I acted stubbornly, taking huge risks to become bait, I arrogantly challenged the Lord God of the former Script Killing World single‑handedly, and almost died in the end.

You're furious with my actions, so you locked me up here to…… uh, punish me?

Su Mian couldn't even go on speaking; when she rushed into those eyes full of only herself, she couldn't utter a word.

At Si Shi, he stayed silent, simply pulling Su Mian into his arms, kissing her lips, and holding them.

He pried open her lips and teeth, deepening it inch by inch, then it grew increasingly intense and unrestrained, as if venting these days' emotions.