Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

The office was very quiet.

Professor Niu paused for a moment.

"Well... let’s just leave it here for now."

He took the document written by Bai Mo and casually stacked it on top of a pile of materials nearby.

Chen Wenquan was taken aback!

What does "leave it here for now" mean?

How long till it’s looked at?

Professor Niu doesn’t plan to read it, but he gave him this face by accepting the document?

"Uh..."

Chen Wenquan wanted to say more but didn’t know how to start.

He had no choice but to turn around and leave.

He heard a soft laugh behind him from Professor Niu.

"Ha, robustness... these young kids have quite high aspirations nowadays."

Professor Meng, next to him, also laughed out loud.

"The youngsters like to steal the limelight."

Chen Wenquan frowned.

From the tone of these old fellows, it seems they really don’t plan to look at it?

Then, at this very moment!

Li Fangming’s voice rang out!

"What robustness?

"Who wrote this stuff?

"Was it Bai Mo?"

Suddenly, the office became quiet.

Was the document written by that Bai Mo?

The story between Professor Li Fangming and Bai Mo was known and laughed about privately. At this moment, everyone turned to look, first at Li Fangming and then at Chen Wenquan, all waiting to see the drama unfold.

Li Fangming stood up, went directly to Professor Niu’s desk, picked up the document, and saw the signature "Bai Mo."

Immediately, he changed to holding the document with both hands!

"I need to really point out the flaws and critique this!"

Though he spoke thus, he held the document as if it were a treasure and returned to his own desk.

He pushed all the work aside, spread Bai Mo’s document on his desk, touched it, and solemnly opened it.

The atmosphere in the office was a bit odd.

Everyone felt that something was off with Li Fangming?

Was he going to critique Bai Mo?

Why did it look like he had just received a martial arts secret manual?

Was it an illusion?

Chen Wenquan sat back at his desk, secretly glanced at Li Fangming.

He saw this bald-headed, pot-bellied middle-aged fatty, seriously flipping through Bai Mo’s document!

While reading, he took fresh paper and pen for simulation.

He opened his computer, launched the simulation software, and began adjusting the parameters.

Li Fangming simulated quickly, finishing a piece of paper in no time.

The software simulation was fast too, soon producing several function graphs.

In the end, he smiled but quickly withdrew his smile, noticing someone was watching him.

He frowned, momentarily awkward.

He walked over to Chen Wenquan’s desk, and hesitantly spoke.

"Old Chen!

"This... Bai Mo’s idea this time is very good!

"As for the last incident... uh...

"Are there any high-end hotels in West State City?

"I’ll book a meal, host it, and ask you to invite Bai Mo to dine together.

"I’ll have him... let him apologize to me at the dining table!"

The office atmosphere grew more peculiar.

The professors glanced at Li Fangming, noted his awkward demeanor.

Then they looked at the thin document on his desk.

Strange thoughts arose in their minds... could it be that Bai Mo, this undergraduate, really came up with a solution to enhance the system’s robustness?

...

When busy, days pass quickly.

The students in the experimental class attended classes in the teaching building daily; during breaks, they interned in the office building, busy day in and day out, unknowingly withered more leaves, chilled the autumn evening wind, and darkened their own circles under their eyes.

Finally, this evening, thirty students walked through the long corridor toward the office building’s entrance.

Despite the corridor’s atmosphere being as murderous as ever, they couldn’t help but reveal relaxed smiles.

Because... their internship ended!

As they walked, they clustered together in twos and threes, speaking softly.

"Hehehe, shall we dine out tonight?"

"This internship really wore me out."

"It was super intense."

Bai Mo walked at the back of the group, dressed in black sportswear, with a flaming red Chongchong Fox perched on his shoulder, hands in pockets, face expressionless.

In reality, his divine sense extended like invisible probes toward the large iron doors on both sides of the corridor.

He observed the warehouses’ medicine cabinets, with various medicines categorically organized. Premium medicinal herbs from Yaochi Holy Land were carefully preserved.

Next door to the warehouse, in a big office, Li Fangming and the others had completed another simulation and were happily clapping and celebrating at the computer. The thick stack of manuscripts beside Li Fangming’s desk was the specific plan designed based on Bai Mo’s robustness ideas.

In the adjacent self-study room, Professor Zhang was diligently writing, learning the knowledge related to this refinement. His dark circles were thicker than those of the students. Coupled with hair loss, he no longer resembled the middle-aged handsome uncle, but more like a bald panda.

In the self-study room next door, in the Alchemy Operation Room, engineers dressed in dust-free clothes were debugging a modern technology-style Alchemy Furnace.

Bai Mo grinned, revealing his big white teeth.

So far, everything had been successful!

Despite Professor Zhang’s qualifications, facing the advancement ceremony was like facing a heavenly moat, utterly impossible to cross... but modern technology had built a bridge from this end of the heavenly moat to the opposite shore.

"Eighty percent?

"The probability of successful refinement could be eighty percent?"

Bai Mo estimated in his heart.

"This success rate is already very high.

"Once Professor Zhang completes the refinement and ignites the flame within his body, I’ll give him a piece of my Pill Fire, allowing him to obtain my next Secret Medicine, my Alchemist’s Fire!"