Evolving infinitely from ground zero

Chapter 140: 116, the only Genetic Integrator among the newborns

Chapter 140: 116, the only Genetic Integrator among the newborns

Lin Zichen had stayed at the research institute for a long time, only leaving at 10 p.m.

When he returned to the dormitory, Shen Qinghan was fiddling around in the kitchen.

She wasn’t cooking, just arranging the condiments.

Seeing Lin Zichen at the kitchen’s entrance, Shen Qinghan looked at him and said, “Xiao Chen, you stayed at Tianren Pavilion for quite a while huh, I was actually hoping to cook dinner with you tonight.”

“No worries, if we can’t have dinner, we can make a midnight snack.”

“I don’t want to, eating midnight snacks will make you fat.”

“With such a large amount of exercise, it won’t make you fat.”

“Seems like it.” Shen Qinghan said with a laugh, and then playfully asked, “What do you want for your midnight snack? I’ll make it for you now.”

After thinking for a moment, Lin Zichen said, “Then let’s have noodles. It seems like it’s been a long time since I’ve had your noodles; I want to try them.”

“Okay, I’ll make noodles for you.”

Shen Qinghan said and took two pieces of noodle dough, starting to make noodles for Lin Zichen to eat.

About ten minutes later.

The noodles were ready.

It was made simply, with a fried egg, a few pieces of meat, and some greens.

After finishing the noodles.

And washing the dishes.

Shen Qinghan, her arm looped through Lin Zichen’s, coyly said, “Xiao Chen, how about we take a bath together later?”

Lin Zichen: “Mhm, I’ll scrub your back.”

Shen Qinghan pursed her cherry lips, a faint blush on her cheeks as she said in a soft voice, “Just scrubbing the back is so greasy, how about… scrubbing some other places too?”

Lin Zichen: “You tell me where to scrub, and I’ll scrub.”

Shen Qinghan smiled delightedly and said, “Then as a reward, you let me scrub anywhere, and I’ll help you scrub there too.”

The next day, at 5:30 a.m.

Lin Zichen was used to waking up early; he opened his eyes before it was fully light outside.

In contrast, Shen Qinghan was still curled up in bed, fast asleep.

Lin Zichen wiped the drool from her mouth and quietly left the room to do his morning exercises in the training room.

By about 7:15 a.m.

Shen Qinghan finally woke up, lazily emerging from the room.

She never wore makeup and didn’t have to get up early to apply makeup like other girls did.

Classes started at 8 a.m., so she could afford to sleep until 7:15 a.m.

After a simple grooming session.

Shen Qinghan slung over her shoulder a small crossbody bag that Lin Zichen had made for her, and left the house with him.

After going down the elevator, the two went their separate ways.

Shen Qinghan walked leisurely toward the teaching building of Evolution College with an umbrella in one hand and a small fan blowing on her face; she was going to attend the entrance class meeting and get to know the new college classmates.

Lin Zichen headed for the Pure Human Research Institute, located in a secluded corner, to get acquainted with the other members of Tianren Pavilion, namely the three senior martial arts students who had reached the peak of the student rankings.

Five minutes later.

Lin Zichen arrived at the Pure Human Research Institute.

His speed was even faster than yesterday when Song Yuyan had taken him there on a motorcycle.

Entering the institute, where it was silent and not even the lights were on.

Lin Zichen used [Danger Perception] to sense the biological pressures within the institute and found that the entire place had only one person, Song Yuyan, in the living and leisure area.

He withdrew his sensing and walked toward the front living and leisure area.

Upon entering, he saw Song Yuyan wearing pajamas and doing yoga on a mat, showcasing her curvaceous figure to full effect.

“You’re here so early?”

Song Yuyan, continuing her difficult yoga poses, smiled and said to him.

Lin Zichen responded with a smile, “Sister Yan, you arrived earlier than me.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t arrive earlier than you, I’ve just been living at the institute.”

“Why live at the institute?”

Lin Zichen was puzzled; the institute looked like a storeroom, and staying here couldn’t be as comfortable as being at home.

Song Yuyan explained, “To save money. Living in the institute, the school pays for utilities, during the summer with AC, I can save several hundred a month.”

Just to save those few hundred bucks?

Lin Zichen found it somewhat unbelievable.

After all, with a status like Song Yuyan’s, an annual salary of a million wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Yet she was even frugal with a few hundred bucks of utility fees.

That seemed excessively thrifty.

Wondering, Lin Zichen asked, “Sister Yan, when do the dean and those three seniors usually come to the institute?”

“Those three usually won’t come to the institute until around 10 in the morning, and as for the dean, the timing isn’t very fixed, since he often needs to go out and mingle with his old flames.”

“Those?”

Lin Zichen felt like he had stumbled upon some incredible information and asked curiously, “How many old flames does the dean have?”

“Oh, so many. I know of more than ten.”

“The dean is truly impressive!”

Lin Zichen said admiringly.

Song Yuyan bitter-sweetly smiled and said, “There’s no helping it. The funding the school provides is too little; it’s not enough to support the daily needs of the institute, so the dean has to go out and use his charm to attract investments.”

Hearing this, Lin Zichen instantly felt Liu Chuanwu’s image grow in stature.

Ten minutes later.

Song Yuyan finished yoga and took Lin Zichen into her private research lab.

She went to a cupboard, took out a stack of documents, and handed them to Lin Zichen, saying, “This is the research results and directions of Tianren Pavilion over the years. Have a look when you’re free, just to familiarize yourself a bit with the content.”

Lin Zichen received the documents, as thick as a dictionary.

“There’s a lot of material, just skim through to get familiar, no need to look too closely. Otherwise, you might not finish by the end of the semester.”

After saying this, Song Yuyan went to her desk and sat down, beginning her research for the day.