Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

”What are you looking at?”

A deep, cold question came from behind.

Lu Yi instantly sprang up from the chair in front of the surveillance screen.

Standing at attention, he straightened up and reported, ”Young Master, I, I am following your orders, monitoring the robot team delivering gifts, to see if they’ve done a good job...”

Nalan Ye Jue wheeled over to the screen, glanced at the upcoming competition on the screen.

He casually asked, ”Did she eat the snacks?”

Lu Yi reflexively answered, ”The snacks from Xinghua Building were very popular; everyone praised your taste and the gifts. Unfortunately... the little miss didn’t take a single bite.”

Nalan Ye Jue glanced at him, disinterested, ”I was asking if she ate.”

She?

Ah, the Young Master was asking about Miss Qin, not the little miss. I’m doomed.

Lu Yi almost bit his tongue, ”I-I don’t know. Young Master, I mean I didn’t see Miss Qin at the scene. Maybe she didn’t come to watch the competition.”

Nalan Ye Jue frowned deeply.

Didn’t come to watch the competition?

Impossible.

Early in the morning, she was already preparing surgical instruments, and her special surgical knife was in the surgical kit.

She cared so much about this competition. Even if she’s not the captain, not going on the field, she would be there to cheer for her team.

With brooding eyes, his gaze swept over every corner of the surveillance screen.

A fleeting glimpse of his young wife’s back passed by.

His frown slightly eased.

”Notify me the moment she comes out. Dinner is arranged at the Galaxy Family, top floor revolving restaurant, with a private setting.”

After giving these instructions, Nalan Ye Jue turned and left.

Lu Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, sat back down, and couldn’t even enjoy his sunflowers seeds anymore.

Because he had to keep his eyes wide open, searching the screen for any sign of Miss Qin filming—it was a super exhausting task!

==

At this moment, on the competition field.

Qin Xin was intently watching the Imperial University team’s footage on the big screen.

Lan Yingjun was still standing in the lead surgeon’s position.

According to the surgical procedure, Hu Yi, as the assistant, first informed the patient of all the precautions and possible risks and asked the patient to sign the risk consent form.

The over sixty-year-old scavenger, uneducated, could hardly understand those technical terms and couldn’t sign his name. Still, Hu Yi patiently helped by holding his hand, despite the age spots, to press the fingerprint.

Qin Xin slightly curved her lips at the screen.

Hu Yi, this rough man, turned out to have such a considerate and gentle side. Truly, the future holds promise.

Beside Hu Yi was Huo Zhen, who was helping the elderly man measure blood pressure and other basic data, silently and without saying a word. Faced with the dull data, he was unusually serious, and even when Hu Yi accidentally stepped on his foot, he didn’t make a sound.

You little fool...

Qin Xin sighed.

She turned her gaze to Ao Xinghao, who was methodically preparing for the surgery by disinfecting.

Seeing the usually arrogant boy who wouldn’t even bother to write an extra word in his assignments, now seriously disinfecting the operating table’s handles with alcohol swabs more than three times... Qin Xin’s lips curved up again.

However, recalling Ao Xinghao’s sudden hug earlier, her lips twitched a bit.

Ao Chongchong really is someone who appears frivolous but is actually very sensitive inside.

It’s not like it’s a farewell hug, what’s there to hug about?

She looked at the screen, where Ao Xinghao was occasionally baring his teeth and rubbing his arm, and couldn’t help but smile again—he was punched off by her just after he hugged her.

His arm must still be sore, right?