The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”?” The person looked at her in surprise.

Leony Davidson slightly raised her chin, her eyes and brows carrying a chill: ”I just checked the data from the tutor’s computer, and the conclusion on the tutor’s computer is that the element content is 11.2.”

Theirs is 11.02.

The group members immediately reacted the same as she did, breathed a sigh of relief, patted their chests, and calmed down a bit.

...

Both sides had already submitted their own experimental data, and next is the comparison of results.

After all, this isn’t a very formal competition, just a small conflict within the level 8 laboratory, not worth mentioning several tutors coming to score or anything.

The two groups were just comparing who did better, faster, and whose data was more accurate.

Harvey Cadorette saw Orson Saban take both sides’ data, sitting in front of the computer, repeatedly simulating the experiment several times, frowning, sometimes deep in thought.

He just needed to come forward and urge: ”Teacher, you can announce the results now.”

Orson Saban was still looking at the several sets of experimental data on the computer, each computer simulation showed 11.2, he already knew in his heart.

”Teacher?” Harvey Cadorette cautiously called him again, softly saying, ”Nathalie and Leony are still waiting for your results.”

Orson Saban removed his hands from the computer, and his gaze moved away from the screen.

He turned around, first looking at Harvey Cadorette.

Harvey was looked at by him with uncertainty in his heart, anxious: ”Teacher, Nathalie and her team...”

Harvey actually cared more about Nathalie Quinlan’s group’s results, hesitantly whispering to him: ”After getting along for this period, I feel Nathalie actually has quite a talent, if she were pushed out of the level 8 lab because of this small matter, it would be too regrettable. So, teacher, I...”

”You want to speak on her behalf?” Orson Saban looked at him oddly, grabbed two file folders, wasted no words, pulled his chair back and stood up, telling him: ”Let’s go.”

Harvey Cadorette knew Orson Saban’s personality; Orson Saban disliked others going through back doors or forming cliques in the laboratory.

He watched Orson Saban walk away hesitantly and had no choice but to follow him.

*

”The tutor is out.”

”Don’t speak, the tutor is out.”

”...”

When Orson Saban came out, the noisy discussion in the level 8 laboratory gradually quieted down; everyone was waiting for the final results.

Including Williansen Barness, Wincent Sullivan, and Agnes Baker, each one with their expressions tense, visibly nervous.

Orson Saban didn’t look at them; his gaze searched the laboratory and finally saw a girl leaning against the wall in the corner, looking down and playing with her phone.

Compared to Leony Davidson and the others, she was overly calm.

From her kind of calm waves, Orson seemed to see that she knew the result from the start, completely unaffected by the external environment.

The kind of peace from a strong heart, he once saw it in someone else.

Orson Saban withdrew his gaze and looked toward Leony Davidson and the others.

Leony Davidson was obviously not half as calm as Nathalie Quinlan, though Orson could see she tried hard to make herself appear not to care much about the result.

But Orson still noticed her hand clenched tightly at her side, the veins bulging on her hand exposed her unsettled heart.

He couldn’t help but shake his head, regretting it silently.

Orson Saban’s wise eyes looked at Leony Davidson, asking her: ”Are you ready?”

Leony Davidson did not expect Orson to ask her this before announcing the results, there was already some inexplicable anxiety in her heart, but in front of everyone, she couldn’t possibly back down temporarily.