Chapter 38 1/2

“Cen Lang retraced doubts from the expected results, brainstormed, and even dared not mess with pheromones, quietly lurking.

Jiang Li is the caregiver, without a doubt. That tiny red mole, which he had seen countless times, was visible every time he stood beside Jiang Li. Both Jiang Li and the caregiver were good at hygiene and loved disinfection.

The pregnancy of six months can be converted into a scoring system, and since the encounter in the underground city, it has been exactly six months. From a timing perspective, Cen Lang could entirely be a suspect.

In terms of motive, although the caregiver ultimately only got fifty thousand, he speculated that the caregiver came prepared, mistakenly thinking that fifty thousand wasn’t the focus. Exactly fifty thousand is the focus; it doesn’t attract doctors but would attract a poor medical student.

The biggest puzzle is why Jiang Li kept being the caregiver a secret from him. They’ve been through life and death, and Jiang Fu doesn’t shy away from his poverty, so why not confess his caregiver experience but always try to distance himself?

Clearly, Jiang Li is hiding a secret directly related to him—something he doesn’t want him to know. He is pregnant, and the child is his. Everything matches up; objective conditions allow for it; whether it’s his or not, it is his.

He had suspected Jiang Li based on intuition before, but Jiang Li’s behavior at the entrance of the underground city made him completely dismiss his suspicions.

Cen Lang dared not speculate on the pregnancy process, but one question had to be faced: Can Jiang Li resist his pheromones? Did he suffer in the underground city?

He dared not assume that Jiang Li was acting at the entrance of the underground city.

On stage, Chen Liufeng began to wrap up, mentioning prospects and shortcomings.

“Everyone applies bio-skin according to the original facial muscle direction, presenting a unique effect. However, it also has shortcomings; you can’t adjust the post-disguise effect according to personal preferences. Next, I will conduct more research in this area.”

In other words, only Jiang Li could achieve the effect of the caregiver.

Cen Lang glanced around and noticed that there were more experiment records and paper samples on the mentor group’s table than on the guest table.

After Chen Liufeng finished speaking, the mentor group began to ask questions. For excellent dissertations, if the first ten questions were answered flawlessly, the mentor group would save time and ask fewer questions.

For struggling students, the mentor group seemed aggressive, but in reality, they were trying to make the student answer more questions, increasing the chances of giving correct answers. Some students could be saved, while others would further expose their ignorance, leading to a second defense.

After the old demon king finished questioning, Cen Lang walked forward along the wall and sat next to him.

Zhou Qingyuan stared at him alertly. “What do you want, troublemaker? I’ve already informed Principal Zhang to bring security.”

Top-A matters would be solved with a top-A solution.

“Why the rush?”

Cen Lang took away the experiment records of Jiang Li from his table and flipped to December 3rd of last year according to the time in the upper right corner. December 3rd, flipped to it.

“Staying overnight in the lab, cell subculture…”

Cen Lang’s smile suddenly disappeared.

“Is the experiment record filled in as per the actual events?” Cen Lang asked.

Zhou Qingyuan glared at him angrily. “What do you think?”

He warned in a low voice, “Don’t think of causing trouble for Jiang Li’s studies.”

Cen Lang squeezed out a friendly smile. How was he causing trouble? “Please show me the prenatal examination form he submitted.”

Wasn’t this causing trouble? Zhou Qingyuan refused decisively. “This is Jiang Li’s privacy.”

Cen Lang said, “Give it to me, or I’ll go crazy.”

A simple and unadorned threat was the most deadly. If Cen Lang went crazy, no one in the room could leave.

Zhou Qingyuan pulled out a piece of evidence from a stack of documents: “It’s been more than six months; it’s impossible to terminate now.”

Cen Lang had a premonition of what was coming. Looking at the pregnancy time on the prenatal examination, his vision darkened. It was half a month earlier than the encounter in the underground city.

At that time, Cen Lang was in outer space, and even if the earth exploded, he couldn’t have had any interaction with Jiang Li.

Life’s peaks and valleys were just like this.

Cen Lang’s expression tightened when his eyes touched the line “malnutrition, fetus slightly small.” He was still calmer than before, firmly grasping the evidence that Jiang Li was the caregiver.

As long as it could be proven that this unimportant experiment record was written by Jiang Li to cover it up, the pregnancy time was also false. Jiang Li had thought it through carefully; if he wanted to change, he would change everything, leaving no loopholes.

Cen Lang took a deep breath. He could really block all his paths.

What should I do if he liked him more?

Cen Lang thought viciously, letting A-de tear apart like a rotten tomato. After the defense, he would make Jiang Li admit it himself. After Chen Liufeng’s graduation defense, five companies wanted to buy the patent rights, hold up a sign with their names, and leave contact information. Next was Jiang.

After three months without seeing each other, Cen Lang’s gaze was fixed on the door. Jiang Li came in.

He was wearing a rough and loose coat, the small belly showing a rounded curve, not exaggerated, and from certain angles, it couldn’t even be seen when walking.

Wasn’t this because he didn’t swipe his card at the cafeteria?

Without waiting for Cen Lang to scold him for starving himself for the sake of secrecy, he suddenly realized that Jiang Li was afraid. His face was as pale as if he were sick, and his fingers trembled imperceptibly as he opened his PPT.

“Hello, professors. I am Jiang Li from the Pheromone Department.”

The voice was cold and somewhat mechanical, matching his cold face, and it sounded flawless.

But Cen Lang knew he was so afraid he might faint. His gaze was downcast, seemingly facing the mentor group, but he didn’t dare to look at anyone.

What happened in these three months? Cen Lang’s expression was so dark that it could scare crying children. The once-fine Dr. Jiang sent into Tianchen Laboratory came out like this.

What did he go through? Was he bullied by the old people who formed cliques against the newcomers?

Zhou Qingyuan felt Cen Lang’s sudden surge of anger and feared that he would explode the ceiling. “Calm down.”

Cen Lang looked at the culprit, took a pen, and wrote a line on the paper. “Does Tianchen Lab treat Jiang Li as a person?”

Initially, the mentor arranged by Zhou Qingyuan for Jiang Li was rubbish. How could he believe that there were good people in Tianchen Lab again?! Zhou Qingyuan knew nothing about management besides academics!

Anger and controlling his temper were incompatible. Usually, he couldn’t even hold chopsticks because he was so electrified, but today his fist was hard enough to break through Tianchen Lab’s anti-theft door.

Zhou Qingyuan, caught off guard, had to endure the blame patiently and replied with two words: “Get out.”

Cen Lang asked again, “Is he sick?”

Zhou Qingyuan, who hated students passing notes during class, unexpectedly found himself doing the same. He wrote, “Explain later.” The next moment, Zhou Qingyuan gave Jiang Li a zero.

Cen Lang understood the rules of the Third Military Academy but didn’t know that the Medical School also had its own rules.

This old man was really bad.

Cen Lang didn’t say a word. He could probably understand the intention.

The old demon king’s zero was directly displayed on the big screen. Only he dared to score a student while they were only halfway through their presentation.

Other professors sighed secretly; the dean was truly impartial.

With a zero in front, it was enough to show the position of the medical school and teach a lesson to the later students, and they wouldn’t bother with whether or not Jiang Li was pregnant. The dean set an example, and they would follow the rules, scoring based on the excellence of the dissertation without involving personal reasons.

The defense hall was very spacious, and the podium was three meters away from the professor group. Jiang Li tried not to look at the audience below. He had practiced hundreds of times and could finish the presentation.

“After taking it for a month, the gland’s condition changes as shown in the figure.”

The zero appeared in front of him, and the professor group below began to whisper.”