Chapter 38 2/2

Everything seemed to coincide with the critique assembly at the orphanage.

Jiang Li clenched his teeth. The next sentence leaped out of his mind, but it got stuck in his throat like a knife.

Jiang Li’s teeth were tight; the next sentence jumped out of his mind, but it got stuck in his throat like a knife. He forgot how to breathe. Cold sweat flowed down his temples, and he dared not raise his hand to wipe it, letting it fall straight to the ground.

Jiang Li squeezed his palms tightly, silently chanting to inhale and exhale, forgetting about Xiao Jiang. He now had even smaller children waiting for him to protect them. Jiang Li’s teeth loosened, and he continued the demonstration: “On the tenth day of use, new tissue appears in the gland.”

“Next, we will attempt to use it on early-stage patients, hoping that the gland tumor can be detected and treated early, just like curing a cold completely.”

Jiang Li finally finished speaking, sweating profusely, his back soaked. He closed his eyes, and a sweat bead the size of a bean rolled down his forehead, hanging on his long eyelashes.

The mentor group opened the scoring window. Scores jumped onto the screen one by one, openly and fairly.

9.7, 9.9, 9.5, 9.8…

The whole room fell silent; the professors pondered and gave their scores.

Silence lengthened every second, and those who adopted children would first remain politely silent when they saw Jiang Li, then exchange surprised and disdainful glances.

Jiang Li’s fear surged; his lips lost color, wanting to reach out to support the podium, but he found that he couldn’t even lift a finger.

Every second was equally difficult for Cen Lang. He noticed that Jiang Li dared not look at the mentor group, so he reduced his own presence, lest Jiang Li notice him. But Jiang Li was about to faint, with no support.

“Thirty-one, thirty-two…”

Cen Lang counted, and after all thirty-three scores were given, he suddenly stood up and walked to the side of the podium. He reached out to Jiang Li, with the palm slightly facing upward.

Jiang Li smelled a faint smell of disinfectant, and he had no strength to lift his eyelids, but he knew who this person was.

It was Cen Lang; he saw himself.

“Do you want some help?” Cen Lang whispered. Jiang Li’s fingers moved, subconsciously covering his stomach.

Cen Lang couldn’t bear it in his eyes. Regardless of whose child this was, he shouldn’t have caused Jiang Li such trouble. “I’m your comrade, Dr. Xiao Jiang.”

Comrade referred to their ten days of interstellar travel. They jointly collected information on top-tier Alpha pheromones.

Cen Lang took the initiative to step back. Standing here as a comrade, he handed over his back and front without hesitation.

Jiang Li’s fingers trembled, and before he fainted, he lightly hooked Cen Lang’s tiger’s mouth with four fingers.

Cen Lang gathered his fingers; Jiang Li’s hand had no warmth, like holding a piece of cold jade. He supported Jiang Li.

The other entrepreneurs were a step late. Some who hadn’t seen Cen Lang wanted to compete, but those who knew him explained, “Mr. Cen took the initiative to shake hands; we can’t compete for this project anymore.” “It’s Mr. Cen, oh, what a pity…”

In Cen Lang’s pheromones, Jiang Li unexpectedly calmed down.

From then until now, for the first time, he wasn’t standing alone on the stage waiting for judgment. Cen Lang appeared here like a miracle with the faint scent of disinfectant, taking away his sweaty embarrassment.

The results of the scoring were summarized and are about to be announced.

Jiang Li struggled and thanked the mentor group before the end.

Cen Lang loosened his hand naturally and stood at the door.

[Pheromone series, Jiang Li, average score 9.2, congratulations on graduation.]

The dust settled, and Jiang Li was in a daze for a moment. He bowed slightly, took the defense sheet, got the professors’ signatures in the front row, and then put it in a folder, handing it to the custodian.

From then on, he completed all the graduation procedures at the Third Military Academy.

He got used to putting his hands in the coat pockets, supporting his clothes, and attracting no attention when pregnant.

“Is it over?” Cen Lang stood outside the door.

“Any discomfort in your body?”

Jiang Li: “No, none, uh—”

“Then it’s my turn.”

Cen Lang held his arm, turned into another empty classroom, closed the door, put the person on the chair by the podium, and sat on the desk below, maintaining a safe distance.

Opening the lab notebook, long fingers pressed on the date, and he looked up to ask, “On the night of December 3rd, were you really in the laboratory?”

Jiang Li’s pupils contracted, subconsciously leaning towards the table, hands placed on the tabletop, completely covering his stomach: “Yes.”

How could Cen Lang suspect him? What flaw did he reveal in today’s defense? Jiang Li’s moist eyes stared directly at Cen Lang, not looking guilty at all, trying to find a flaw in Cen Lang’s eyes and then cover it up.

Cen Lang chuckled. He dared not meet his eyes timidly in front of the professor’s team but was calm and composed when facing him.

Who really knows who’s more fierce? The entire space force knows his methods of interrogating spies.

Cen Lang: “I have reason to suspect that this record is forged.” Jiang Li bit his lips; he could still get up and do experiments, couldn’t he?

Cen Lang: “You are the caregiver.”

Jiang Li: “No.”

Cen Lang: “As long as I release the pheromones, I’ll know after a try.”

Jiang Li’s face turned pale; he said somewhat recklessly, “Then try it.”

Verbally denying it might work. He really didn’t want to continue acting and deceiving Cen Lang. If Cen Lang really had concrete evidence, what could he do? Cen Lang coldly said, “Do you think I dare not?” He indeed didn’t dare.

He wanted to force Jiang Li to admit it first.

Jiang Li was 99% the caregiver, but he didn’t dare bet on the remaining possibility.

Moreover, the bodyguard said Jiang was in pain when he left. Perhaps Jiang Li wasn’t completely immune, just an extremely top-tier beta, naturally insensitive to pheromones. He stayed there for two days, suffering to the point of not wanting to mention it again.

For a spy who was uncooperative, Cen Lang never bothered with reasoning.

Cen Lang intertwined his hands and suppressed his anger. “Okay, next question: is the child in your stomach mine?”

Jiang Li was stunned. How did he find out? Where exactly did he leave a loophole? Yang Xiaoli was waiting for him to escape, but he was caught for questioning.

“No.”

Cen Lang: “Deny it again, and I’ll have someone scan every inch of the underground city.” “Are you sure there are no omissions?”

Jiang Li: “Pervert..

He wasn’t sure. He even felt it was everywhere, but a normal person wouldn’t think of looking for a semen stain unless something happened. Just thinking about that scene made it hard to breathe. Yang Xiaoli was waiting for him; how could he escape from here? Jiang Li was worried; could he say he needed to go to the bathroom?

Jiang Li said, “First of all, I sympathize with your experience, but I think it’s unnecessary. Unless the preservation conditions are excellent, the semen won’t be detectable after three to five months.”

Cen Lang:

Medical students are really hard to handle. First, there was a classmate helping with disguises, then a hacker helped with hiding. The person himself was also very smart.

If he didn’t eat hard or soft, he had many ways. When dealing with a seemingly sensible person, verbal battles were more effective than evidence.

Cen Lang stood up, walked to the podium, and faced Jiang Li: “Is that so? If it’s not in the bedroom, expand the range to the ground outside. If there’s none in the bedroom, don’t let go of the outside corridor. Do you think it’s possible outside?”

“Dr. Xiao Jiang is so meticulous; the evidence must be powerful. Why not come to me and earn some money for milk powder?”

Jiang Li blushed from being teased. “No, no!”

Not outside the bedroom, very perverted.