Genius Club

Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Chapter 75 An Qing’s Answer_3 Chapter 478: Chapter 75 An Qing’s Answer_3 It’s a bit too sweet.

But still not delicious.

The brain always needs to consume a lot of sugar when thinking, so it’s not that big of a deal that the cake had so many extra spoonfuls of sugar...

...

“Thank you for celebrating my birthday.”

After finishing the cake, Lin Xian and Chu Anqing cleaned up the table and trash together, Lin Xian expressed his gratitude:

“When it’s your birthday, I’ll prepare a gift for you too.”

“Hehe, that would be great!”

Chu Anqing happily threw the last piece of trash into the bin, clapped her hands, and smiled:

“Do you still remember what month and day my birthday is, senior?”

Lin Xian smiled without saying a word:

“Of course.”

After all, there was a drama queen who recited it every day in his ear like a rap, now it was imprinted in his mind like a steel stamp.

Lin Xian lifted the trash bag out of the bin, tied it up, and held it in his hand as he looked at Chu Anqing:

“It’s getting late, and we have training tomorrow, so let’s head back to rest early.”

“Mhm mhm!”

The two headed towards the training room corridor.

Click.

...

Lin Xian turned off the light switch.

The whole training room was plunged into darkness.

In the eyes of Chu Anqing and Lin Xian, the dim incandescent light of the corridor ahead was reflected, and with conversation and laughter, one on the left and one on the right, they stepped from darkness into light, becoming illuminated.

In this joyous corridor, Lin Xian officially turned 25.

Bang.

The door to the dormitory closed, and the fingerprint lock automatically engaged.

Holding a bag full of trash, Lin Xian walked into the dormitory and stared at the electronic clock pretending to display the time:

“VV.”

He hummed:

“You must have realized Chu Anqing was making a cake in the kitchen, so you kept freaking out and shouting, not letting me sleep, didn’t you?”

Huh?

A red dot appeared on the top right corner of the WeChat icon, indicating an unread message.

Lin Xian opened WeChat.

There were two messages from 40 minutes ago.

It was precisely March 20, 2024, 00:00.

[Zhao Yingjun: Happy Birthday, Lin Xian.

I won’t have the chance to give you a gift this year, let’s make up for it next year.]

[Zhao Yingjun: Even though I don’t know what secret mission you’re on...

I wish you every success and a swift victory.]

...

Lin Xian put down his phone and looked at VV.

You won’t forget the people you really care about, and you don’t need anyone else to remind you.

So.

That’s what it meant...

“You’re too much, VV.”

Then, he crouched down, set down the bag of trash he was holding, untied it, and started rummaging through it.

“What are you doing, Lin Xian?”

The electronic clock VV widened its eyes again:

“Why are you digging through the trash?”

“Did you forget?” Lin Xian said while sifting through the rubbish:

“Didn’t we agree that after this Space-Time Particle capture mission, we’d head to Qufu in Shandong to dig up Zhang Yuqian’s grave and then compare her leftover DNA...

with Chu Anqing’s?”

Lin Xian’s right hand pinched several strands of hair from the trash bag.

Held up before his eyes.

Deep brown, slightly curly, shiny and smooth.

He smiled slightly:

“Got Chu Anqing’s hair...

in the bag.”