Chapter 44 - Deeply In Love With You [Quick Transmigration]

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Chapter 44: Invitation (3)

 

 

Their chatter continued animatedly—until the lab doors opened once again. Instantly, every gaze locked onto the figure standing there, clad in a pristine white lab coat. Some of the young researchers couldn't help but widen their eyes in astonishment.

 

It wasn't because the newcomer looked strange, but because the crisp, immaculate uniform perfectly highlighted the man's broad shoulders and slender waist.

 

Unlike their still-youthful and slightly awkward builds, his frame was upright and expansive, the belt at his waist outlining a physique honed to perfection. His shirt was buttoned neatly to the top, revealing the clean lines of a graceful neck. His features, sharp as if sculpted, carried a depth and steadiness in his calm, dark eyes, exuding a restrained allure—an ascetic air that demanded respect and made one hesitant to approach carelessly.

 

"I always thought the Doctor was handsome, but today he looks... on a whole different level," someone whispered. "My heart seriously skipped a beat."

 

"He really does seem way more striking than when he first arrived," another chimed in.

 

"Way more? When he first got here, I was almost scared to death," someone else said.

 

"Not when he first arrived, but after he recovered—compared to how he was back then, the difference is stunning."

 

"The Doctor's been getting up before dawn every day to train," Luo Chao said in a low voice from the back. "His physique has improved a lot. But more importantly, it's his whole aura."

 

"Silence," Zong Que said, glancing at the whispering crowd.

 

With just that one word, the laboratory instantly fell into a respectful hush.

 

"I've sent you all the files. Today, focus on familiarizing yourselves with all the equipment and conduct the first trial experiments," Zong Que said, pulling up a light screen and transmitting the materials.

 

"Yes, sir," they answered in unison.

 

Zong Que then put on full protective gear—transparent goggles, a mask, and gloves—before walking to the main instrument.

 

The researchers here were a mixed bag in terms of skill; for now, they could only serve as assistants. Whether any breakthroughs could be made would depend on him alone.

 

Experimentation, observation, data compilation—failure was the norm, and by the end of the day, barely any real progress was made.

 

Zong Que was used to it, but the young researchers, when they stumbled, often became visibly weary and disheartened.

 

"Sort your notes before bed. We'll continue tomorrow," Zong Que said as he removed his protective gear and left the lab.

 

This kind of work demanded endless patience and internal resilience. Progress could come in a sudden flash—or not at all for a long time. The only way to survive was to prepare mentally, something no outsider could instill.

 

He could have relied on the system's golden cheat codes, but once dependency formed, he would never truly stand on his own. There would come a day when he would be abandoned, utterly powerless to save himself.

 

This was not just a mission. It was his own life.

 

The light at the window burned late into the night once more. The man inside drifted to sleep to the sound of the ocean, only to rise again with the first ray of dawn.

 

Days passed in a steady rhythm of failures. A heavy mood permeated the entire lab.

 

Zong Que took a boxed meal and left the research facility, sitting on the rocks by the sea. He ate quietly, letting the sea breeze clear his mind.

 

Meanwhile, back at the lab, the young researchers were grumbling:

 

"These experiments are exhausting."

 

"Do you really think shifting research directions will work?"

 

"Every day it's just failure after failure. It feels endless."

 

"It's only been a few days; you can't expect miracles yet," Luo Xin said as he chewed his meal. "Failure is the mother of success. If even the Doctor hasn't lost heart, who are we to complain? No experiment succeeds without thousands of failures first."

 

"True, but we're short on experimental materials, and the costs are only going to pile up. Even if the Doctor's covering it now, how long can he keep it up?" another sighed.

 

"Exactly. If the Doctor were really that capable, would he have been sent to a place like this?" A young man, picking at his food without appetite, put down his chopsticks with a sigh. "I heard he was transferred here because he tried to plagiarize someone else's work and then accused them of stealing from him when he got caught."

 

"Really? That doesn't seem right."

 

"Is that true?"

 

"I just thought it was weird that A-Star would send a central lab researcher out here..."

 

[Host, aren't you going to do something about this?] 1314 asked.

 

[If I want to act, I will.] Zong Que calmly recorded his thoughts onto the light screen.

 

The future of this path was shrouded in uncertainty. No one could predict the outcome. Willingness was essential — force would only breed resentment.

 

"A plagiarist isn't going to produce anything worthwhile. They're saying he's using his savings for now, but sooner or later, he'll dip into the institute's budget. What if we can't even afford meals by then?"

 

"Exactly!"

 

"I honestly think life was better before this. Now it's all endless work with no results."

 

"You think he's laying a trap just to embezzle the funds and run off?"

 

"The doctor isn't that kind of person," Luo Xin finally said, frowning. "I don't know exactly what happened back on A-Star, but we've lived alongside him for months now. You're seriously telling me you can't judge a man's character? If you've got doubts, why not ask him to his face?"

 

The others fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances.

 

Liu Chao put down his chopsticks and said, "Look, we don't know the whole story. But right now, we have three choices: lie flat and wait to die, leave the institute, or follow along and keep experimenting. It's not like things could get much worse."

 

Their chatter never reached Zong Que. He had spent a long time making notes, eating his meal slowly. Setting the empty box aside, he noticed a subtle shift in the sound of the waves nearby. A glimmer of silver flickered at the edge of his vision.

 

His fingers paused.

 

In the sunlight, the figure that emerged from the sea was breathtaking — a merman, dazzling like a pearl sculpted by divine hands. In the darkness, his eyes had appeared deep blue; but now, bathed in daylight, they shimmered silver-blue, pure and luminous like polished glass.

 

He was the incarnation of a moon god, the masterpiece of a god of beauty — a creature that should never have been seen by human eyes.

 

Once was enough for warnings and reminders.

 

As Zong Que narrowed his eyes against the dazzling light, the merman had already surfaced further, revealing his lean, sculpted waist and abdomen. His gaze, however, was fixed intently on the chicken leg in Zong Que's food box. His throat bobbed slightly. "What is that?"

 

"You can eat human food?" Zong Que asked.

 

Yue nodded lightly, a smile playing at his lips. "Of course."

 

"If you want it, take it," Zong Que said, wiping the ends of his chopsticks with a napkin before handing them over, reversed.

 

A life-saving grace could be repaid with material things—there was no need for stinginess.

 

The merman tilted his head slightly, accepting the chopsticks with one hand. With the other, he pointed at the whole, untouched chicken leg in the box. "I don't eat wood."

 

Of course — mermen wouldn't use chopsticks underwater. Zong Que lifted a brow. "Take whatever you want."

 

Yue's eyes lit up as he reached in and grabbed the chicken leg, biting into it eagerly. Joy lit up his gaze as he chewed.

 

Despite his graceful air, Yue devoured most of the meat in just a few bites. When he bit into the bone, his slender brows furrowed slightly. Just as Zong Que opened his mouth to warn him, a sharp crack echoed — the sound of bone snapping. Within moments, the entire chicken leg, bone and all, had disappeared.

 

[Will he get a stomachache?] 1314 asked, concerned. He seemed like a cat worried about swallowing a fishbone.

 

[No,] Zong Que replied with certainty.

 

A creature of the deep could easily swallow live fish — a cooked chicken posed no threat.

 

Finished, Yue licked his lips with his tongue, then slowly, delicately, ran it over his pale, slender fingers, not missing a single corner or crevice.

 

1314 issued a soft, admiring sound again, praising the kitten licking its paws: [He even knows how to groom himself. So beautiful, so cute.]

 

Watching this, Zong Que pulled a napkin from the packet and handed it over.

 

The merman accepted it with some confusion. He brought the napkin to his lips, tore off a piece, then immediately spat it out. "I don't eat this either."

 

Zong Que was silent for a moment. He took the napkin back and gently wiped the mermaid's lips, then grasped his wrist and folded the napkin over his recently licked fingers. "You don't need to eat the bones either."

 

The warmth of human skin against the merman's was starkly different. Yue gave a small hum. "Mm, it was a little too crunchy. Not very tasty."

 

Zong Que paused briefly, folded the used napkin neatly, and placed it into his own palm. Picking up his lunchbox, he stood. "You'd best avoid being seen by others."

 

"Is it okay if you see me?" The merman's tail flicked lightly, shimmering with a dazzling luster.

 

"Don't trust me too much," Zong Que said as he stepped down from the rock.

 

If the creature ever threatened his life, he would show no mercy.

 

After returning to the laboratory, Zong Que discarded the lunchbox and thoroughly scrubbed his hands with cleaning solution—repeating the process several times over.

 

[Host, it's just a little saliva, you know,] 1314 said, puzzled.

 

[Deep-sea creatures may carry bacteria lethal to humans,] Zong Que replied calmly as he washed.

 

[Oh…] 1314 murmured.

 

It couldn't help feeling that its host's way of thinking was quite unlike that of ordinary people.

 

Most people, seeing such a large, breathtaking mermaid licking his fingers, would not immediately think deadly bacteria!

 

While Zong Que remained inside, peering through the microscope to check for unknown bacteria, outside, leaning against the rocks, the merman lifted his wrist. It still seemed to retain the faint warmth of a human touch. Bringing it to his lips, he gently ran his tongue along the inside of his wrist where he had been held.

 

The lab's equipment proved excellent. Zong Que even tested the napkin but found no traces of any deep-sea bacteria or viruses harmful to humans.

 

This world truly was far more advanced than the one he had known. Things once fatal now barely posed a threat.

 

Although the longevity of human life owed something to the existence of the deep-sea merfolk, it was not without the aid of medical advancements as well.

 

The napkin was burned to ash. When the afternoon experiment began, fewer people showed up. A young man approached Zong Que awkwardly, handing over a few application forms with both hands. "Doctor, we feel our abilities aren't up to the task. We'd rather not waste your time in the lab."

 

"Alright." Zong Que accepted the papers, glanced briefly at the applications and names, and set them on the nearby desk. He calmly put on his protective gear and walked toward the main equipment. "Those who wish to leave, leave. Those who stay will be reassigned and continue the experiment."

 

His voice was calm, without a hint of blame.

 

The young man pulled open the door and slipped out. Two more followed shortly after, pushing and shoving each other as they left.

 

The experiments went on. The failures, too, continued. The number of people in the lab gradually dwindled, while the workload grew heavier. Eventually, only Luo Xin and Liu Chao remained.

 

"You two aren't leaving?" Zong Que asked as he watched the pair working busily.

 

He had never expected many to stay; without assistants, he just expected the process to take longer.

 

"Having a shred of hope is better than complete despair," Liu Chao said.

 

Luo Xin gave a small laugh. After over a month of hard work, the baby fat on his face had all but disappeared. "It's better to be busy than idle, Doctor. You don't need to worry about us."

 

"Mm. This batch of petri dishes has failed. Redo them," Zong Que instructed.

 

"Ah..." The two young men let out identical long sighs.

 

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