1865 Until She Was Slapped in the Face by a Genius



"Tsk, do I have to have a reason to look for you?" The woman elegantly picked up the coffee cup for a sip and then placed it back on the table.

She suddenly stared at the girl's face from left to right, wishing she could see a flower.

Qiao Nian let her, completely indifferent.

Zhou Zhou felt lonely and retracted her gaze. After a long time, her expression became serious and she asked seriously, "Sun, why did you come to the Independent Continent? I heard from Guan Yan that you're investigating the Wolf's Head Association? What's wrong with them?"

"It's nothing. It's just a small matter." Qiao Nian leaned back in her chair and reached for her cup, then took a sip of coffee.

It was too bitter.

She was also very stuffy.

She only took a small sip before putting the cup down with a frown. She then looked up at Zhou Zhou and said, "…I came over for something."

"What is it?" Zhou Zhou asked curiously.

Qiao Nian pushed the coffee cup away and looked up. Her eyes met hers as she said unhurriedly, "I'm here to participate in an assessment."

"Assessment? What assessment?"

Not many things in the Independent Continent could be called an assessment. She reacted extremely quickly and slammed the table as she stood up. "F*ck, you're talking about the assessment of the First Research Institute?! You want to participate in their assessment…"

People were already looking in their direction before she could finish speaking.

Qiao Nian's head hurt, and she told her to lower her voice.

Zhou Zhou finally realized that she was too loud. She shut her mouth and sat down again. Her peach blossom eyes stared at the girl's face without blinking.

Her expression was also changing.

After a long time.

She seemed to have digested this explosive news and calmed down a little. "Why do you suddenly want to participate in the First Research Institute's assessment?"

Qiao Nian smiled but didn't say anything.

Zhou Zhou immediately raised her hand and stopped the girl from speaking. "Forget it. Don't answer me. Just pretend that I didn't ask this question."

Zhou Zhou muttered a few more curses, then composed herself and looked at the girl again. This time, she was much more serious than before. "You've finally figured out that you want to enter the First Research Institute! I told you before that it would be a waste if you didn't come to the First Research Institute of the Independent Continent with your talent in weapon manufacturing. In the end, you weren't interested at all. I had no choice but to give you two professional books to read…"

She was from the First Research Institute, and her status was not low. She could be considered a leader among the younger generation.

It was purely an accident that she joined the Black Mandala.

At that time, she was only 30 years old and was already the person in charge of a Level 3 experiment at the First Research Institute.

Great success was accompanied by an endless sense of emptiness.

Perhaps researchers would always feel a strong sense of detachment towards the end, as if they were detached from ordinary people.

After achieving a huge result, they would also feel incompatible with this world because of their innate superiority in intelligence.

It was at that time that Zhou Zhou started playing on the black web. She opened an alternate account and later joined Black Mandala by a freak combination of events.

Then, she got to know Qiao Nian.

Zhou Zhou thought of the past as she looked at the girl sitting opposite her. It had been two to three years since that incident. Every time she thought of it now, she still felt like she had been slapped in the face…

She thought that her IQ was higher than others.

Until she met a true genius.

She was crushed by the genius in terms of intelligence.