489 Paparazzi Friend Invitation

The words weren’t big, but they were very clear.

The last time Brother Ye and Qin Ran reported on the reactor, their rating had already reached the preparatory fourth-level researcher of the Research Institute.

He was only 27 years old.

He reached the senior researcher level several years earlier than the average person.

But who knew that the results…

He was directly promoted to the third level?!

Of so many researchers up and down in the Research Institute, their average age at the third level was basically about 40 years old, other than a few geniuses like Scholar Liao.

The noisy laboratory suddenly fell silent.

“I remember that Song Luting was only a deputy third level researcher when he entered the Research Institute?” someone muttered silently after a long pause.

The others exchanged glances.

They had heard of Qin Ran’s reputation long ago.

Beijing University’s Bug Qin… she was really deserving of this reputation.

It was no wonder a 21-year-old deputy second level researcher, a genius named by Continent M, caused such ripples throughout the domestic physics world.

The group of doctors and professors were silent for a while before continuing to discuss it again.

While the others in the laboratory were still excited and worked up, Dean Jiang was already frowning.

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At the side, Brother Ye also felt like he was floating. Originally, he could only reach the normal fourth level researcher standards even with three years of struggle…

She could only ask Qin Ran herself now.

Leaning a little on the table and tapping her fingertips on the screen, Qin Ran pondered for a long time before replying to her—

[Yes.]

**

At 6 pm.

Most of the doctoral professors in the laboratory had left, leaving seven of them still studying Qin Ran’s five-man project with Scholar Liao.

Qin Ran informed them and directly left.

Dean Jiang, Zhou Ying, and Brother Ye sent her out, while the rest were too immersed in the project and couldn’t peel their eyes away.

When she got in, he calmly put away his phone.

“Should I invite my friend?” Leaning back, she held her phone and pondered slightly.

She never understood how to get on in the world and had been accustomed to arrogantly doing whatever she wanted.

Cheng Juan turned the car keys. “Which friend?”

“The paparazzi friend,” she replied.

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“The one who sent you the medicine?” Cheng Juan laughed and drove onto the main road. “She’s also in Beijing? Go ahead.”

She nodded and sent He Chen a message—

[Are you free on March 1st?]