Chapter 789

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Owen Reynolds glanced at the clock on the wall, suddenly realizing the time was completely inappropriate.

His ears turned crimson in an instant, but he maintained a serious demeanor. "Can't do it tonight, how about... tomorrow night? Is that okay?"

"Sure," Roseanne nodded.

"Are you heading to the lab tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"What time are you leaving?"

"Around eight, why?"

"Let's go together. I'll bring breakfast from that caf by the campus gates. Remember you said their potato pancakes and coffee were great?"

"Sounds good, Professor. Thanks!"

"Well... it's getting late. I should head back."

"Alright."

Roseanne saw him to the door.

Owen turned back, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Was it her imagination, or did he seem oddly cheerful even as he closed the door?

Once Owen was gone, Roseanne quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Next door, Owen was in a completely different state.

After getting home, he was too excited to sleep.

Cousin? Really a cousin!

Every time he thought about it, a grin spread across his face that he couldn't suppress.

By 1 a.m., still without a hint of sleep, he gave up lying in bed and got up instead.

He fired up his laptop and continued working on his research paper.

It wasn't until 3 a.m. that he finally dozed off, only to wake again before six.

At 7:30, he headed out to grab breakfast.

At 8 a.m., he was knocking on Roseanne's door.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Morning," he replied, handing over the breakfast. "Here you go, eat while it's hot."

"Thanks." Roseanne took it. "Heading out now, Professor?"

Owen nodded.

"Let's go together then?"

"Sure."

By 9 a.m., Stoddard arrived at the lab. As he donned his lab coat, he recalled Owen's odd behavior yesterday and thought he'd offer more advice.

Sure enough, as he approached the lab area, there was Owen, already absorbed in work.

"Hey," Stoddard called, "Owen, don't overwork yourself. Health comes first." "I'm not overworked."

"Come on, you laid it all out yesterday and you're still denying it?" Stoddard teased with a grin.

"I'm not denying anything."

"Then " Stoddard stopped short, noticing Owen's grin that was nearly splitting

his face. "Wait a minute, did you go and confess last night?!"

Owen Reynolds: "...No."

"Then what's with that goofy look?"

"It was all a misunderstanding."

"Huh?"

Owen Reynolds: "Cleared it all up, just a misunderstanding."

"Alright, as long as you're happy."

"When everyone's here, let them know there's a meeting in the conference room."

Stoddard: "What's it about?"

"I'll explain in the meeting."

By 9:20, everyone had gathered.

In the conference room, under everyone's gaze, Owen Reynolds pulled out a

hefty stack of documents.

"...What's this?" Stoddard peered over, flipping through a few pages, and then froze in shock.

"This is "

"Mr. Stoddard, what's going on? You're scaring us."

Stoddard thumbed through more pages, realizing the stack was full of new project proposals-12 in total!

"Owen, don't tell me you whipped all this up last night!"

Owen Reynolds nodded calmly, "The last project should be wrapped up before the year's end. These are our upcoming research directions and potential new projects. Let's discuss, and if there are no ions, we can finalize and start working."

The rest of the team quickly crowded around.

"Did I hear right? Future research plans? Wow, we haven't even hit the new year yet!" exclaimed Jen.

Sammy swallowed hard, "Face it, Jen, it's exactly that."

He glanced at the stack's thickness, knowing full well-

"With this many projects, we won't have a dull moment for the next two or three years."

Stoddard was silent, feeling like the room had dropped into a void.

Did Owen gulp down some kind of energy drink last night?

He was back to full power and dragging everyone else into this whirlwind!

Wish he hadn't offered those tips, maybe Owen

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As February kicked off, good news was just around the corner.

The National BioOlympics was about to announce its winners online!

Mamie was ready, laptop in hand.

At 10 a.m., she logged on to check the results.

But with the surge of visitors, the page lagged, refusing to load.

Roseanne and Scales gathered around.

Mamie was confident in their team's project: "I've got a feeling we're snagging the grand prize!"

Roseanne chuckled, "Feeling pretty sure of yourself?"

Scales glanced at her-she might have said it lightheartedly, but her expression was far from doubtful.

Mamie grinned, "If we win, let's celebrate with a feast, alright?"

Scales raised an eyebrow, "You're just looking for an excuse to eat, aren't you?"

"...Why point out the obvious?" Mamie rolled her eyes, just as the webpage finally loaded.

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Mamie meticulously checked every line, twice, but didn't find their names.

What was even more surprising was seeing Sybil's team right there among the grand prize winners!