Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 273 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 13

The next day, just as Ni Qing had predicted.

At this critical moment for humanity's survival, the death of one person is nothing more than a trivial matter, and it is perfectly normal, especially since the number of people who die in experiments is countless.

When Ni Qing arrived at the laboratory to prepare for her work, she happened to brush past Song Ling.

The other person had only been gone for one night, yet he already had two obvious bruises, his haggard eyes were bloodshot, and he had a thick stubble of bluish stubble on his chin.

Following instructions, two lab technicians in work clothes transferred Song Ling from her post.

"Ni Qing, why don't you reply to my text messages?" He suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at her expressionlessly. His former gentleness was gone, revealing the gloom that belonged to his bones.

Ni Qing glanced at him, puzzled. "Sorry, I went to bed early last night and didn't notice. What's wrong? Is something urgent?"

Even when the system kept warning her that she was out of character (OOC), she remained unfazed.

Song Ling looked at her intently: "You didn't treat me like this before. Don't you like me?"

The doctor in white wore cold-looking glasses, the thin, transparent lenses reflecting the chilling light of the incandescent bulbs, making her appear somewhat unapproachable. She chuckled slightly, "Oh, you know that too."

Song Ling was such a shrewd person. The original owner's emotions were like an ocean about to overflow. How could an ordinary person not notice? Only the original owner was still foolishly thinking that she was having a crush on someone.

In reality, it had already been exploited.

He spoke so openly about such a private matter, and it was obvious that the staff behind him were a little uncomfortable, looking around nervously and trying to make themselves less noticeable.

Obviously, this is not the time to talk about this kind of thing.

Although Song Ling was mocked, he remained unfazed, displaying a strange sense of self-righteousness and arrogance. He smiled and said, "Dr. Ni, we will meet again. From now on, we will keep in touch via text message."

Ni Qing walked past him without blinking.

Ah, another two minutes of life wasted.

Eighty percent of what Song Ling said was true, and she was beginning to feel weary of the laws of this world.

She had barely stepped into the lab when her assistant brought over the experimental subjects.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like the male lead has grown a little taller.

As the moon grew darker, he stood obediently at the door, his white lab coat now replaced with a clean one. He looked up at Ni Qing, his eyes devoid of emotion.

It can be considered AI.

Fortunately, He did not continue the topic from last night.

The doctor in white ignored him, preoccupied with his own meaningless data.

If this is a replay of history, then according to the people from the Time and Space Administration, a group of people should have been rescued in the end.

The fact that the moon is gradually sinking and can be called the presiding judge means that he at least holds a certain weight and status in people's hearts.

As she pondered, she didn't realize that her gaze had shifted from the obscure and difficult-to-understand data to the boy's face.

Until the latter raised an eyebrow.

Ni Qing's unfocused gaze finally found a foothold.

"Do you know what we're doing to you? Are you a creature of Earth or of the universe?" she asked, full of questions.

The silver-haired boy stood there, silent.

He seems like a fool, but there's something about him. Judging from his occasional strange and seductive charm, he's not someone you can easily deal with.

As they spent more time together, the boy's physical characteristics became more and more obvious. His slightly childish facial features became smooth and clear, and the excess baby fat on his jawline gradually faded away.

Those eyes, which were initially filled with innocent calm, have now turned dark, their emotions as unfathomable as ink.

Her beautiful, moon-like silver hair had grown longer, and although it hadn't been very human before, it now seemed more alive.

Given His talent for learning languages, she didn't believe He couldn't understand.

She then asked a different question: "Where are you from?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the sentence sounded familiar.

As expected, the boy, who had been quiet just moments before, looked up and expressionlessly recited, "I co—"

"Alright, stop now," Ni Qing interrupted the spellcasting.

I don't want to reply to what you say, but I will definitely remember the grudge.