Chen Zhiyuan was the first to rush in, a look of undisguised schadenfreude on his face.
His finger pointed straight at the rows of egg cards.
"Professor Wang, come and look quickly!"
He almost shouted, his voice full of pleasure.
"I told you she was messing around! Two days, not a single dark spot!"
"These eggs must be all dead! Rotten!"
Behind him, Professor Wang's face was dark enough to drip water.
He pushed aside Chen Zhiyuan, who was blocking the way, and quickly walked to the shelf, picking up the magnifying glass on the table.
The greenhouse was so quiet that everyone could hear their own heartbeat.
Gu Lan and Wang Guihua stood by, even their breathing stopped.
Professor Wang raised the magnifying glass, his hand trembling slightly.
He leaned in closer to the egg card at the front.
Through the lens, the view was magnified.
There was no expected rotten decay.
Nor was there the black that represented success.
Instead, a flowing, brilliant dark golden.
