Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 268 - 87: Thief_3

"Can you handle high-intensity training?"

"Yes, it can completely handle normal training. But like the normal human body, it gets tired. When humans rest, it needs to rest too." Su Xiaocai arranged everything properly. She still needed to rush back to the lab and hurry up to make the low-cost version of Black Wing.

Just some processes left, she could finish it by working overtime tomorrow.

The principal and Wei Laiwen regarded it more and more as a treasure and were reluctant to put it down.

"Principal, Mr. Wei, I need to leave. Do you still want to look? If you do, remember to close the door."

"No, no." The two felt complicated, needing to go back and calm down.

Students hiding their talents, independently completing scientific research, they were very happy, so happy they didn’t know what to do.

Su Xiaocai confirmed the door was locked and left the school.

Wei Laiwen said to the principal, "If Su really passes the patent, would you consider hiring Su Xiaocai as a teacher?"

Graduating early, for some geniuses, is easily done.

Su Xiaocai doesn’t even need to apply for early graduation; the school could proactively offer it.

Military Training School always upheld the idea that if a student has outstanding performance in a particular academic field, even if other subjects are not great, they can still be granted graduation.

The principal remained silent, returning to the office, and also made a call to criticize Daddy Su.

Daddy Su was swearing mindlessly like a dog when he received the call past midnight. As an elder and relative, he could only listen to the reprimand, let it flow in one ear and out the other, forgetting everything the next day as if it was a nightmare.

On Saturday, Su Xiaocai did not return to school, engrossed in applying the final coat to Black Wing.

...

At night, the sky above the campus was like a ravaged galaxy. Su Xiaocai was working overtime, yet two students came to the security at the maintenance and laboratory rooms, saying they had left something in the maintenance room and needed to check.

"Do you have a pass for the laboratory?"

"We have entry permission from yesterday daytime. Today, it’s rented all day and we can’t get in. We just saw there were no lights, so people should have left. We’ll just go in for a short while and come out once we get the thing."

The security saw two boys looking sincere, seemingly not lying, "Which room and what did you lose?"

"A can of mecha paint. We forgot to take it yesterday."

Generally, the maintenance room does not store important technical items. The security didn’t know the reason for the rental, assuming it was like usual, students using it for mecha repairs.

"I’ll give you a few minutes, hurry up and come out."

"Thanks."

The two boys smiled, took the electronic key, and ran toward the maintenance room that Su Xiaocai entered today.

In the maintenance room, the displayed samples were all covered with white cloth by Su Xiaocai, placed on a table.

"Why are there a few extra things here?"

"Whose are these?"

"Don’t worry, just find the thing. We cannot mess with others’ belongings." This boy wasn’t lying, he really came to find the paint because he needed to maintain the mecha the day before, and had come to the senior classmate’s rented maintenance room to mix it.

After mixing, he forgot to take it.

The mecha’s surface paint was damaged a bit. His obsessive nature thought of the newly mixed paint, intending to take it back for the mecha.

Since he came during the daytime yesterday, he couldn’t remember where he casually put it.

So he pulled over a stepladder, following his memory, climbing to the usual spot for paint storage.

He didn’t look at what his friend was doing, only focused on finding his item.

His friend below wasn’t as honest.

He gently lifted a corner of the white cloth, the "radiance" of the simulated mechanical limbs stung the boy’s eyes. Which student’s research topic was the same as his?

Furthermore, producing a finished product that looked exactly like the mechanical limbs he envisioned creating.

The boy couldn’t help but wonder, "Did someone steal my design?"

This maintenance room was usually used by teachers or senior students, maybe they saw his design drafts and crafted this.

He turned to see his friend still searching for the paint.

His heart raced chaotically.

If someone indeed stole his design and successfully made mechanical limbs, could he also have an achievement?

With his mind completely occupied with samples, he calmed his breathing, thinking about his purpose in coming to this school, wasn’t it for obtaining top-notch technology?

Pulling the white cloth completely away, he picked up an arm, instantly understanding everything was just his overthinking, this was definitely not his item.

Yet presenting a finished product, he must reference it.

If placed here at night, it should be intended for display.

With this thought, he flipped the arm searching for the start button but couldn’t help feeling disappointed, there was no start button, probably somewhere else.