Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 163 - 162: Ninety-Eight Percent! Sentenced on the Spot Upon Hearing This Number!
I don’t know how long it passed.
Only then did he restart the car and leave.
Meanwhile, Chen Zhiyuan, whom he had "glanced" at, had just reached the dormitory building when he suddenly shivered.
He turned around abruptly.
There was no one behind him.
Only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.
But he felt like some fierce beast was eyeing him.
A chill ran from his soles straight up to his crown.
The dust stirred up by the jeep slowly settled down.
On the field ridge, it was deathly quiet.
The golden mist had dispersed, leaving only a faint metallic scent in the air.
Everyone was still looking up, as if they were dumbstruck.
"Ahem."
Dean Li cleared his throat, breaking this eerie silence.
He looked at Professor Wang, his lips moved.
"Old Wang..."
He wanted to ask what was happening but didn’t know how to phrase it.
Professor Wang was still kneeling on the ground, holding a clump of soil mixed with dead insects in his hands.
As if he were holding a handful of gold.
"It’s alive..."
"Agriculture... it’s alive!"
The old professor murmured to himself, tears falling unexpectedly into the soil.
At this moment.
"I don’t believe it!"
A hoarse, hate-filled scream rang out.
Chen Zhiyuan held onto a classmate’s arm, limping as he stood up.
His face was twisted beyond recognition due to pain and humiliation.
His ankle was swollen like a steamed bun.
He pointed at that cotton field, eyes bloodshot.
"It’s all fake!"
"It’s an illusion! A magic trick you all conspired to create!"
The surrounding students looked at him as if he were a lunatic.
Yet Chen Zhiyuan yelled regardless.
"Who knows if those bugs are really dead?"
"They might just be knocked out by something! They’ll all come back to life any moment now!"
He grasped at straws desperately.
"Want verification? Fine!"
"Right now! At once! Group up for statistics!"
He looked around, his voice sharp.
"Count the death rate of the bollworms and the parasitism rate of their eggs for me!"
"Data! I only trust data!"
With these words, the slightly agitated crowd quieted down again.
Indeed.
The earlier scene was too shocking, too surreal.
Data is the most scientific proof.
Dean Li and Professor Wang exchanged looks.
Dean Li spoke first, his voice stern.
"Classmate Chen Zhiyuan’s suggestion makes sense."
"In research, we must pay attention to data."
He turned to all the students of the Agricultural College present.
"Everyone here!"
"By class, group up immediately! Conduct a comprehensive data survey on the experimental field!"
"I want the most precise report!"
"Yes!"
The students immediately started to act.
Professor Wang stood up, dusting off the soil from his hands.
He walked up to Chen Zhiyuan.
"Classmate Chen."
Chen Zhiyuan gritted his teeth looking at him.
"Since you’re most rigorous about the data and most concerned about the results."
Professor Wang pointed to the center of the experimental field, the area previously ravaged beyond recognition.
"That most severe section, it’s up to you."
Chen Zhiyuan’s face turned pale all of a sudden.
That was where he had previously concentrated the "evidence" to attack Lin Wan Yi.
Now, Professor Wang wanted him to personally verify the miracle.
"Fine!"
Chen Zhiyuan squeezed the word out through clenched teeth.
He didn’t believe it!
He led a small group of people, the first to dash into the cotton field.
He threw himself in front of a cotton stalk.
Hanging on it were moth-eaten cotton bolls.
He reached out his hand, roughly prying one open.
No wriggling larvae.
Only a stiff, withered larva corpse remained.
Chen Zhiyuan didn’t accept it.
He pried open a second one, a third one.
All were dead bodies!
"Impossible!"
He knelt on the ground like a madman, starting to flip the undersides of the leaves.
There had once been dense clusters of white eggs.
Now, those eggs remained.
But they were no longer white.
Under the sunlight, they appeared an eerie, unsettling dark gold.
The same color as on the egg card Lin Wan Yi had shown earlier.
"Ah..."
A short scream came from a girl behind Chen Zhiyuan.
"These eggs... seem dead too..."
No, they weren’t dead.
Chen Zhiyuan knew better than anyone what this meant.
This meant that those golden bees not only killed all the larvae.
They also laid their eggs into the bollworms’ eggs.
From the root.
The entire population was exterminated.
This wasn’t pest control.
This was slaughter.
Chen Zhiyuan’s hands went limp.
He collapsed into the dirt, all color drained from his face.
...
Half an hour later.
On the ridge, a tentative data summary began.
"Group one, Area A, survival rate of larvae is zero! Egg parasitism rate is ninety-five percent!"
"Group two, Area B, survival rate of larvae is zero! Parasitism rate is ninety-three percent!"
"Group three..."
One set of data after another was reported.
Each figure was like a sledgehammer, slamming into everyone’s hearts.
The atmosphere shifted from initial tension to uncontrollable excitement.
Finally, only Chen Zhiyuan’s group remained.
All eyes were on him.
Dean Li looked at him.
"Classmate Chen Zhiyuan."
"You were responsible for the core disaster area."
"What is your data?"
Chen Zhiyuan sat on the ground, head down, his whole body shaking.
He opened his mouth but couldn’t make a sound.
"Read it."
Dean Li’s voice was devoid of any emotion.
Like a judge announcing a verdict.
Unable to bear it, a group member beside Chen Zhiyuan seized the logbook and stood up, shouting with all his might:
"Core area! Survival rate of cotton bollworm larvae... below five percent!"
"Egg parasitism rate... ninety-eight percent!"
Bang!
These two figures were like two thunderbolts.
They exploded completely within the silent crowd.
After a brief silence.
Someone shouted out first.
"We did it!"
"My god! We succeeded!"
Thunderous applause and cheers instantly engulfed everything!
All students rushed towards Lin Wan Yi!
They surrounded her and tossed her into the air!
"Classmate Lin!"
"Our hero of the Agricultural College!"
Professor Wang rushed over, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clutched Dean Li’s arm, too excited to speak clearly.
"A milestone! This is a genuine milestone in our country’s history of agricultural pest control!"
Dean Li’s eyes were also red, he patted Professor Wang’s shoulder vigorously, exclaiming "Great" repeatedly.
In this sea of celebration.
Only Lin Wan Yi.
After the students set her down, merely arranged her disturbed collar calmly.
Then, amid all the cheering.
She silently took a small notebook and pen from her pocket.
She opened to a fresh page.
Cautiously writing down a line.
"Spiritual Spring modified bees, activity too strong."
"Aggressiveness exceeded estimates."
"Next release, must strictly control the number of queen bees to prevent ecological imbalance."
