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Wang Tianyi knew this bunch wouldn't believe him until they saw the truth for themselves.
Without hesitation, he swiftly took out a set of pharmacist tools from his backpack.
Everyone's mouths twitched, wondering what kind of person this was. To think he'd bring test tubes, measuring cups, and alcohol lamps to a school competition.
Le Xuan was stunned for a moment, then tugged at Xia Weiwei and asked, "Does Wang Tianyi have these things in his backpack?"
"Who knows!?" Xia Weiwei shrugged, but her eyes were tightly fixed on Wang Tianyi. She had always heard Mai Mengmeng talk about how skilled Wang Tianyi was with potions, but she had never seen it for herself.
Now, she genuinely hoped Mai Mengmeng was telling the truth. As long as Wang Tianyi could concoct a third-level recovery potion, she and Le Xuan wouldn't be eliminated.
After all, if he made it himself, it belonged to his own skill set. Who could say otherwise?
