A minute later.
The red convertible successfully picked up the professor and his assistant and sped back to the Research Institute.
Wherever the sports car went, the high music of nightclubs resounded through the sky through the 3D surround sound subwoofer cannon.
The professor and his assistant sat in the back row, their faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.
The professor's white hair fluttered in the wind in the convertible.
He silently took out the nuts that his student had given him before he left. He didn't expect to use them on the plane, but now he had to use them.
The assistant's well-trimmed bangs were blown to the back by the strong wind, and his hairline was in danger.
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When they arrived at the Research Institute, both of them changed their hairstyles.
The researchers held a simple welcoming ceremony for the two.
