April 1, 2011
Nearing the end of the workday, Mr. Zhao pushed open the door and entered the forensics room.
"Did Zhou Xiaozhou miss me?"
Zhou Ning looked up, saw Mr. Zhao with a swollen left cheek, and hurriedly shook his head.
He couldn't help feeling annoyed because he had used the X-ray on Mr. Zhao the day before, thinking it was quite fun at the time. But then he saw a line on the transparent screen that read, "Remaining uses of this function: 2."
Zhou Ning's mood plummeted in an instant. He thought he had an advantage, but who would have guessed it was a temporary tool? He wondered why they hadn't mentioned the limited uses beforehand.
This wasn't Aladdin's lamp—what was the need for such penny-pinching? However, the system wouldn't care about Zhou Ning's complaints.
At that moment, Liu Yongxin, swinging his legs, glanced at Mr. Zhao and blew on the hot water in his cup.
"You're back at this hour—does that mean you finished your exam?"
