Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 3 Mentors and Students

"Drip."

The mechanical door lock made a slight sound and then was pushed open.

Although An He had his eyes closed, he could tell from the lighter footsteps that it was the woman who came in.

But before she could close the door, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

"Director Miyano, this is the experimental data recorded during the day. I've also sent you the electronic version."

"I see."

Daytime? Does that mean it's night?

Still working overtime so late?
An He recalled that the woman had given the same answer just now, and secretly guessed that this was someone who was not very good at rejecting others.

While the two were handing over the data, An He quietly opened his eyes a little, leaving a gap, and began to observe in secret.

She was a very tall woman, wearing a plain white long coat, the kind most commonly worn by doctors or Ph.D.s, but underneath she was wearing a burgundy tight skirt, which highlighted her slender waist.

Well, it's really thin.

An He's gaze moved upwards and stopped at the eye-catching short brown hair. That was the last color he saw before he fell into a coma.

The woman was facing the door, so her full face could not be seen, but part of her profile could be seen. She was very white, with a high nose bridge, and three-dimensional and regular facial features. She looked like a mixed-race person, especially after seeing her sapphire blue eyes, An He confirmed this.

The data handover didn't take long, and the researcher left soon. The brown-haired woman closed the door and threw the stack of information in her hand on the computer desk, seeming to be a little angry.

After a while, she walked to the research table. An He immediately controlled his breathing and closed his eyes, which were originally slightly open, to prevent her from noticing that he was awake.

His keen sense of touch told him that the buckle on one side of the straitjacket had been opened, and one of his arms was freed. A few seconds later, he felt a brief touch of coldness on the back of his hand, followed by a pain.

Very good, another shot, I’ll remember you.

An He was silently keeping track of the situation in his mind, and seemed to have discovered that the brown-haired woman's insight was not as strong as he had imagined, so he opened his eyes a little wider.

The brown-haired woman adjusted the roller to a suitable infusion speed, then stopped paying attention to him and sat down in front of the computer desk, typing quickly on the keyboard and starting to check the electronic version of the experimental data.

The lights in the room were very bright, but the computer screen was brighter. An He secretly wondered if this woman's eyes wouldn't be hurt.

The room returned to silence except for the occasional noise made by the brown-haired woman. An He began to wonder if he was the only one there.

Time passed little by little. Without any reference, he could not perceive the specific time very clearly, but it felt like at least an hour had passed.

Finally, the woman made different movements.

She stretched, and her graceful figure stretched out, making everyone who saw her feel happy unconsciously.

Standing up from the chair, the brown-haired woman walked to the shelf and took out a cup in the shape of a kitten with a handle that was its tail. She then walked to the long table next to the sink, opened a can marked "Ferric Chloride", and used a small spoon to scoop some light brown powder from it into the cup.

Then she walked to the water dispenser and got some hot water.

Gumbling.

The rich aroma of coffee permeates the laboratory.

An He felt strange, but he also realized that now was the best time to break the deadlock.

"Your instructor must have made you memorize the laboratory code of conduct many times."

He spoke lightly, his eyes showing a bit of fatigue, pretending to have just woken up.

The brown-haired woman held the cup and looked back at him without responding. Instead, she walked to the computer, put down the cup, operated on the keyboard for a while, saved the data, then turned around and took a sip of coffee.

"Unfortunately, the mentor you are talking about is myself."

It seemed that the water was too hot. She squinted her eyes slightly and blew into the cup. The mist dissipated and the returning air flow ruffled the strands of hair on her forehead.

"I mean, could you please give me a glass of water?" An He raised her eyebrows and looked at the coffee in her hand.

The brown-haired woman remained unmoved and glanced at the dripping IV bag.

"I don't think you'll be depleted of water and glucose. The amount of fluid you're getting is more than enough."

"But my lips are cracked." An He smiled, with some bloodstains appearing, indicating that he was not lying.

The brown-haired woman saw this and began to hesitate, but after thinking about it, she moved. "Wait, what are you using to hold the water?"

"Test tubes are very useful." The brown-haired woman said without even turning her head.

"You really should recite the laboratory code of conduct more often."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The tea-haired woman not gently fed him nearly 200 ml of water through a test tube. It must be said that this thing was extremely suitable for "feeding".

The overflowing water flowed from the corners of her mouth to her neck, and finally wet a small piece of the bed sheet. An He didn't care much and looked at the woman in front of him.

"Can you show me my resume? I'm quite curious."

The brown-haired woman's eyes began to unconsciously drift towards the stack of information, which made An He feel that his guess was correct.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then picked up the stack of papers.

"You are an orphan who has lived a dull life. However, you had good luck in the entrance examination and were admitted to the University of Tokyo. You applied for a graduate program in my laboratory."

"That was such a sloppy life." An He couldn't help but complain.

The brown-haired woman looked at him and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Before asking someone, you usually have to tell them your name, right?"

"Compared to men, women should always be treated better."

The brown-haired woman tucked the hair around her face behind her ears, without the slightest awareness that she was being unreasonable.

"Anhe."

Without thinking too much, An He generously gave his name.

But it was obvious that they had been communicating in Japanese, and the sudden utterance of two Chinese words made it difficult for the brown-haired woman to react.

So An He used his fingers as a pen and wrote Chinese characters on the bed sheet.

"So it's Awa-kun?"

".It's not the Japanese kanji for 安和, but '安和'."

Hearing such a "cute" name, An He emphasized the Chinese pronunciation with a dark face.

"Okay, Awa-kun." The brown-haired woman picked up a pen and began to make corrections on the paper.

“So, it’s really been a sloppy life.”

An He noticed this and complained again.

The brown-haired woman nodded in approval, which was rare. "It's nothing more than changing from a local student to an international student."

"According to this logic, are we now in a mentor-student relationship? That doesn't seem to be the case."

Looking down at the straitjacket on his body, An He smiled.

"It doesn't matter. I don't look like a mentor anyway."

The tea-haired woman was unmoved.

"Isn't it similar?"

"Have you ever seen such a young and beautiful mentor?"

"Hey, you're well maintained."

"I sensed a sense of disrespect in your words."

The brown-haired woman's eyes turned cold. She took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "I can have today's academic status entirely because of my own genius. I am different from those who rely on age and qualifications to get to where they are. And it is not gentlemanly to casually speculate on a woman's age."

"Is it mind control?" An He smiled.

The brown-haired woman fell silent.

(End of this chapter)