Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

"What are you joining? The improved varieties you researched before were quite good. After I showed them the experimental results, they went even crazier."

"If it weren't for the frequent typhoons in Z City, which often cause large-scale destruction, it would be such a waste to destroy such good new seeds. I would have moved Building No. 1 there."

The principal's eyes were full of regret.

Cheng Xihe shrugged: "The geographical environment and climate over there are very suitable for cultivating my new varieties."

The only downside is that typhoons are bad; they're natural disasters, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Although typhoons occur every year, those that are this strong are relatively rare.

You can still grow it if you take a gamble and try your luck.

The principal shook his head helplessly: "That's exactly why it's not good."

"However, it's worth a try."

Cheng Xihe smiled and said, "Grandpa Bai, you've been in Z City for quite some time now, so you know what's going on there."

"Indeed, each test subject faces various challenges, especially natural disasters."

The principal shook his head: "That place is suitable in every way, except for this problem."

He couldn't risk ruining everyone's hard work with a natural disaster.

Even if you're going, you need to be fully prepared.

"I believe that all breakthroughs in agriculture are born from the struggle with nature."

The improved pineapple variety we had previously developed has been successful.

Cheng Xihe took out his phone: "The place I chose before was pretty good; at least it can withstand most typhoons."

The natural environment is still much better than a greenhouse.

After all, the things we've improved are meant to be grown in farmland.

"You're right." The principal nodded. "The terrain there is mostly plains and hills, so rice can be grown three times a year. It's perfect for that."

The principal looked at the photos on Cheng Xihe's phone: "In that case, I will select a group of people to go there for the experiment."

"The research group members can't leave, they'll stay here to conduct the research, but the project team members can try going over there."

The principal nodded in satisfaction: "The specifics depend on whether the project team is willing."

"Okay, let's go in and take a look."

Cheng Xihe followed the principal inside.

The upper floors are filled with all sorts of laboratories.

The principal led her inside.

Each laboratory is very large, with a glass exterior, allowing you to see the people inside working busily.

As the principal walked, he introduced the projects: "This is where grafting is done, this is the research group, and look at those, they are all students' assignments."

Cheng Xihe leaned over and took a look: "The grafted branches over there are of different thicknesses, and they weren't tied properly. In less than two days, that little branch on top will wither."

Cheng Xihe was very knowledgeable about these things.

She casually pointed to a few plants, talked to the principal for a while, and then shook her head, saying, "Those plants over there aren't quite right. These plants can't be kept in the same temperature and humidity environment as those others."

The grafted area is rotting; this attempt has failed.

"These are all choices they made themselves."

The principal pointed to the dozen or so large boxes behind him: "Those are constant temperature incubators, where you can adjust the temperature, humidity, and light according to your needs. These are room temperature incubators with air conditioning."

The environment was their choice, and we provided them with professional equipment to use.

"is that so?"

Cheng Xihe glanced at the rows of empty incubators, then looked at the principal with a suspicious gaze: "Are you sure you're going to give them all this equipment?"

"Of course."

Seeing the doubt in Cheng Xihe's eyes, the principal suddenly became assertive: "If you don't believe me, we can go in and ask him."

"How could we not let them use it? These are all new devices, specially bought for our classmates!"

"I don't think so."

Cheng Xihe pursed his lips.

Principal Bai pushed the door open with a firm hand.

Although it's only the beginning of the semester, many of the students in the research group have spent the entire summer vacation here.

After all, these assignments might become my graduation project.

There are five students watering their potted plants in the lab right now.

They were all surprised to see the principal barge in.

One of them looked up at him and whispered, "Principal..."

"Well, students, come here for a moment." Principal Bai beckoned, and the students exchanged glances.

Soon, all five people came over.

Cheng Xihe watched from a distance behind.

The five students, dressed in white lab coats, seemed somewhat reserved and at a loss when they saw the principal.

One of the bolder students asked with a grin, "Principal, what can we do for you? We need to water the plants and write observation records."

"Yeah?"

The principal glanced at a table not far from them and noticed that many of the plants were not in good condition.

In particular, one of the five people had a seedling that was already on the verge of death.

The kind smile on his face faded, and the principal glanced solemnly at the incubator behind him.

Only a few are in use.

There are also dozens of constant temperature incubators, more than enough for students, but none of them have been put in.

He frowned slightly: "The school's temperature-controlled incubators are for you to grow plants. Look how withered your seedlings have become! Why don't you put them in there?"

"I remember your teacher's assignment allowed the use of a constant temperature incubator, right? Why didn't you use it?"

You can't just buy things to display them!

The students exchanged glances, their faces showing embarrassment. They didn't dare to speak and slowly lowered their heads.

Cheng Xihe scoffed: "It's probably not that they don't want to use it, but that they won't let us use it, or that we can't use it."

"This problem does not exist!"

Principal Bai frowned: "The school has fully approved its use; otherwise, why would we go to such lengths to buy this equipment?"

"Tell me the reason quickly."

The students lowered their heads in fear, not daring to speak.

The principal's heart sank to the bottom.

He looked at the boldest student: "You, what's your name?"

My name is Li Chuan.

The boy mustered his courage and answered the principal's question.

I dare not say anything else.

Seeing their reaction, the principal patted the table and said, "Don't be afraid. If you encounter any difficulties, I will take care of them!"

Li Chuan, you tell me, what exactly is the reason?

Swallowing hard, Li Chuan glanced at his friends and then at the principal, finally deciding to go for it.

He forced himself to lower his voice and said, "Principal, it's not that we don't want to use it, it's just that Director Zheng said that this incubator is only for outstanding students, and no one else can use it."

He said our equipment wasn't good enough, that it was too expensive, but...

"Go on!" The principal said with a gloomy face and his hands clenched into fists.

The boy said aggrievedly, "Our projects are also key projects, and many of our classmates' seedlings can't get in."

It can only be placed indoors like this.

Sometimes when no one is around and the air conditioning isn't on, everything gets stuffy and musty, so we have to ask someone to turn on the air conditioning every day.

But some plants can't withstand that cold, and we can't take care of them all.

The boys behind him nodded frantically, "Yeah, yeah!"

If you don't report it now, when will you?