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Chapter 88 You wouldn't have this kind of luck if you didn't have the strength, would you?
Susanna couldn't tell whether the curiosity in Scarlett's eyes was genuine or not. She hesitated even more when the words were on the tip of her tongue, worried that if she spoke too harshly, it would be disrespectful to Her Highness, but if she spoke too softly, she was afraid that it wouldn't be enough to sway Her Highness.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Your Highness, Christine's life is very simple; she is focused on her research. She is an underground commoner and has seen many orcs die because there is no cure. So, from a young age, she was determined to develop affordable medicine so that commoners could also afford it."

“Since she entered the research institute, she has stayed in the laboratory every day and rarely communicates with others.”

At this point, Susanna's voice faltered slightly as she cautiously observed Scarlett's expression. Seeing that Scarlett looked unconcerned, she continued, "Christine is exceptional. Many males have expressed their affections to her, but she has rejected them all. She has no interest in mating and her life revolves entirely around research."

"The photo on the StarNet is most likely a misrepresentation. Please, Your Highness, make the judgment."

After she finished speaking, Susanna broke out in a cold sweat. Her clothes clung to her back, and a strong sense of discomfort pressed against her body, giving her a suffocating feeling.

Her eyelids drooped, she dared not look up, her breathing slowed down unconsciously, and her ears perked up, afraid of missing any movement in the document room.

suddenly.

Susanna heard a very soft laugh, it was Scarlett who made it!

Without raising her head, she knelt down, her voice sharp and cutting, "I misspoke and offended Your Highness. Please forgive me!"

Susanna kowtowed heavily, her gaze level with a crystal-clear sapphire on the tip of Scarlett's shoe. They were so close that she could even see every facet of the sapphire.

The deep blue is tinged with a dreamy purple, and every facet is perfectly cut, reflecting a dazzling light.

In an instant, she felt her eyes sting, and she lowered her head even further, almost burying it in the floor. So she didn't notice Scarlett shift her toes to avoid her kneeling.

Scarlett's soft chuckle just now didn't mean anything special; it was because she had seen the last page of Christine's biography.

It was a survey she took before joining the research institute.

The researcher asked: Why do you want to join the 403 Research Institute?
Christine replied: I want to research and develop affordable medicines so that everyone can afford them. I want to cultivate suitable soil so that real plants can grow in interstellar space. I want to make a contribution to this world so that those living underground can see real sunlight. I want males to no longer need appeasement, and females to have a wider world to explore. I want…

Christine gave a long list of answers, dozens of which she expressed her hopes for the future.

Her handwriting was like a swimming dragon, vigorous and unrestrained, showing how spirited she was when answering the question.

There's one last sentence.

I want to earn more money so I can take my sister out for meat; she's been craving it for a long time.

Scarlett laughed when she saw that sentence.

Look ahead.

Christine's image in her mind was that of an ideal child: wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, loving to read, and meticulous in everything she did.

But this sentence.

A bright and lively girl leaps off the page.

So cute.

After laughing, Scarlett felt a pang of sadness.

meat.

The most insignificant thing in the heavenly world.

For those in the underground world, however, it is something that needs to be written into their future aspirations.

Scarlett glanced at the annotation.

All of Christine's responses, except for the "eating meat" comment, are circled in red and marked as: far-fetched and unrealistic.

Annotator: Vanessa.

Ashley's teacher, who is also an SS-rank female.

Scarlett smiled, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a red pen?"

She asked Susanna.

Susanna was puzzled, but dared not hesitate. She took out a pen from her pocket, picked out a red pen, held it in her hands, and raised it above her head with both hands. "Your Highness, the pen."

Scarlett said "Oh," squatted down beside her, took the pen from her hand, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you."

Susanna was startled, her eyes widened slightly, and the tips of her ears tingled as she could hardly believe what she was hearing.

She mustered her courage and tilted her head slightly.

In my line of sight, Scarlett was sitting on the floor with her back against the filing cabinet, holding a file in one hand and a pen in the other. She pulled the cap off the pen with her teeth and then wrote and drew on the file.

The movements were so fluid and natural that Susanna's eyes were almost dazzled, and she forgot to speak for a moment.

By the time she came to her senses, her clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Your Highness! You can't scribble on documents like that!!!"...

……

Scarlett felt she had caused Susanna trouble, so she treated her to dessert.

Exquisite desserts are not only beautiful in appearance, but also taste exceptional, leaving a lingering and fragrant aftertaste.

The two ate in the document room, chatting as they ate.

Susanna was in despair; her will to refuse had completely died. With every bite of dessert, she was thinking about how many reports she would have to write.

By the end, she had lost count.

I might as well accept my fate.

"The dean's information is also here."

Scarlett walked up to the staff filing cabinet at some point, took out a file folder, cut open the bottom with a knife, and opened the files without any hesitation.

There were two rows of filing cabinets between them.

While organizing the documents, Susanna replied, "Yes. The basic information of all the employees in our research institute is here."

Do you have one?

"Have."

Susanna pointed to a spot, "My file is there."

Scarlett opened it and exclaimed, "You're a commoner too?"

Susanna nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."

“Then you must be very outstanding,” Scarlett said with a smile.

excellent?

Susanna paused as she sorted through the documents, her fingertips resting on one of them as she rubbed the edge of the file folder. "I was lucky to get into the Imperial City."

"What do you mean?" Scarlett's gaze pierced through the gap between the filing cabinets and landed on Susanna, as she asked curiously.

Susanna's eyes flickered, and a look of bewilderment crossed her face. "The year I took the exam, the first and second place candidates were both absent from the final round of interviews because of other commitments, so I took their place and became the first place candidate."

Scarlett's eyes lit up. "You wouldn't have this kind of luck without the ability, would you?"

Susanna paused again, her gaze somewhat sluggish. It took her a while to shift her attention from the documents to Scarlett's face. Meeting those clear eyes, she said in a daze, "Christine said the same thing."

And it is precisely because of this statement.

She and Christine became very good friends.

She was not only a commoner, but also a lower-class commoner. Because of good luck, she passed the imperial examination and entered the capital. But when she arrived, everyone looked down on her.

She humbled herself for three years, but was still not accepted by everyone.

She did all the dirty and hard work.

She was insulted and punished.

Until I met Christine...

A different color appeared in her life.

But Christine is gone.

She transformed back into the taciturn Susanna.

Susanna lowered her head and said nothing more.

Scarlett noticed Susanna's silence but didn't ask any more questions, continuing to look at other materials.

With a flick of her finger, she flipped to Vanessa's file folder.

Just as I was about to open it.

The door to the document room was opened.

"Your Highness."

(End of this chapter)