As usual, he shuttled on the road leading to the Economic and Trade Building. He paused at the corner. It was a place he had never set foot on. It was the largest scientific research institute in the city. Under the shade of maple trees, a dead leaf butterfly flapped its wings and wandered awkwardly in the shade. The moment it came into contact with the light beam penetrating through the leaves, it turned and flew towards the open window of the research room. , Following the direction of the dead leaf butterfly, Ye Xunyang saw a person - Cheng Lian, the best and young biology professor at the institute. He raised his hand to catch the dead leaf butterfly flying towards him. It turned out that there was a small chip on the brown wing like a dead leaf. It was a wound that was difficult for the butterfly to heal. Defective test products would be discarded in the corner of the night, but Cheng Lian regarded this defective product as a treasure.
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