Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!

Chapter 328 - 327: A Notebook Shocks the Dean—Will Foreknowledge Bring Deadly Peril?

The night before final exams.

The Peking University Library was brightly lit.

In past years, at this time, the Agricultural College’s territory was always under a cloud of gloom, with the sound of turning pages and sighs rising and falling.

But tonight was different.

There was no despair in the air; instead, a strange excitement was in the air. Groups of students gathered around, not with thick Soviet textbooks spread out in front of them, but with stacks of yellow rough paper notes, their edges curling and smelling of ink.

"Here, chromosomal inversion, look at the diagrams Lin Wan Yi drew!" The girl with braided pigtails who had been on the verge of tears earlier was now like a little teacher, pointing at the comic-style diagrams on the notes, "The normal chromosome is like building blocks ABC, inversion is like flipping the middle part B, changing the order to ACB. Now look at this mnemonic, ’Head and tail stay, middle turns,’ isn’t it easy to remember?"

The boys around her suddenly realized, nodding one after another, their gazes at her filled with a hint of admiration.

The girl with braided pigtails straightened her chest, her gaze crossing the crowd, landing on the quiet figure reading by the window, her eyes filled with burning admiration.

In the corner.

In front of Su Jiaojiao lay a thick old textbook, the Russian words on it squirming like a mass of writhing worms, making her dizzy.

The enthusiastic discussion around her felt like needles piercing her eardrums.

"This summary of sex-linked inheritance question types is brilliant, I feel certain the final exam will test this!"

"The cell division diagram that Wanyi drew is a hundred times clearer than those in the book!"

Those voices formed an invisible net, tightly enveloping her and her only two remaining followers, isolating them from the entire world.

One of the followers finally couldn’t take it anymore, poking Su Jiaojiao’s arm with a pen, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz: "Jiaojiao... why don’t we go and apologize to Lin Wan Yi? I... I really don’t have a good feeling about this."

"Apologize?" Su Jiaojiao screeched like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Apologize to her? For what! It’s nothing but a sneaky trick, who knows if it’s all made up!"

Despite her words, her fingers holding the fountain pen turned white from her grip.

Meanwhile, at the neighboring Beijing City Agricultural University.

In the boys’ dormitory, Wang Qiang was proudly handing a handwritten set of notes to Zhao Lei on the top bunk across from him.

"Brother Lei, take a look! This is revision material my cousin got from Beijing University. Each of them has a copy now, and they’ve almost started worshiping the author like an immortal!"

Zhao Lei, a top biology student at the Agricultural University, who had been first in his major for two consecutive years, had always been proud, especially looking down on the Beijing University students who he felt had flashy theories with weak practical skills.

He took the densely written pages and glanced through them.

Initially, he looked at them with some scrutiny, but as he continued, his brows furrowed deeper.

"What’s this?" Zhao Lei pointed to a vividly drawn cell diagram on the paper, with a catchy rhyme beside it, "This is just for show."

He tossed the pages onto the table, making a soft ’snap’ sound.

"Wang Qiang, how many times have I told you, scholarship must be solid, you have to digest the original works word by word." Zhao Lei leaned against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, unabashed contempt on his face, "Turning knowledge points into rhymes, drawing them into comic strips, this is just the wrong path. Knowledge requires thinking and understanding, not relying on such little tricks for rote memorization. So this is the extent of Beijing University students."

Wang Qiang’s face turned red from being reprimanded, as he quietly reclaimed the notes.

"But... my cousin said these notes are really useful..."

"Useful?" Zhao Lei sneered, "Opium is also useful, it makes people feel good temporarily, but in the end, it just ruins the brain. Just wait and see, during this final exam, we at the Agricultural University are going to completely overshadow Beijing University."

Inside Peking University Library.

Dean Li held a metal enamel cup filled with strong tea. Unable to sleep, he decided to take a walk around the library to see how the students were doing.

As soon as he walked into the Agricultural College area, he sensed something was off.

It was too quiet, yet too "noisy."

Quiet in the sense that the restless sound of flipping pages from past years was gone; "noisy" because of the irrepressible, lively discussion atmosphere.

His gaze landed on a table where a stack of yellow rough paper notes was left behind by a student.

Dean Li walked over and picked them up.

"Nonsense." He frowned, feeling somewhat displeased, "Ignoring the perfectly good original textbooks and making these things instead."

He originally intended to confiscate the notes but decided to keep his temper in check and opened the first page.

With just one look, he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

The handwriting was neat and forceful, the knowledge points systematically summarized, the logic terrifyingly clear.

Dean Li’s expression shifted from disapproval to astonishment.

When he turned to a page about the genetic stability of hybrid rice, his hand stopped.

On the notes, a correction had been made with red pen to an error in an existing textbook, along with a completely new set of derived formulas.

"This..." Dean Li adjusted his reading glasses, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket.

He opened it to his recent research manuscript.

The derived formula on the notes was strikingly similar to the tentative conclusion he had come to after several sleepless nights!

A student, how could they...

Suppressing the tumult within him, he continued to flip through.

Finally, his gaze fixed on the last page.

There were no words on that page, only an incredibly precise illustration drawn with a ruler and compass.

The title of the diagram was: "Three Hypothetical Models on the Stability of DNA Double Helix Structure."

Dean Li’s breath caught at that moment.

This... wasn’t this the cutting-edge hypothesis he proposed at an internal research meeting just last month? It had been dismissed by a few colleagues due to insufficient evidence!

This hypothesis, fewer than five people in the world knew about it!

His fingers trembled as he held those few sheets of thin yellow paper. This was beyond the realm of genius.

He raised his head, his gaze searching the brightly lit library, finally settling on the slender figure by the window, who was about to pack up and leave.

Lin Wan Yi closed the last book, put it in her bag, and prepared to go home.

As she walked out of the library doors and turned into a silent, empty corridor.

An outline stepped out from the shadows beside her, blocking her path.

"Dean Li?" Lin Wan Yi was somewhat surprised.

Dean Li, who stood before her, was not the usual amiable figure. His expression was serious, his gaze as sharp and penetrating as it could be. The dim light reflected coldly off his glasses.

He said nothing, simply raised the stack of yellow rough paper notes in his hand, turning it to the last page and holding it in front of Lin Wan Yi.

His finger pointed steadily at the diagram, his voice hoarse from being deliberately suppressed.

"Lin Wan Yi."

"Where did you see the diagram of the three hypothetical models on the stability of the double helix structure presented here?"