Nora Scott was leisurely waiting for a while. After seeing they had mostly vented, she tossed out another statement. [Z,]: If it’s not done in three days, I’ll take the consequences. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 The experts who had turned into keyboard warriors behind their screens all fell silent at this statement. Her attitude was clear: I said three days, and if it isn’t finished, I’ll bear the responsibility. What does that have to do with you? Completely cutting them out of the responsibility. That’s the way it is. They could step back and watch as bystanders, but her attitude made it difficult for them to stay detached... It really pissed them off to no end. [Z,]: A suggestion. If you’re not reassured, you can continue your previous research. [Z,]: The model can just be handled by @Eduardo@Montague. [Eduardo]: Roger that. [Montague]: Understood. Eduardo and Montague, who had been quiet all day, immediately broke their silence in the group chat once tagged. The experts: Instead of relying on those of us with experience, you’re turning to two master’s students who haven’t even graduated? Let’s see what kind of tricks you can play! A sense of anger from being "looked down upon" made the experts unanimously align at this moment, desperately wanting to see the three of them humiliated. Meanwhile, in a certain studio, two spots in a corner. With the experts and professors joining, Montague and Eduardo were completely reduced to errand boys—just onlookers in discussions, primarily doing menial tasks and jobs without technical content because of their age and educational differences, which relegated them to assistants. If it weren’t for Professor Duncan forcing them to learn and train there, they would have long packed up and left. However, at this moment— The two squeezed into the corner were in a particularly good mood. Scrolling through the group messages, Eduardo couldn’t help but laugh and curse, "Damn." Next to him, Montague pushed up his glasses and glanced at him sideways. Pressing a foot on the ground, Eduardo’s chair slid back to Montague’s side and bumped against his. Eduardo leaned over and whispered to Montague, "I really didn’t see it last time. Senior is so arrogant!" "It’s my first time seeing it as well. She’s not usually ," Montague said. "However, when she was in school, there were indeed rumors of her being arrogant and dismissive of everyone. But I don’t think that’s entirely true. She uses a different attitude depending on who she’s dealing with. Otherwise, why would Professor Duncan like her so much?" "This feels so good!" Eduardo looked somewhere and jibed, "Look, their faces have turned green with anger." This evaluation was truly not false. Since Nora Scott made the seemingly impossible claim of solving problems in "fifteen minutes," these experts had been looking forward to collaborating, but they were adamant that Nora couldn’t finish such a massive project in "three days." They were curious, skeptical, intrigued, so under a mix of emotions, they gathered early in the morning at the studio, hoping to have a remote meeting with Nora Scott. — Holding a meeting together, posing questions, discussing solutions. That’s the normal process. They didn’t expect that after waiting until the sun was high in the sky, Nora still didn’t show up, not even responding to the messages. By noon, she threw a few blurred blueprints at them and disappeared again. Then she reappeared all of a sudden, stating bluntly—I’m working solo, you guys are useless, can’t help anyway. Arrogant, reckless, confident. This got the self-important expert professors all riled up, indeed blowing a fuse. "Such outrageous remarks! Such outrageous remarks!" "I’ve been teaching for so many years and never encountered such an overconfident young person!" "Three days? Even if we help her day and night without sleep, she may not finish it, and now she wants to do it alone? She’s dreaming!" "I really want to see how she’ll pick up the pieces in three days!" The experts gathered, filled with anger, grumbling, and dissatisfaction, throwing out insults mixed with vulgarities, evidently deeply upset. Yet Montague and Eduardo watching this scene found it extremely satisfying. Every dog has its day. Wasn’t the contempt facing them today exactly what they endured from these experts? — The way they looked at them, the tone they used, their attitude, all radiated disdain and contempt. Eduardo eagerly spectated for a while, then quietly asked Montague, "Do you think Senior deliberately provoked them in the group and separated us from them because she heard about our woes from Professor Duncan?" Montague hesitated and then stammered, "No, I don’t think so." "Yeah, we’re not even that familiar with her." They had only just added each other on WeChat last night and hadn’t even chatted yet. How could Senior help them? Spinning a brush in his fingers, Eduardo paused, unable to stop himself from asking, "Do you believe Senior can complete it?" Without any pause or hesitation, Montague nodded decisively and earnestly. "Huh?" Eduardo gave him a surprised look. "She’s not one who talks big without actions," Montague explained. "Since she’s made such a statement, she surely has a way to finish it perfectly." Eduardo scratched his nose, secretly impressed. He suddenly anticipated the experts’ faces two days later. At this moment, Montague, who had been calm and composed, suddenly nervously pulled on his sleeve. When Eduardo wondered if something urgent had happened, Montague handed him the phone. "What’s going on?" Eduardo was baffled. "Senior messaged me," Montague said, uneasily adjusting his glasses. Eduardo: "..." Young and innocent. Sighing, Eduardo put his arm around Montague’s shoulder, pulling him in, both of them opening the WeChat page. "Senior is just chatting with you, but you’re acting like you’re having an affair. How would her husband perceive this?" Eduardo said helplessly, "Check the message." Realizing his overreaction, Montague obediently leaned over. [Z,]: Familiarizing with the model’s part structure is easier than researching blueprints. [Z,]: If you encounter any problems, feel free to ask me anytime. Eduardo + Montague: "..." Eduardo: "Why do I feel like we’re about to grab onto someone’s coattails?" Montague: "I feel it too." Eduardo: "What if her husband finds out and hires someone to take us out?" Montague: "..." It’s possible. Feeling an unnerving fear from deep within their souls, the two turned their heads stiffly, exchanging glances, and then shivered simultaneously. So what if Senior is a bit arrogant? They should take a look at how intimidating her husband who supports her is! After successfully provoking the experts, Nora Scott was in a great mood, returning to her room to finish the drafts in one go. For experts, mechanical structures that posed challenges were mere child’s play in the face of the ancient mechanism techniques passed down by the Easton family. Some mechanical structures, though seemingly complex and challenging, were essentially just a single line once comprehended. Running through them in her mind before drawing them out again, Nora Scott found it impossible to go wrong. Her drawing speed was quick, and by the time night fell, she was wrapping up. Tossing the pencil aside, Nora Scott leaned back in her chair, sprawling her stiff arms as she stretched lazily. The door creaked slightly, being pushed open. Without turning her head, Nora just wondered aloud, "Rose?" A second of silence at the door. A mimicked cat’s meow suddenly sounded in the air. Nora Scott abruptly turned her head. Pedro Langley stood at the doorway, one hand in his pocket, with Rose perched on his right shoulder. The hues leaned toward cool tones, yet this scene conveyed a thread of warmth, appearing like a colored pencil drawing. Nora Scott was stunned. He chuckled lightly, leisurely gazing at her, "Need me to catch you?"