My abstract plant was exposed by my sister.

Just as the giant mushroom garden opened, Minister Zhao from the desert camp summoned the exploration team.

He had the lawn rolled up and placed in the tent next to him, then said to the spot where it had been, "Right here, drill the well."

Although the exploration team didn't quite understand, they didn't stop working. They quickly assembled the machine and started working.

When the depth was nearly eight meters, the sand brought up by the drill bit felt damp, and before reaching nine meters, an aquifer was discovered.

He immediately had it tested, and it was indeed groundwater.

So Minister Zhao called Lin Muyang: "Lin, we really found groundwater on your lawn. I specifically hired an exploration team to drill, and they found water at less than nine meters."

Minister Zhao's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Your plants have an irreplaceable role in the desert."

Would you be interested in coming over? We need more of these plants.

Lin Muyang paused for a moment, his mind racing.

When he thinks of the desert, the first thing that comes to mind is the genetic samples of ivy in the laboratory freezer.

The analysis was completed long ago, but no experiments have been conducted yet. Its growth rate is too fast, making it prone to getting out of control inland, but the desert is different. There's nothing there, making it perfect for experiments.

Moreover, since we are going to conduct an experiment, we certainly can't just bring one type.

"I can go to the desert," Lin Muyang said. "I need to bring some things with me; I have quite a lot."

Since we are going to conduct an experiment, we must bring the necessary experimental equipment and seeds.

"Okay." Minister Zhao was very happy to hear Lin Muyang agree. "Prepare the necessary items first, and I'll arrange a car to pick you up once you're ready."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Muyang went into the laboratory, took out his notebook, and began to list the things he needed to prepare for his trip to the desert.

Meanwhile, the excitement outside the research institute was just beginning.

Because the fluorescent effect of the giant mushroom is only very noticeable at night, and people who work during the day are only free at night, the number of visitors does not decrease as night falls, but rather increases.

Under the mushrooms and along the walls covered with trifoliate orange peels, people everywhere were taking photos with their phones.

At the entrance, Liu Xudong's voice had become hoarse, and the loudspeaker had been replaced by volunteer Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang's voice was loud and clear, full of energy: "Line up! Don't push! Those who have signed, please move in!"

Xiao Kui's stall sold out within two hours of opening; the Buddhist-style sachets, soybeans, and purple tomatoes for tasting were all gone.

She was holding up her phone, broadcasting the scene live to her fans.

The comments section was scrolling by incredibly fast:

"Xiao Kui, aren't you going home after you've sold out?"

"Dedicated!"

"Is someone crying in the bamboo grove?"

"What's so strange about crying? It's strange if you don't cry when facing the questioning bamboo."

Just then, a couple walked up to the Heart-Seeking Bamboo.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and looked very unwilling.

The woman, with her hair in a ponytail and dressed in sportswear, was determined and pulled the man's hand as they walked inside: "Since we're already here, let's give it a try."

The boy whispered his refusal: "I don't want to try."

The girl ignored him and pulled him directly in front of the bamboo shoots.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the boy to be influenced.

His eyes reddened, and then tears began to fall uncontrollably. His legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.

His knee slammed into the ground, but he didn't feel any pain.

He buried his head in his hands, wailing and crying, repeatedly calling out a name: "Xiaomin... Xiaomin... I'm so sorry..."

The girl's face immediately darkened; clearly, that name wasn't the name of the girl next to him.

She was also influenced by Wenxinzhu, but what she remembered was not her romantic experiences, but her memories of winning awards and working hard.

Those are the marks of her growth, the hardships and gains she has made along the way.

More and more people gathered around, their phones shoved up in dense crowds.

The crowd whispered cautiously, "Wasn't the name she called?" "Judging from her reaction, it probably wasn't." "This guy's doomed."

The guy with the middle finger was on the windowsill. He turned his middle finger from the direction of the moon towards the boy and cursed him precisely.

The comments section was filled with praise for it:

"Middle Finger Guy did a good job."

"Can the middle finger guy see that far?"

The girl stood to the side, her face alternating between pale and flushed. She didn't cry or make a scene; she just stood there, waiting for the boy to finish crying.

With hundreds of eyes watching, she tugged at the boy's sleeve, trying to pull him away.

The boy remained motionless, continuing to cry out "Xiaomin".

The girl's face darkened further. She looked at the volunteers beside her, who understood and immediately worked together to help the boy up and to the rest area next to the medical vehicle.

The boy cried so hard his legs went weak and he couldn't even stand up. He was dragged away while being supported, still muttering "Xiaomin".

He sat on a chair in the rest area, looking at the doctor with teary eyes.

The doctor immediately understood and poured him a glass of water, which was diluted with the juice of the bamboo.

Lin Muyang has conducted a special experiment and found that diluting it tenfold still has an effect, gradually calming emotions.

The boy took the water, drank it in two gulps, and then sat down in the chair, panting heavily.

After a few minutes, he finally calmed down, looked up, and saw a group of people around him holding up their phones.

He turned his head and saw his girlfriend standing three meters away, staring at him expressionlessly.

"I……"

Let's break up.

The girl's voice wasn't loud, but her tone was unusually firm. After speaking, she turned and left without looking back.

The boy hurriedly stood up and chased after him, but after running a couple of steps, his legs went weak, his knees buckled, and he almost fell to the ground.

He grabbed the railing and limped after them, repeatedly calling out "Wait!"

The girl didn't even turn her head.

The comments section was filled with laughter:

"Social death + breakup, double happiness."

"The Inquiry Bamboo: A divine tool for discerning filth."

"It is recommended to promote this nationwide."

Xiao Kui held up her phone the whole time, looking very happy: "Family members, did you see that? The Heart-Asking Bamboo is the real test of strength. Only the truly strong dare to face the Heart-Asking Bamboo without changing their expression."

Comment: "Xiao Kui, why are you so fired up?"

"I am the strong one, and I will come to face Wenxinzhu directly tomorrow."

"Me too, we're teaming up tomorrow."

She turned her head and glanced at the bamboo forest not far away, where several couples were queuing up.

After witnessing what had just happened, the boy hesitated.

"Why don't we go back? There are too many people here."

The girl's eyes were resolute: "No, I have to get in today."

Although the boy wanted to run away, he couldn't withstand his girlfriend's death stare and had no choice but to obediently walk inside.

Xiao Kui said to the camera: "Wenxin Bamboo may break up many couples. I suggest that people with secrets in their hearts should not get close, otherwise they will bear the consequences."

A few minutes later, the sound of crying came from near the bamboo forest. Some boys were crying and the girls were crying with dark faces, while others were crying and the boys were crying with dark faces.

Of course, there are also many instances where boys and girls hug each other and cry together.

"This is no better than a variety show."

"I'll go see it in person tomorrow."

"Will Xiao Kui be setting up her stall tomorrow?"

Xiao Kui nodded: "Yes, there are still a few materials left. I'll try to finish making them all tonight. Tomorrow is the last day I'll be setting up my stall."

At 11 p.m., the crowd gradually dispersed. Dazhuang helped Xiaokui pack up her stall, stacking up the empty baskets.

Lin Muyang is still in the laboratory, preparing the seeds and materials needed for his trip to the desert.