It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

While Li Cheng was lost in thought, Lavoisier had already boiled a small pot of water, poured out two cups, placed them on a wooden tray, and carefully carried them to the coffee table in the living room.

"Thanks for your hard work."

After Li Cheng finished speaking, he picked up a cup, blew on the steaming rim of the cup a few times, and then slowly took a sip.

Lavoisier didn't sit opposite Li Cheng, but instead sat on the sofa next to him, holding his head and watching Li Cheng drink water intently. Then he suddenly asked, "Is it good?"

"Delicious."

Although he didn't quite understand what was so special about plain water, Li Cheng still decisively answered that it tasted good.

That would be too awkward to answer directly, so he continued along the line of thought: “Actually, boiled water is much healthier than drinking alcohol. When I’m at home, I always have my maid boil a kettle of water and let it cool so I can drink it whenever I need it. You can try it too, because drinking alcohol is ultimately not good for your liver.”

"Okay."

Lavoisier immediately agreed, and then, seeing Li Cheng put down his water glass, she naturally rested her head on his shoulder—the two of them became like a couple going to the movies, where the woman falls asleep without realizing it and leans on the man's shoulder.

No, why don't you just ask why? How am I supposed to continue...? Li Cheng's words were cut off, and he continued, "Ahem, aren't you curious why?"

"why?"

Lavoisier looked up and asked curiously.

Li Cheng's lips twitched, and he quickly ended the topic, which was just meant to kill time, with a strange sense of frustration: "More than 95% of the alcohol we drink has to be metabolized by the liver, and drinking alcohol greatly increases its burden."

"Ah."

Lavoisier responded and moved closer to Li Cheng, finding a more comfortable position, bringing the two even closer together.

Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was even more intimate than if they had remained silent.

In this eerie atmosphere, Li Cheng smelled the fragrance on the tip of his nose, felt the soft body, and felt the oppressive feeling coming from somewhere. His consciousness gradually became a little hazy.

Unlike Newton's innocent and adorable girlish charm, Lavoisier's body was mature, exuding a perfectly balanced fragrance, and his physical allure was on a completely different level.

If you had a beautiful girlfriend like that, whom you could do whatever you wanted with, how many people could resist...? No! This can't go on!

The remaining vigilance made Li Cheng realize that he could not allow this atmosphere to continue to fester.

The idea of ​​"dry fire and raging flames" isn't just something our ancestors made up. If things continue like this, with a hug and a kiss fueled by the ambiguous atmosphere, an irreversible tragedy is inevitable.

I have to admit that I was too naive, thinking that it was only two hours and there was no need to worry about any problems.

As a result, aside from the time it took to boil the water, the atmosphere had already become extremely dangerous in less than ten minutes.

As expected of the legendary Demon's Lair, and as expected of the Demon's Lair's female demon! Unbeknownst to her, she had already tried to control herself with methods as fine as spider silk.

No, I can't, I have to hold on.

However, just like prey caught in a spider's web, the more it struggles, the deeper it sinks. Li Cheng's slight trembling made the sensation of touch even more real, even giving the illusion of toying with the other person with his arm.

With a slightly frightened feeling, Li Cheng turned his head, wanting to observe whether Lavoisier's smile was one of triumph, but he found that her expression was one of satisfaction and calmness, as if she was simply enjoying the contact quietly, without thinking any deeper.

In other words... he's simply a womanizer.

But what's wrong with men being lustful?

A flash of realization struck Li Cheng—nothing was wrong; the world was wrong. Therefore…

dong dong dong-

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, whether it was inopportune or perfectly timed.

Li Cheng instantly snapped out of his philosopher's reverie. He gently pushed away Lavoisier, who was leaning against him, and said in a serious tone, "Someone is knocking on the door. I'll go open it now."

......

Although Mitchell's work attitude was somewhat improper, he was still a very good person; otherwise, Lavoisier would not have felt comfortable going to Lincoln with the two of them.

After hearing that Lavoisier was looking for an old friend in Lincoln, he tried to contact his old classmate in Lincoln, who was willing to help him find the person.

Upon learning of this, Mitchell immediately went to find Lavoisier, hoping to help her locate her old friend as soon as possible.

It wasn't that he suddenly became so diligent; it's just that renting a place outside wasn't as comfortable as living in this small detached house provided by Lincoln University, and it was also closer to his workplace...

Knock knock knock—

The other person seemed to be not far from the corridor, so shortly after Mitchell knocked, a somewhat heavy footstep approached from a distance. The footsteps paused briefly as they drew nearer, and then the door creaked open.

Mitchell smiled in advance and said, "Professor Lavoisier, I have a classmate..."

However, it wasn't Lavoisier who appeared behind the door, but a familiar-looking man with long red hair and black eyes.

Despite some subtle changes, Mitchell quickly recognized the other person and his body jolted.

It's him? !

"Sorry, I might have gone to the wrong place."

Although he didn't understand why Li Cheng had suddenly appeared in Lavoisier's house, Mitchell instinctively turned around instantly, ready to leave: "Excuse me, farewell."

When Li Cheng saw that it was actually Mitchell, he gritted his teeth, thinking that it was this bastard who made him get the situation wrong, and the Lavoisier placement plan, which was originally close to 99% progress, was instantly wiped out.

But then his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a very valuable prop.

Just like watching a horror movie with "Good Luck" as background music, it doesn't really evoke much fear. Similarly, if you put a super-powerful refrigerant next to a raging fire, it simply won't ignite.

If you add Mitchell, a 300-watt light bulb, to the small detached house, you wouldn't have to worry about anything happening, let alone two hours, or even if you stayed overnight.

Li Cheng swiftly grabbed his collar and smiled, "Long time no see, Professor Mitchell. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you come in and catch up with me?"

Is it okay if I don't?

Although he didn't know what the two of them had to reminisce about, Mitchell nodded bitterly: "No problem."

Chapter 215 Don't Make Unfounded Decisions

Why did you agree so readily?

Upon seeing this, Li Cheng frowned, not quite understanding.

He used his supposed acquaintance with the president of Lincoln University to subtly coerce and entice Mitchell into a deal. However, to his surprise, Mitchell agreed without even asking a single question.

"Principal, please don't joke with me."

Mitchell shook his head, giving a look that said, "Please stop making fun of me."

Principal?

Li Cheng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly a question arose about the title—after all, he had been virtually absent from Cambridge for almost three months; hadn't anyone questioned this? Had the position of Principal remained unchanged?

Seeing that Li Cheng remained silent for a long time, Mitchell's gentle face showed a hint of doubt: "Is there a problem?"

"No, of course, no problem."

Li Cheng immediately changed his tune: "I'm just worried about the situation in Cambridge. Since you've just arrived, I thought I'd ask you about it."

This was a perfectly reasonable question, and Mitchell put aside his doubts and nodded, saying, "Of course."

Although it's generally inappropriate to have guests chatting at the door, Mitchell was eager to answer all the questions right there at the door and then make a quick getaway, so he answered even more enthusiastically than usual.

After some indirect questioning, Li Cheng roughly understood the cause and effect.

Normally, if a university lacks a chancellor to make final decisions, its daily management will quickly fall into chaos. But the problem is... After Li Cheng initially understood the situation at Cambridge and gathered the professors to establish his prestige, he hardly managed Cambridge University at all, basically leaving it to Miller's secretary—and now we have to add his socially awkward cousin to that list.

Therefore, although Li Cheng had been missing for more than two months, no one noticed anything amiss... To be honest, it's a bit unbelievable.

What happened?

Just then, a soft female voice sounded from behind them.

It turned out that the two grown men had been standing at the door chatting for quite a while. Lavoisier, who was waiting alone on the sofa in the living room, couldn't stand it any longer and came to the door to check on things, worried that something might have gone wrong.

When she saw that Mitchell had actually come to her door and was chatting with Li Cheng in a seemingly enthusiastic manner, she exclaimed in surprise, "Professor Mitchell, what brings you here?"

When Mitchell saw Lavoisier appear, he quickly replied, "I know a classmate who can help you find your old friend."

"What old friend?"

Upon hearing this, Li Cheng's eyes flashed, feeling that he had found a good excuse to leave. He turned to Lavoisier and asked, "Do you have any old friends in Lincoln? You can tell me their names, and I should be able to help."

"Yes, thank you."

Lavoisier gave a somewhat subtle smile, reached out and took Li Cheng's arm, and replied to the two of them, "But not now."

Mitchell: "......"

Li Cheng immediately realized that the old friend was referring to him, and a rather annoyed smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Mitchell finally understood why Li Cheng was in Lavoisier's house—so all my fuss was just to watch the two of you showing off your love in front of me? And if you came to the Lincoln to see Li Cheng, why all the secrecy? Wouldn't it have been better to just be straightforward?

The soft, elastic touch traveled up his arm again, and Li Cheng, feeling wary, moved a little to the side.

She's definitely shy!

But his retreat only confirmed Lavoisier's suspicions. His smile grew even brighter, and he hugged the hemisphere even tighter, so tightly that the pressure caused it to deform.

Mitchell felt really superfluous: "Then I'll take my leave."

"Wait a moment."

Seeing that the important prop was about to leave, Li Cheng quickly said, "Professor Mitchell, don't rush off. Didn't we just agree to go inside and catch up?"

?

Are you serious?

Mitchell looked at Li Cheng in shock, genuinely unable to understand what old times they had to reminisce about.

With a barely perceptible threatening glint in his eyes, Li Cheng asked again, "Is that right?"

"Correct."

Mitchell readily admitted defeat and nodded, "It's been a long time since I've seen Principal Li Cheng. I'd love to catch up."

Huh?

Lavoisier looked at Mitchell, who had also said the same thing, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

It's not that I dislike Professor Mitchell; I wouldn't even let him in the door. But the problem is... what happened to the promised time alone together? How come Professor Mitchell is suddenly here to catch up with us?

Something's not right! There's definitely something wrong with this!

......

Generally speaking, light bulbs are usually an annoying thing.

But it was very useful to Li Cheng at the moment. Mitchell, this 300-watt light bulb, actually gave him a sense of security, so he didn't have to worry about his brain short-circuiting and doing something irreversible.