In Professor Clark's laboratory, Jeming was immersed in handling a set of complex energy flow data.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Viola next to him sighing at a pile of rune structure diagrams, her pretty face, usually carrying a hint of mischief or laziness, was now furrowed like a bitter melon.
"Senior, what's wrong with you again? Isn't the war over?" Jeming couldn't help but pause his work, curiously asking.
Viola suddenly raised her head, glared at him viciously as if she'd found a vent for her emotions: "Over? Yes, it's over! But what did I get from this trip?! Nothing!"
