It was Thursday. After finishing the last rehearsal at school at noon, Fan Ning went straight to the elixir refining area behind the training room on the third floor of the Guidance School.

Except for Cyndia's permanent stay, almost no one comes here. After Fan Ning made a request before, he was directly assigned to a room equipped with common basic equipment.

At this time, on the operating table where he was sitting, in addition to the things he had purchased previously, there were also three samples placed on the table: the paint used by workers at the Golden Langia Watch Factory to apply the dial, the paint purchased by the workhouse (yellow),

Knocked-out paint from underground construction.

The latter two are okay, with large and sufficient quantities, but the only remaining pigment samples in the watch factory are only as big as a pitiful little toothpick box, and the "radioactive" extraordinary substance that Fan Ning suspects only has a certain concentration. If a chromatographic column is not used,

This is basically inseparable.

"Caroun, have you ever considered wearing a similar white coat to conduct on stage?" Seeing Fan Ning sitting upright and thinking intently, as if he was preparing for a performance, Joan felt very strange.

"I understand that he knows oil painting, but when will he still have this skill?" Sheeran's tone was full of interest.

Fan Ning turned his head and looked at the curious eyes of the two little girls: "Qiong, Xilan, you two are taking this so seriously, why don't I give you a task?"

"What mission?" Sheeran asked subconsciously.

Fan Ning quickly tied on the mask, then snapped a few times, shook off the dark green rubber gloves, and skillfully put them on his hands.
Chapter completed!