Late at night, when Li Zheng and Zhou Yi rushed back to the lab,
six sets of sample analyses had already been completed here.
Shen Yiyun was utterly devastated.
The achievements of just two hours of work would've taken her at least half a year to accomplish.
Were those carefully selected samples, which felt like a gamble to prepare, now trivialized by simply grinding them under an electron microscope?
It was simply…
…bullying!
Is "inspiration" supposed to bully people like this?
Zhou Yi stood in front of the workstation screen again, flipping back and forth through these several structures, and couldn't help but descend into hysteria once more.
"This kind of stability and convenience... It's too exaggerated... It's really too damn exaggerated... Right now I feel... feel..." Zhou Yi clenched the mouse, trying his utmost to express his current feelings, "like I've found a gold mine where the more I dig, the more I find... but I have no idea where to begin..."
