At dusk, the office building of the School of Life Sciences at Jijing University.
After perusing the students' daily experimental reports, Hu Haibo hastily shut down his computer, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.
If he could live his life over again, he certainly would not choose biology.
Not just biology, it would be best to steer clear of the words "scientific research" altogether.
Even as an undergraduate, he knew the idea that sheer effort leads to success was nothing but hot air.
He just hadn't realized that in the world of scientific research, this saying could be so utterly nonsensical.
In the field of biology, known to him, the world's top talents were like a massive, blindly expanding fungus, but not a single fungus knew what environment they were in; they could only spread in all directions, thus extending countless colonies.
