At two o'clock in the morning, the red light of the 20 million electron microscope was like a heart stopping. Jiang Qie rushed out of the laboratory with the hard drive in his arms and ran into Shen Shi's arms - the cup of warm milk in his hand was the only warmth. The opportunity was given to him, the data was hers, but the favor was like a dangling chemical bond that couldn't find its place.
，，，；，，"" Later, on the playground where the outstanding youth failed, the moon was like a cold-hardened blade. She walked with him in goose steps. When he counted to the 100th step, he suddenly said: "We will apply together next year."
It wasn't until he handed the bid document to her for correction that a line of handwriting quietly appeared on the last page: The corresponding author belongs to you and to me. The data will be settled, and there will be no control group for the heartbeat - two people who know how to stop losses will eventually turn their love into a complication that cannot be withdrawn.
