You are a graduate student at school, and your daily life is to help your senior brothers and sisters with trivial matters (being a free tool person).
You feel that you can't go on like this anymore.
You resolutely apply to your supervisor, hoping to join the research.
You succeeded, and your mentor agreed for you to join.
…
Hello everyone, I have traveled through time.
You were reincarnated smoothly from the doorway of the research room into your mother's belly.
Then, gloriously become a ninja.
To be honest, you have probably forgotten almost all the knowledge from your previous life, including unimportant things like memory.
However, when facing a genius deskmate, you can only hold your head in admiration.
Ps. You think your deskmate is really cute.
Intention: You are not a complainer.