I'll Withdraw First

After studying hard for more than 20 years, I finally got a doctorate. As a result, before I had time to post "Thank you CCTV" in my circle of friends, I was kicked out of school by reality and dropped out of school. I have no choice but to withdraw first. I turned around and entered a company and moved bricks honestly, thinking that my fate with the word "doctor" was over for the rest of my life. Unexpectedly, fate is like psoriasis and cannot be wiped off. At a project matching meeting, the expert from Party A sitting across from me looked more and more familiar - oh, my former PhD supervisor, Wang Laoden. When he saw me, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled like "you really can't escape from my hands" smile. Me: ...(In my mind: God, you really know how to arrange scripts) What happened next was very simple: I went back to study for his PhD. In my own words, this is called "the second rendezvous after strategic retreat." In the words of my colleague, this is called "the most expensive repeat customer in history." Over the years, I've survived elsewhere and done pretty well. Now we meet again. The story begins here.