"Oh, you must be talking about Zhou Ziang, he too is a freak of nature, having finished his undergraduate studies in two years and not long after his master's degree, he mentioned he was about to participate in his thesis defense," his male colleague hemmed and hawed as he packed up all the used lab equipment and tools.
"That's Zhou Ziang, isn't it? Actually, I also really want to know what's inside his brain," Aisha said as she picked up a surgical scalpel intended for dissection, twirling it in her hands. Zhou Ziang, it has been two years, no matter how much she tried to ingratiate herself with that little undergraduate from the East, he had never taken a proper look at her, that man, maybe his pituitary hormone secretion is abnormal.
The laboratory door swung open as Zhou Ziang entered alone. Two years of university life in the United States had completely accustomed him to this society, to the life of this era and space.
