Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 119 I sit to your left, yet it feels like we're separated by a galaxy.

Bai Zhaoli has never been as sad as she is today.

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been Bai Heng's darling, rarely interacting with unfriendly people, so in her life, there are very few things that she cannot get her way.

Although she didn't want to be a pampered young lady.

But from an objective point of view, that is her.

Therefore, she was rejected very few times, and most of the rejections were due to Jiang Lang.

But she wasn't angry or sad.

Because she felt that everyone should have their own pursuits, and when their pursuits differed, it was only right for Jiang Lang to refuse her.

But today, when Jiang Lang stopped her from hugging him, she felt like the sky was falling.

Why?!

I just feel sorry for you.

Although we never explicitly said we wanted to be together.

But isn't that the reality?

She wanted to punch Jiang Lang and angrily question him about why he did it.

But Jiang Lang was already on the verge of breaking apart, and she couldn't bear to part with it.

So he could only swallow his bitterness and sadness, and silently sit down beside Jiang Lang, looking at the moon on the river.

She sat to his left, yet it felt like they were separated by the Milky Way.

She didn't understand why the two of them had been chatting and laughing while waiting for the same aurora not long ago.

Now, they can only look at their own moon.

She felt even more aggrieved, wondering why Jiang Lang hadn't told her about his past until now.

But in the end, she didn't ask.

It seems that this is how many relationships between people are: the one who is more miserable often has the right to throw a tantrum.

I don't know how long I sat there.

Jiang Lang let out a long breath, his voice hoarse, and said, "Let's go back!"

Bai Zhaoli wrapped her arms around her knees, looked up at him for a while, and when she realized he didn't dare to meet her gaze, she mumbled a reply: "Okay—"

The two walked side by side in silence.

Finally, they parted ways at a certain intersection and headed to their respective destinations.

Jiang Lang stared at her retreating figure, lost in thought for a long time.

Finally, he shook his head and turned to walk towards the gate of Qiqihar University.

Traveling along the way.

Walk down to the bottom of the laboratory building.

He looked up and glanced around. He used to think this place was like a meat and blood factory, but today it seemed to be coated with an indescribable glow.

He knew that his immediate priority was to find Su Yunchang and get some answers.

But before taking that step, I hesitated.

From his angle, he could see the elevator entrance perfectly.

In a daze, he seemed to see the scene of his first day here again.

At that time, he had just been rejected by Hu Lintian, and he bumped into an old man as he was getting off the elevator.

The old man snatched his utterly worthless paper and then boasted that he was a once-in-a-million scientific genius.

He always thought that the old man only wanted to gain Xu Yanzhi as his beloved disciple, and incidentally, to connect with the Zongxi faction through Bai Zhaoli.

But looking back now, it seems completely different.

It was already very late, and the lobby of the laboratory building was deserted, with only a few students who had been doing experiments late coming out of the elevator.

Jiang Lang casually stopped someone: "Hey kid, got a cigarette?"

"Jiang, my classmate?"

Shen Weiwei gave Jiang Lang a strange look, a hint of resentment on her face: "Do I look like the kind of person you'd lend a cigarette to?"

Shen Weiwei was also impressed. Ever since the last martial arts competition, their research group had become much more well-behaved.

But this seclusion is directed outwards.

Since the new resident instructor was hired, the anti-Su atmosphere within the research group has become even stronger.

When she saw Jiang Lang stop her, she thought he had encountered something unpleasant and wanted to take her to the grove to vent his frustrations, which startled her.

After all, the life of a science and engineering graduate student is quite stressful.

The result—borrowing cigarettes?

Jiang, don't you have any self-awareness at all?

Jiang Lang was getting annoyed: "Just tell me if you have it or not!"

"have----"

Shen Weiwei was startled by his appearance and quickly took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her pocket.

Jiang Lang warned: "Fire!"

"Here you go, all of it!"

Shen Weiwei couldn't hold back any longer. She shoved the bling-bling lighter into Jiang Lang's hand and ran away in a disheveled state.

Jiang Lang sat on the flower bed, lit a cigarette, but after taking only one puff, he angrily smashed it on the ground and stomped it out.

Oh shit!

I have absolutely no energy!

This fucking doesn't even deserve to be called a cigarette!

He gritted his teeth and strode toward the elevator.

Upon reaching the sixth floor, he headed straight for the laboratory, where the master and apprentice usually conducted experiments at this time.

After taking only two steps, I heard what sounded like an argument coming from the direction of the office.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Xu Yanzhi was expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Teacher, your method is too conservative! I admit you have a keen eye and are very experienced, but this is the world of young people. My method may not have a high success rate and carries some risks, but its advantage lies in its short cycle. It quickly accumulates a large amount of data, and the conclusions will naturally emerge!"

I said, no!

"You old-fashioned thing!"

"You little firecracker!"

"Squeak—"

Jiang Lang pushed open the door.

The master and apprentice both looked over, clearly not expecting Jiang Lang to arrive at this time.

Jiang Lang forced a stiff smile: "Xiao Kui, go out for a bit. I need to talk to the teacher."

"What could be more important than our experiment?"

Xu Yanzhi was in a bad mood and spoke rudely to Jiang Lang.

As a result, his legs went weak when he was glared at by Jiang Lang's fierce eyes.

He stammered, "But I'm actually hungry, so I'm going out to get some instant noodles."

Done.

He then fled the office as if escaping.

"Bang!"

Jiang Lang closed the office door, stood in front of Su Yunchang's desk, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Teacher—"

Su Yunchang silently scrutinized him for a while before asking in a deep voice, "Did you go out to fight?"

"Um!"

"gang war?"

"Um."

"With whom?"

"Liu Xiu".

"Um----"

Su Yunchang responded and then fell silent.

A while later.

He took a sip of tea and forced a smile: "Please have a seat!"

"Um!"

Jiang Lang sat down on the sofa.

Su Yunchang tidied his messy, greasy hair: "Young people should be hot-blooded. When you're angry, it's good to fight a bit. Hey, weren't you on a date with your girlfriend? How come you suddenly got into a fight?"

"teacher!"

Jiang Lang didn't respond to that at all: "Was it Sister Su Su's arrangement that I was able to become your disciple?"

Upon hearing his daughter's name, Su Yunchang's eyes, already full of fine wrinkles, reddened.

He smiled and said, "That girl disappeared for several years. Then one day she called me and proudly told me that she had completed a great work, but it was still unfinished and she wanted me to help her optimize it."

"Tell me, what kind of daughter does this? She only remembers she has a father when she can't handle things herself."

"She's had a tough time too."

"yes!"

Su Yunchang sighed, his already somewhat cloudy eyes appearing even more dazed.

He suddenly sat up straight: "She also told me something."

"you say!"

Jiang Lang's tone was low.

Su Yunchang stared at his bloodshot eyes: "She said that because she was too radical, she caused a lot of irreversible damage to the work, so she asked me to help delete the data and start over so that the work can be truly perfect."

Jiang Lang's expression froze, clearly understanding what Su Yunchang meant.

He felt a lump in his throat: "But the initial data is the path from which an achievement comes—"

Su Yunchang shook his head: "If you want to go further, you must travel light. Leave the invalid data in the old database. You can occasionally look back on it after you succeed, but you don't need to wear it like a medal all the time. Otherwise, you will never be able to achieve perfection."

Jiang Lang: "Okay—"

Su Yunchang interrupted again: "Only by treating the pain of the past as a piece of clothing on your way to the top will it have meaning. Jiang Lang, your dissertation for promotion has been approved."

"what?"

Jiang Lang was taken aback, wondering why Su Yunchang had suddenly brought up this matter.

Before I knew it, Su Yunchang had already handed me a document.

He took the document and discovered it was the thesis he used to apply for a permanent position.

I glanced at the author's profile.

Corresponding author: Yunchang Su.

First authors: Jiang Lang and Su Su.