The sound of rushing water rang out. A moment later, Song He emerged from the restroom.
After taking just two steps, he seemed to notice something else and turned back to look at the desk.
Like all scholarly leaders, Xiang Xiaotong's desk was a chaotic mess. Academic documents, journals, and laboratory reports were piled up like little mountains, making it nearly as cluttered as a recycling depot.
Two small ornaments sat in the corner of the desk. One was the common little Red Flag, while the other was an exquisite wooden picture frame.
There was no photograph inside the frame, but a small portrait. A few simple strokes outlined the delicate features of a beautiful woman.
The more Song He looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. Then he remembered. During a previous meeting, he had been bored and slacking off beneath the table, so he had competed with his teacher in drawing and casually sketched a portrait of her.
He had never seen it again afterward. He had assumed she had thrown it away or forgotten it somewhere. Who would have thought she had put it in a frame and placed it on her desk?
Song He smiled faintly. It seemed his drawing skills were still pretty good. He had won his teacher's approval.
He hurried out of the office, checked that the door was locked, then went downstairs to the laboratory.
From far away, he heard cheers erupting from the laboratory at the end of the corridor!
Song He smiled. It seemed his subordinates' reactions had been delayed. He quickly changed clothes and entered the laboratory, where everyone was roaring and celebrating. Many people were excitedly hugging one another, their faces flushed as they shouted in celebration!
"We did it!"
"Awesome!"
"Woohoo, we're taking off!"
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