The master and disciple sat hunched over the computer desk, heads down as they wrote the report.
Xiang Xiaotong seemed to have problems with her cervical spine. Sometimes she propped up her cheek with one hand and tilted her head to the right; other times, she rested her elbow on Song He's shoulder, tilted her head to the left, and leaned against him. The two positions alternated back and forth.
Whenever Song He got hungry from writing, he would say they should order takeout. Xiang Xiaotong would pull out her phone and order something to eat. They did not even need to ask what the other wanted. They had eaten together so many times that they knew each other's tastes by heart.
They worked until midnight, finally completing the full 20,000-word first draft of the report!
Song He's wrist was nearly broken. Writing a paper report was exhausting. Even typing 20,000 words would have been a challenge, let alone writing every stroke by hand.
It was said that before computers became widespread, some old writers could dash off 10,000 to 20,000 words a day by hand. After experiencing it himself, Song He finally understood what kind of monsters they had been.
At last, they read through the report once more.
The content was incredibly detailed, practically on the level of an academic paper. It was richly illustrated and analyzed the details of potentially feasible technical directions. It also pointed out the experts in related fields at home and abroad, while estimating the funding and time required for a series of studies.
At the end of the report, Song He and Xiang Xiaotong even volunteered to conduct in-depth research into evolutionary technology. They could fund the research themselves, but the related issues of experimental ethics and morality were troublesome and required