The life of a research grunt had the word "grunt" tacked onto it for a reason. It was not hard to guess that there was not much glamour involved; there was mostly suffering.
For example, people who had never experienced graduate school might imagine research laboratories as clean, orderly, high-end, and impressive places. Everyone enjoyed a spacious work area, countless rare and expensive precision instruments, and every resource they could need. Every step of research and study was made to push the boundaries of humanity's understanding of the world.
All Jia Xiu could say to that imagination was that such places definitely existed. He could not deny it. As for how many there were, though, he had never seen one himself.
Based on his own experience, the labs he had worked in were not really "laboratories" in the strict sense. Anything they did there could have been done anywhere else, as long as there was a computer. The lab's greatest function was basically providing a place to put the server.
Their field did not need any other experimental resources, either.
At first, they had not even had proper individual workstations. Everyone sat in a row at one long table. Only after the school built a new building had they been assigned separate desks, though everyone was still crammed into one large room. It was no different from office cubicles at a company. Oh, no, that was not right. At a company, you could mooch free snacks. At school, you could only steal your classmates' snacks—or have your own snacks stolen by them.
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For some reason, other people's snacks just always seemed tastier than his own.
In short, a private office was to Jia Xiu what central heating was to people in the south: he had