At five that afternoon, Song Ning left the laboratory.
She was a lenient technical lead.
She had repeatedly made it clear that, as long as everyone involved in the project completed their assigned work according to plan and met their deadlines...
Then she, as the person in charge, would take responsibility for whether they achieved their breakthrough.
But if someone failed to finish their own tasks and delayed their progress, that person would bear responsibility for the entire project.
As a result, working in the laboratory came with a great deal of freedom.
As long as you were confident you could finish on schedule, you could decide for yourself when to leave and when to take a break.
Just as she had chosen to leave at five now, plenty of others had voluntarily stayed to work overtime.
No one wanted to be the one who held up their progress.
More importantly... no one wanted to shoulder that responsibility.
The girl was cocky enough to claim she could achieve a breakthrough in three months.
Let her be cocky.
They would make sure they finished their own parts properly, so she had no chance to shift the blame onto them.
Song Ning retrieved her bicycle from the bike shed and rode for more than ten minutes before reaching the university's West Gate.
The West Gate offered the shortest route back to the Siheyuan Courtyard.
The main gate was closed, and people entered and left through the smaller gate beside it.
She dismounted and had just pushed her bicycle out through the gate when she heard crying nearby.
Turning to look, she saw a young woman kneeling on the ground, her face streaming with tears.
Standing in front of her was the very same male student Song Ning had encountered outside the dining