Após três anos de sofrimento na vida de pós-graduação, Zhou Yun percebeu uma coisa: pessoas talentosas fazendo pesquisa são verdadeiros cientistas, enquanto pessoas sem talento fazendo pesquisa são ap
Hangzhou City, Qiantang University.
“Next, the subject teacher will ask you some questions.”
Zhou Yun looked somewhat bewildered at the teachers seated across from him.
A conference hall, a large table, the familiar giant screen, and faces not quite so familiar...
A slight throbbing pain in his head made him instinctively narrow his eyes. If he remembered correctly, shouldn’t he be at a KTV celebrating the successful completion of his graduate studies right now?
So why was he... in a graduate school interview!?
He glanced at the time displayed in the bottom right corner of the big screen—2024/4/5—the very year he had entered university.
It seemed he had been reborn, Zhou Yun mused silently.
Strangely, he felt unexpectedly calm.
It wasn’t so bad, at least he hadn’t been sent back to the college entrance exam.
But graduate school?
Not even a dog would want to go!
Exhausting and poorly paid, especially for those in second-tier universities. Whether he started working now or three years later, who could say which would be more lucrative?
A monthly stipend of six hundred, and even with the paltry five hundred from the state, it barely added up to a little over a thousand.
Yet the work expected included, but was not limited to: making PPTs for teachers, writing scripts, being a teaching assistant, grading assignments, working on projects...
The phrases teachers repeated most often were:
“Have you read the paper?”
“How are the experiments progressing?”
“What have you done