During Nan Zhubin's last departure, the place was filled with the smell of coffee and people with dark circles under their eyes, creating an atmosphere of "I'm so tired I might drop dead, but if I push through another hour, maybe I won't die immediately, so let's keep going."
But now, in Nan Zhubin's eyes, the research group was finally brimming with a rare sense of relaxation.
The first person Nan Zhubin saw was Chonghui, directly facing the door. He wasn't sitting at his desk but on the table. The papers that were originally piled up on the desk had been swept aside, replaced with several large paper bags.
His own chair was pushed out, occupied by a woman Nan Zhubin didn't recognize.
Bai Qinghua, Weng Pinting, Shi Qianqian, Chonghui, and other working PhDs in the group each held a cup of coffee, chatting and laughing. The topics seemed to revolve around the woman sitting in Chonghui's spot, whom Nan Zhubin didn't know.
"Oh, Zhuren is back."
