Zhang Hongtao knew that Wang Zhifang had plans to step down and felt a tinge of sadness in his heart, but with Wang Zhifang's retirement, what was the point of staying in the Metal Composite Material Laboratory?
On the other hand.
As the nickel-iron alloy research and development work was wrapping up, Zhao Yi handed over all related tasks to others, and his attention shifted elsewhere, only to realize that summer vacation was almost over.
After three years at Yanhua University, the fourth year of university life was upon him, and Zhao Yi found that he had nothing to be sentimental about. He had become completely detached from university life, whether it was attending classes, participating in activities, or anything else, it all seemed unrelated to him.
"I may not have gotten my diploma yet, but at least in my mind, I've graduated early, right?"
"College life, huh!"