100% Chance of Precipitation [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 70 What does it mean?

Zhen Ying rarely felt so comfortable chatting with others.

Zhen Ying asked: "Are you from our school?"

The young man shook his head: "I'm from a foreign school, and I'm here to observe the open class this week."

"How old are you?"

Zhen Ying rarely gives a direct verbal offer, but she is very sure that this young man will be a good fit for her laboratory: "If you want to do a postdoc in the future, you can contact me directly."

However, she heard the young man say: "Twenty-five years old, but I am already doing a postdoc."

Zhen Ying was stunned for a moment.

She was surprised by this young man's intelligence, but at the same time she felt a little regretful: "That's it."

Zhen Ying continued to push the bicycle forward, and the boy quietly accompanied him beside him.

After chatting about scientific research knowledge, they were silent for a while. In the eyes of outsiders, the current situation seemed like they had nothing to say, and normal people would start to feel uncomfortable.

But maybe because their personalities are similar, this way of getting along is within each other's comfort zone, and no one feels even a little embarrassed.

"You just said you were going to see a psychiatrist soon." After a while, Zhen Ying heard the young man ask, "Are you feeling well?"

They had just met, and this was actually a question that crossed the line a bit.

"I have depression and have been actively treating it over the years."

Zhen Ying didn't care too much and just replied calmly: "In the early years, my emotions would be greatly affected, but now it doesn't affect scientific research and life so much."

The young man said nothing and nodded after a while.

Zhen Ying pushed the cart out of the campus and onto the road.

The sky was slightly overcast, which seemed to be a sign before a light rain, but the autumn breeze was cool and comfortable, not stuffy. It was undoubtedly a very comfortable and peaceful afternoon.

Zhen Ying felt that she had talked too much today, but it was rare to meet young people who could chat like this, and she felt as if she had met them too late.

She also wanted to chat with him for a while and ask him about his future plans and whether he had any plans to continue his studies in college after his postdoc.

However, when he turned around, he found that the young man was no longer beside him.

Zhen Ying looked back and saw that he was standing behind her and had stopped.

The young man pointed to the fork on the other side,

"It's time for me to go." Zhen Ying heard him say this.

"It was a pleasure chatting with you. In fact, my graduation project that year was about topics related to CD4+ effector T cells."

The young man said softly: "I think we are destined."

A gust of wind blew gently, and Zhen Ying's body suddenly trembled.

They had been chatting at close range before. At that time, Zhen Ying was focused on holding the car and looking at the road, and did not look carefully at the young man's face.

At this moment, the breeze ruffled his hair, and his handsome facial features were completely exposed.

The bridge of the nose, the jaw, and the eyes, every detail was reflected in Zhen Ying's pupils, piecing together an answer that Zhen Ying had never expected.