Near eleven o'clock on Monday morning, Binhai University.
Qi Yuanchen arrived at the sixth reading room of the university library and found Zhuo Jiahe indeed sitting in a remote corner, seriously immersed in reading a thick medical tome.
Sitting down quietly beside him, Qi Yuanchen said puzzled, "Zhuo Jiahe, you've smoothly passed your thesis defense; you should be relaxing now."
"Yet here you are, suddenly burying yourself in the library, determined to work hard."
"You didn't even show this kind of diligence when preparing for exams before."
Looking at Zhuo Jiahe's face, he asked, "Come on, honestly tell me, were you strongly stimulated by something?"
"Or perhaps you got some insider information you've been keeping from me?"
Zhuo Jiahe hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Comrade Lao Qi, stimulation-wise, yes, there was. Insider information-wise, you could say there was a bit."
"Let's talk about the stimulation first!" Qi Yuanchen leaned in with interest.
