As soon as Luo Xiu entered the door, he heard Yang Tianqi shouting sternly: "Pudding, why did you leave me!"

"Is Pudding the senior's girlfriend?"

Luo Xiu asked Li Shan in a low voice.

"Last time I heard from my senior that his girlfriend's name seemed to be Misaka Mikoto."

Zhao Jianye, who was standing next to him, immediately objected fiercely: "Nonsense, Sister Pao is my wife."

Yang Tianqi carefully picked up a hair on the table, "Pudding is the name of this hair of mine. Her sister Milk Tea just left us yesterday. I didn't expect that it would be her turn today. I didn't take good care of them."

After the senior finished speaking, he gently used his fingers to tidy up the remaining strand of hair.

"Why did you come to see me?"

"Senior, our rice ball wants to make an APP. I wonder if you have it..."

Before Luo Xiu finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted, "Why do you have to find us? Please find an outside company to do it! I really don't want to take this kind of job anymore, I just want to

Hurry and graduate with a doctorate!"

Yang Tianqi pulled his hair with his hands as he spoke, and then carefully released it to confirm that no new hair had fallen out, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Whether you can graduate or not, what does it have to do with us?"

Luo Xiu didn't understand a little.

"That's it." Zhao Jianye pulled Luo Xiu aside, "With Senior Yang's ability, he should have graduated with a doctorate long ago, but his mentor, Professor Zhong, is holding him back and treating him as a cheap labor force."

After saying this, Luo Xiu understood.

Many doctoral supervisors will take on work outside and then hand it over to their doctoral students to do it for them, taking most of the project funds themselves.

This is a normal phenomenon and there is nothing to blame.

After all, these students also learned knowledge and gained experience under the guidance of their instructors.

What is excessive is that some tutors prevent students from publishing papers, rob students of their thesis results, and allow students to delay graduation in order to use two more years of cheap labor.

Just like the previous project of Rice Ball, Yang Tianqi led the students and worked on it until ten o'clock every day, sacrificing countless hairs before it was finally completed.

Throughout the entire project, Professor Zhong barely provided any guidance, but took away 190,000 yuan in research funding, leaving only 10,000 yuan in hard-earned fees for the students. On average, each student received about 1,000 yuan.

This income is not as good as part-time help such as customer service.

At least you don't have to lose your hair if you work part-time as a customer service employee.

Professor Zhong can easily earn hundreds of thousands a month without doing almost anything.

The world is like this. Once you reach a certain level, your income and effort are no longer positively correlated.

Yang Tianqi, who worked so hard, could only get enough money to keep himself hungry. But Professor Zhong, who drank tea and chatted in the office every day and occasionally took one or two classes, could have astonishing wealth.

Luo Xiu walked up to Yang Tianqi and asked seriously: "Have you ever thought about leaving your mentor and working on your own? I can give you this opportunity."

"You mean to make me give up graduation?"

There was hesitation in Yang Tianqi's eyes.

"This depends on your own choice. Continue to work for your mentor and wait for him to be merciful and let you graduate. Or leave your mentor now and use your skills and abilities to make money."

Apart from a diploma, the instructor has no binding authority on him.

With his current skills, he can get a high salary from Luo Xiu right away.

Continuing to stay here will only consume the most energetic time of your life.

Especially for coders like me, I have already wasted several more years studying for a Ph.D. than others. If I continue to waste this way, by the time I actually start working, I will be over 30 years old and my energy will begin to decline, and I will not even be able to compare with those students who have just graduated from undergraduate degrees.

However, if you give up now, wouldn’t all the work you have done for your mentor be in vain?

Is the time I have invested for several years just wasted?

If I endure it a little longer and get my diploma, I will not only give myself an explanation for all my years of hard work, but also give an explanation to my parents.

My parents worked hard to support me in studying, but I dropped out of school. I really don’t know how to explain it to them.

Yang Tianqi did not make a decision immediately.

Luo Xiu didn't force him and gave him two days to think about it carefully.

Not everyone has the courage to change their original life plan without major changes.

…

At 6:20 a.m. the next day, Yang Tianqi was woken up by the alarm clock.

Professor Zhong required him to report to the laboratory at seven o'clock every morning to start his day's work.

During the few years he was studying for his Ph.D., he got up earlier than a chicken, went to bed later than a dog, ate worse than a pig, and worked more than an ox!

But it's much better now. At the beginning, he would go to his tutor's house to help clear the toilet and clean things up.

Now this kind of work is done by younger junior brothers and junior sisters.

Yang Tianqi clocked in and entered the laboratory, turned on the computer, and recalled yesterday's conversation with Luo Xiu.

After a night of calming down, the impulse from yesterday has disappeared.

He has become accustomed to a life of oppression, and the least bad option is to endure it a little longer and successfully obtain his diploma.

Moreover, I have done so many things for my tutor, so I should be almost done.

Later, I will ask him when his paper can be published and when he can participate in the defense.

Yang Tianqi was drafting a draft and thinking about how to talk to his instructor when he was called into the room by his instructor.

"Boss, what do you want from me?"

Zhong Liqun threw a piece of information to him and said, "There is a software development company here. You can recruit a few people and build it for me within a week."

"Boss, time is a bit tight this time. My last development hasn't been completed yet?"

Zhong Liqun tapped his fingers on the table and asked in a heart-rending voice: "I have given you enough time, are you working seriously? How long do you want to complete such a small project?"

"There is a technical problem that I haven't figured out yet."

Yang Tianqi explained in a low voice.

"If you don't understand, then give me some time to figure it out. You left before 9 o'clock last night. I thought you had nothing to do."

"I last night..."

Yesterday was Yang Tianqi’s 29th birthday.

A girl who had always had a crush on him said she wanted to celebrate his birthday, so she booked a restaurant and waited for him to go there.

He finally waited until his instructor left the laboratory before he was able to sneak away early.

But when he arrived at the restaurant, the girl had already left because she had waited for him for too long.

"I felt a little unwell last night, so I went back to the dormitory to rest."

Yang Tianqi changed his reason.

If you say that you have to go on a date with a girl for your birthday, you will definitely be ridiculed by your tutor.

"What's going on with you recently? Your work is getting worse and worse. Do you still want to graduate?"

[Do you still want to graduate?], these eight words are like a magic spell, making Yang Tianqi's feet uncontrollably trembling.

He really wanted to stop shaking, but he couldn't control it.

A total of seven years of study for a master's degree and a doctorate.

I attended a gathering of undergraduate classmates last time. Many of them have successful careers and have families and children.

Some people came here in luxury cars, and some bought second houses.

They were talking about the rise and fall of the stock market and the business situation this year.

As the top student in the class, the only thing Yang Tianqi could say was that he was about to graduate with a doctorate.

Seven years of youth.
Chapter completed!