"This...you've already provided a lot," Li Zheng hurriedly put on his lab coat, donned gloves, and wiped the cleaned round-bottom flask, "so I really did it according to my own understanding."
"You must do it based on your own understanding, I won't speak throughout, just record," Shi Yang pulled up a
chair, sat down, and began rummaging through his backpack, "Rigid routines only kill your creativity, that's how the senior ended up like this."
He wasn't entirely wrong in saying that.
But suddenly, Li Zheng felt a chill coming from the door.
A quick glance to the side.
Shen Yiyun was standing at the door with materials in hand, eyes wide and seemingly on the verge of full-blown rage.
"Shi..." Li Zheng, frightened, quickly lowered his head and swallowed before saying, "The senior is just temporarily overwhelmed with tasks... Once she engages in research work, she will start creating very soon..."