134 A miraculous reprieve; Xu Wenyao brings food to Alian_1
In the classroom.
A few members of the group were speaking in low voices,
Wang Xu sat at the edge of the table, elbows propped on it, covering his face with his hands, while the computer screen in front of him still displayed his report page. The occasional "ding" of new messages popping up on WeChat and QQ in the bottom right corner of the screen twisted the entire classroom atmosphere.
This was the first lesson society taught Wang Xu: never trust anyone in society.
The sound of the door opening startled Wang Xu, and he dropped his hands dejectedly, "Sorry, it's all my fault."
Someone in the group was scowling, their frustration hard to articulate: "We worked so hard to collect data, to gather materials, to integrate the model, and we were about to start presenting; our whole group trusted you so much, and now you're saying there's a mistake in the modeling? Does that do justice to all the effort we've put in these past days!"