Zhou Mo: You haven’t been infected by me, have you?
Han Chen: No.
Then he sent another message: I have surgery in the morning and will take a rest at noon.
Han Chen actually did what he said, started to take the initiative to explain his itinerary, and began to change.
Zhou Mo smiled faintly.
She said: Okay, I'll see you at noon.
"Senior Sister, what's wrong? Why are you smiling so happily?" Zhao Xiaoshuang couldn't help but feel puzzled when she saw Zhou Mo smiling foolishly while holding her cell phone.
Zhou Mo's face suddenly turned cold, "Have you finished what Director Shen asked you to do?"
Zhao Xiaoshuang: “…” He just buried his head in his work and didn’t ask any more questions.
These days are the time for the second round of doctoral admissions this year. As a member of the second round of review panel, Shen Qingyi participated in the doctoral re-examination organized by the college.
This year, someone originally applied for Shen Qingyi's doctoral program and passed the preliminary exam. However, when he was notified to take the second exam, he emailed Shen Qingyi and told him that he had also passed the interview of a medical school in the capital. The school did not need to take the preliminary exam and could directly apply for an interview after the assessment, while he passed the interview.
Shen Qingyi suppressed his temper, read the email, and forwarded it to Zhou Mo, asking Zhou Mo to write a blessing message on his behalf.
Tutors are also human beings. How can they not be angry when their students stand them down? But even if they are angry, they still have to respond gracefully with a few words of blessing, such as "bright future" and "good luck".
Shen Qingyi felt that he was too angry to speak, so he could only ask Zhou Mo to write a few sentences for him.
Zhou Mo also felt it was a pity. The atmosphere in Shen Qingyi's group was extremely good. Looking across the country, such mentors were rare.
Most of the current supervisors have become corrupt. Seeing the news reports of students jumping off buildings everywhere, we can probably guess what the atmosphere in the academic circle is like now.
The mentor is no longer a mentor, but a boss.
Students are no longer students, but cheap labor.
The tutor has a side job, starts a company and engages in PY transactions with others. All the private work, company affairs, and daily chores are left to the students. In any case, whether the students can graduate depends entirely on the tutor's words. The power of life and death is in the hands of the tutor, and the students have no choice but to obey.
As a result, exploitation and PUA are everywhere, and teachers are not allowed to graduate because once students graduate and leave, there will be no one to do the teachers' work.
Students do these jobs without labor contracts and without being paid. They are perfect "slaves."
Before, the junior sister with tetralogy of Fallot that Zhou Mo helped was this one.
Her tutor, Gan Liyan, is a famous PUA tutor in the college. She makes the junior girl do private work and is always sarcastic, exploiting, suppressing and mocking her.
The junior student already had tetralogy of Fallot, and after Gan Liyan’s disturbance, her illness relapsed and she almost died.
The college doesn’t care how students are PUA-ed, but as long as it involves human lives, the college will be scared. The school leaders will go to comfort her one by one and say they will help her solve the problem.
In fact, they were afraid that she would tell others, which would not only make the college lose its reputation, but also embarrass the leaders above.
Gan Liyan also realized the seriousness of the problem and was probably interviewed by the college. When graduation came, she quickly signed her junior's thesis and the review comments without daring to delay it at all.
"Senior sister, look at the group of masters and doctoral students in our school, there are activities going on." Zhao Xiaoshuang reminded.
Zhou Mo logged into WeChat and took a quick look. It was a table tennis and badminton competition organized by the college graduate student association.
"Not interested."
"The first prize is one thousand yuan."
"That's not interesting either."
Zhao Xiaoshuang saw that Zhou Mo was not in high spirits and asked, "Is it because of those people in the West Building?"
The West Building was where Zhou Mo studied for his master's degree. At that time, Zhou Mo worked as an assistant in the graduate office, responsible for statistics, awards and honors evaluation work, and had some unpleasantness with some people in the West Building.
This table tennis and badminton competition was organized by the Graduate Student Association, many of whose members are from the West Building.
The so-called graduate student association, like the undergraduate student union, is a student organization that helps teachers solve problems but "goes against" students.
"Senior Sister, you and those people in the West Building are having a disagreement. Is it because of Senior Sister Cheng Yuan?"
"Yeah." Zhou Mo asked, "You are well-informed."
When she helped Cheng Yuan, Zhao Xiaoshuang had not yet started school.
"I heard from Senior Brother Suo that this incident was quite a big deal at the time," Zhao Xiaoshuang asked. "I was chatting with my classmates a few days ago and heard that Senior Sister Cheng Yuan went to a biomedical company called ONEPAPER after graduation. It seems she recently resigned."
"She resigned?" Zhou Mo was surprised. "Is it due to health reasons?"
Zhao Xiaoshuang: "I'm not sure either. Is her illness serious?"
"Yes," Zhou Mo said, "I heard her say that she had surgery when she was a child, but the best age for surgery for Tetralogy of Fallot is around one year old. She didn't have it until she was nine, and it was a palliative surgery, so it didn't seem to be very successful."
"Life is so unpredictable," Zhao Xiaoshuang sighed. "Senior Cheng Yuan, I heard she's very outstanding."
"She has won first-class scholarships every year and has very solid experimental skills. She is one of the few people who has both statistical and experimental skills."
When studying these majors, you basically either do statistics or experiments, and it is rare to do both.
Zhou Mo himself is purely engaged in statistics, mainly focusing on data processing, and rarely involved in experiments.
"I guess those people in the west building are suffering from conjunctivitis." Zhao Xiaoshuang said.
"That's the whole atmosphere in the West Building," Zhou Mo said, having stayed there for three years.
From teachers to students, everyone is suffering from "red eye disease". Even the tutors in the same teaching and research department who are in the office next door can still have a quarrel and part ways in a bad mood.
He also brought his students along to exclude each other.
The teachers formed cliques and the students followed suit. Zhou Mo really disliked the atmosphere there.
Zhou Mo's previous mentor was a veteran figure in the school. With such status, professors younger than her didn't dare to act rashly, so Zhou Mo was still okay with it.
For someone like Cheng Yuan, meeting a mentor with average abilities, bad personality, and extremely bad character is basically like entering hell.
In the group, I was suppressed by the teacher, and outside the group, I was excluded by students from other teachers.
It’s sad to think about these days.
Zhou Mo was just thankful that he was lucky enough to have changed his place of study when he was studying for his doctorate, so he didn't have to deal with the mess in the West Building.
Zhao Xiaoshuang: "Sister, if I were you, I would participate in this competition. You are such a good table tennis player. If you come back with first place, you will piss them off to death."
Zhou Mo: "How could I possibly get first place? They are the organizers of the event, which means they are the judges. If I participate, it won't piss them off, it will only piss myself off."
Zhao Xiaoshuang: "Is there no one to take care of these people?"
Zhou Mo smiled but said nothing.
The dean came from the teaching and research department in the west building. How can we manage him?
Zhou Mo didn't answer but asked, "Xiao Zhao, do you think Director Shen wants to go to the First Hospital of Dongda University just because the treatment there is good?"
Zhao Xiaoshuang was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something.
"Yes, our college is dead, full of cliques and factions, and there's a lot of internal friction."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
