The classroom was extremely noisy. Some students were discussing the mock results again, others trading notes, while a few simply took advantage of the few free minutes before class.
Zi Han barely noticed any of it.
She sat at her desk, phone in hand, scrolling through her email with such thorough concentration that the rest of the class faded into the background.
Ever since submitting her research article to LEXIN, a quiet expectation had been sitting in her chest.
She had tried not to dwell on it, tried not to imagine possibilities, but she had.
If published, the paper might open doors and endless connections with researchers, professors, maybe even people obsessed with the same impossible questions she had been pursuing.
Of course, Ming Chen had promised access to top professors in the future, but Zi Han had long learned not to place all her hopes in promises made by others.
Better to build her own way.
Her thumb paused.
