Love in Shackles

I almost spit blood in anger.

He glanced at me, amused. “Fortunately, you have some innate advantages…”

“You?!” I angrily splashed water at him, soaking his shirt, which revealed his six-pack abs.

I suspected those abs were developed in women’s beds, but I later learned his good physique was from the gym.

I want to take the opportunity to discuss my research topic with Professor Fujii, whom I rarely get to meet.

“Professor, do you have a moment?

I’m encountering significant difficulties with my research project and would like to discuss them with you.”

As soon as he heard about the topic, the professor’s dull gray “dead fish eyes” suddenly lit up. “Certainly.”

For an hour, I explained the challenges I had faced over the past six months, particularly that these cancer cells divide extremely quickly and have a very low survival rate, making growth in simulated living environments impossible. I also mentioned my extensive research into cultivation methods, none of which were suitable.

After listening carefully, the professor asked detailed questions, which I answered thoroughly. I even suspected these cells could not form spores within the human body. The professor looked satisfied, praising my careful observation and innovative thinking.

“But I can’t find any relevant information. Continuing blindly would waste time and resources,” I added a compliment. “Professor, you are so knowledgeable. Could you provide insights about these cells’ characteristics?”

He thought for a long time before going into the inner room. After a while, he brought out a few pages and handed them to me. “This is part of a doctoral dissertation that describes the cell characteristics observed during research. You can refer to it; it should be helpful.”

When I took the materials, he solemnly patted them. “This project is still in the research stage. We haven’t published it and don’t plan to make it public for now. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I understand,” I said. “I will keep it confidential.”

“Not for me, but for our research laboratory.”

I nodded seriously, secretly thinking: These Japanese are so cunning, discovering something new and locking it away, probably aiming for some award.

It was past three in the afternoon when I left the professor’s office. I first went to the convenience store to thank the owner and quit my job.

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