Li Luohao's life felt like it had already been mapped out for him. Perhaps he would spend his entire life hunched over a computer, confined to a sterile lab, conducting mind-numbing scientific experiments.,One day, when Li Luohao was still relatively conscious, he dragged his weary body to see a psychiatrist. The final diagnosis matched his own guess: moderate depression.,Wang Pangzi kept smiling ingratiatingly at Dean Wang. Dean Wang glanced at his watch and said, “There’s still an hour left. Check all the hardware facilities again. There can't be any mistakes.”。