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However, Wu Rong acted as if nothing had happened, going about his usual business without causing her any trouble. It was just that Rao Jie noticed that Wu Rong had become increasingly busy.
Every night before midnight, Wu Rong would tell Rao Jie to go back and rest, but she had no idea how much longer he would work. One morning, when Rao Jie called Wu Rong for a meal as usual and opened the door, she was taken aback by the scene before her.
She remembered that before leaving the night before, the room had been tidied up. But after just one night, it looked completely different. The floor was covered with crumpled draft papers and books were piled haphazardly. Rao Jie couldn't imagine what kind of battle had taken place overnight to result in such chaos.
What surprised Rao Jie even more was Wu Rong's state. He stood in front of his whiteboard, one hand holding a pen and the other propping up his chin, gazing at the black numbers on the board with a furrowed brow, as if pondering some serious issue. He didn’t even notice when Rao Jie entered.
Last night, he had been like this too, dressed in comfortable cotton clothes, standing in front of the whiteboard drawing and writing, telling Rao Jie without turning around that it was late and she should go back to rest. The bed still looked clean and tidy, probably the only place in the room that hadn’t been messed up.
So… had Wu Rong not slept at all last night? Rao Jie frowned slightly and stepped forward, saying, “Professor Wu, you should rest now; breakfast is ready.”
Wu Rong didn’t turn around or change his expression; if it weren’t for his perfunctory “mm” response, Rao Jie wouldn’t have dared to confirm whether he had heard her.
Watching Wu Rong like this left Rao Jie somewhat dazed. She had seen him in this state many times before. Every time she saw him like this, a complex emotion stirred deep within her—worry? admiration? envy?
Rao Jie had never felt this way before because there weren’t many people like him around her. It was fascinating to see someone pouring their heart and soul into a career they loved. Compared to Wu Rong, she felt rather insignificant.
However, Rao Jie also knew what she needed to do next. Before dinner, she completed two sets of mathematics exam papers for her graduate studies. After checking her answers, she could hardly believe it—she had made so much progress.
She had never experienced such a clear sense of ease while solving problems before; although she was tackling difficult questions step by step, she had never improved so dramatically. This must be what they meant by quantitative change leading to qualitative change.
Rao Jie felt as if she had suddenly become enlightened, filled with joy. She couldn't help but hold up her two test papers, eager to show Wu Rong and hear his praise, wanting him to know about her progress. Her happiness was something she wanted to share with Wu Rong right away.
However, when she rushed to Wu Rong's door, she suddenly realized. It wasn't the time for him to tutor her; she couldn't disturb him. The thought of not being able to share her joy immediately made Rao Jie feel a bit disappointed. Just as she was about to turn away, the door swung open.
"What are you doing standing at my door?" Wu Rong asked, stepping out with a cup in hand, looking at Rao Jie with confusion.
Rao Jie looked down at the now-empty cup and immediately replied cheerfully, "Professor Wu, let me take care of it. Is it still black coffee? Should I get some dessert?"
Wu Rong gave Rao Jie a strange look, wondering why she was suddenly so attentive. Although he was puzzled, when he saw the math test papers in Rao Jie's hands, he began to understand. He didn't respond but instead took the test papers from her hands and started to look them over.
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