My Research Was Stolen, Then I Went Wild
Language: en
At our College of Agriculture’s final project presentation, my girlfriend's childhood friend beat me to the punch, announcing all of my experimental results as his own. This was a guy who was dead last in every single one of our major courses, yet he could flawlessly recite the most esoteric data from my soil analysis. The precise fertilizer concentration that took me hundreds of trials and sleepless nights to determine? He claimed he could figure it out to the last decimal just by sniffing a blade of grass. I was trembling with rage, but then a strange overlay of text, like comments on a…