Zi Han saved her document, closed her laptop, and rubbed her temple.
The research proposal was coming along. Slowly, because she had to rebuild most of her theoretical framework from memory and cross-reference it against current literature to make sure nothing had been published in this world that would either invalidate or strengthen her approach. But it was coming. The Muist compound section alone had taken three evenings of focused work, and she was almost satisfied with the framing.
Almost. She wanted another two weeks on it before she submitted anywhere, let alone somewhere like LEXIN, where well-established researchers often shared their work. It wasn't something she could rush, especially not in her current situation, but at least she had already taken the first step.
She looked at the clock.
She looked at the textbooks stacked on the corner of her desk.
She looked at the clock again.
She had another tutoring session with Ming Ye tonight.
