She made quite a few shocking statements that morning, and the looks she received from her colleagues ranged from sizing her up, to curiosity, to defensiveness, to outright antagonism.
Zhang Yu didn't have time to look at them; she was really busy now, with no time to watch their expressions.
As for relationships with colleagues, if they could get along, then great; if not, just drop it. After all, geniuses are always lonely.
Moreover, she might be fighting with the beasts of the quadrangle at any time, as exhausting as that could be; she really didn't have the energy to play all sorts of calculating games with her colleagues.
After scrutinizing the accounts for a long time, Zhang Yu felt she was seeing stars—the era without computers meant all the data had to be crunched with just a pen and an abacus, which was certainly not easy.
Just as Zhang Yu was about to stand up for some on-the-spot exercises, she noticed that everyone was already preparing to go for lunch.
