The three graduate students were bewildered, their minds filled with dreams of a perfect life as they graduated with full honors from their continuous degree program, and now, the renowned mentor had personally come...
People often say, "The youngest son, the eldest grandson, is the life root of the elderly." Could it be that they are the master's youngest apprentices?
Who knows, maybe they're Professor Song's favorite students?
In any case, the three of them stood by the roadside in a row, peeking around like a line of penguins.
"Professor, Professor, did you see that?"
"Professor, look here! This one bore particularly large fruit this year, and I've marked its runners separately."
"Professor, do you think putting some small hoop tunnels next to the dorms in winter would result in better traits than Tian Tian's fifth-generation village seedlings?"
"Professor..."
The three of them were chattering away, sounding like a hundred ducks.
