The existence of this kind of person would make many people misunderstand that math is something really simple.
But there was nothing he could do, even though he knew that kid was nitpicking the paper to which he also contributed, he still had to figure out how to deal with his endless questions...
Seriously, what the hell!
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Huaxia, Beijing, Yanbei University.
Qiao Yu had just walked into the math research center when he ran into Old Xue hurrying outside.
"Mr. Xue."
"Oh, you're back?"
"Yeah, just arrived." As he spoke, Qiao Yu lifted his hand to show off the light suitcase that Qiao Xi had ordered online for him—a Golden Eagle, a branded item!
Anyway, Qiao Yu thought it was a good brand—stylish, lightweight, and eye-catching.
But obviously, Old Xue wasn't one to recognize quality items. Instead of saying, "Oh, a new suitcase," he directly asked, "So, any breakthroughs on your idea?"
Gosh, he has no idea how to mentor, doesn't think like a student at all.
