"Hmm, ah..." Li Jiangao sighed.
The relationship between Qiao Ze and Su Mucheng had essentially beco public knowledge, but the fact that they were living together was sothing he only heard about today from Yu Chenggong.
He was sowhat worried.
It wasn't that he feared anything else, mainly that the two kids were simply too young.
At an age where they knew the taste of passion, Li Jiangao feared that the two youngsters wouldn't know moderation and might not take precautions, which could lead to serious issues.
Unfortunately, he really didn't know how to educate them on this matter. Nor did he have any idea how to bring it up with Qiao Ze.
"Director Yu, how should I remind Qiao Ze about this?" Li Jiangao said with concern.
"Huh? Remind him of what?" Yu Chenggong was stunned for a mont and asked.
"It's just that, shouldn't we remind him now that we're aware of it?" Li Jiangao said discontentedly.
Yu Chenggong laughed and said, "I say, Professor Li, you're just too worried. I was just confirming it. When two people are mutually in love, isn't it fine to let nature take its course? Whatever concerns you've thought of, Qiao Ze is surely aware of as well. Let's not interfere."
"This..." Li Jiangao truly hadn't expected Yu Chenggong to take such an attitude.
"Haha... well, I've satisfied my curiosity, and it's getting late; I'm off to my room. Tomorrow is a big day for you, so get so rest early tonight," Yu Chenggong said laughingly as he left Li Jiangao's room.
From Yu Chenggong's perspective, this really wasn't a big deal.
But after confirming this matter, he subconsciously ranked Su Mucheng's importance higher in his mind.
Well, so things are okay to know; no need to worry unnecessarily.
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United States, Princeton.
Hunger once again roused the fully engaged Edward Whitten, who glanced at the ti and was surprised it was already six in the evening...
He had been sitting in his office for nine hours.
He had skimd through the paper already.
After briefly running through the crucial steps, Whitten was surprised to find that the paper's understanding of differentiation and perception of various spaces had indeed reached a level worthy of admiration, especially the partitioning thod he had designed and its application to space.
This thod seed to have only been proposed by soone recently.
Edward Whitten was contemplating in his mind.
Unfortunately, he couldn't ponder any longer; he needed to eat sothing. And maintaining focus for a long ti had left him feeling extrely fatigued, his brain even starting to feel a touch of emptiness.
In the end, he was getting old. If it were his younger days, he would have had the energy to read through the paper again overnight.
After collecting himself, he reluctantly glanced at the paper on the table once more before standing up.
He resisted the urge to pick up the paper again.
He needed to eat sothing and then ensure he had enough rest before starting a detailed read-through, at the very least to verify whether the key theorem derived in the formulas was correct.
This was not just about the correctness of the paper; it also related to whether he could adopt the series of tools derived by Qiao Ze to refine his M-theory.
After putting on his coat and stepping out of the office, he saw the naplate Roth Dugan had hung on his office door and couldn't help but smirk.
That guy... was indeed thoughtful sotis.
Just as Whitten thought of leaving, Lotte Dugen erged from another office not far away.
He looked tired, yet exceptionally spirited.
"Ha, what a coincidence, Edward, are you heading out?"
"Indeed, I wouldn't have expected soone near to have not prepared a lunch for ."
"Haha, I skipped lunch too... Anyway, let's not fuss over the small stuff. Do you think his proof holds up?" Lotte Dugan asked with bright eyes, looking intently at Edward Whitten.
"There hasn't been enough ti... I still can't make a judgnt right now, as you know, it needs more thorough verification..."
Edward Whitten hesitated for a mont, then said, "But I have a feeling that the paper is probably correct. Of course, that's just my personal opinion. The only regret is that the author hasn't yet found a general solution to the equations."
"Haha, we're on the sa page. Please, hurry up Edward, I can't wait to publish this paper. Besides, I don't think that's a pity at all. Take it one step at a ti; after all, the author of this paper is still very young. He has plenty of ti to continue advancing this proposition," Lotte Dugan replied with a laugh.
These words struck a chord with Edward Whitten, who responded, "Alright, no more beating around the bush, tell who the paper's author is! Don't try to fob off with the double-blind review rules, for this paper, as long as the reviewers have an ounce of sense, they won't make difficulties just because of who wrote it."
"So, Edward, are you inviting for dinner?"
"Heh... sure, if you don't ever want to walk into my office again."
"Alright, alright, I was just joking, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. Also, the author of this paper is nineteen years old. I imagine you already know who he is, right?" Lotte Dugan winked as he spoke.
"Nineteen?" Edward Whitten was shocked, then an indistinct image surfaced in his mind: "Is it him?"
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Huaxia, Capital, Jingcheng International Conference Center, Room D12.
This was a small conference room that could accommodate a little more than twenty people.
Yet it was equipped with all sorts of modern conference facilities.
Li Jiangao was standing at the small podium, demonstrating the PPT he had long prepared.
The feeling was strange.
It wasn't coming from his peers or the two academician experts sitting below. It was because his future student was sitting seriously in the first row, attentively listening to his presentation.
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