For Qiao Yu, who is at the center of the storm, he’s well aware that he’s beco a thorn in the side and a pain for many people.
However, Qiao Yu doesn’t really care, or rather, he hasn’t given it much thought at all.
After all, he is rooted in Huaxia, and no matter how chaotic it gets outside, he has a strong sense of security.
It’s not just that; it’s also because everyone around him are familiar faces, each one very capable and protective of him. In such an environnt, it’s indeed hard to have a sense of danger.
The only danger he might need to worry about is not to anger his mom when visiting Qiao Xi.
Or rather, once he angers Qiao Xi, he must avoid showing his face near Huaqing.
The fact is, Qiao Xi is probably the only person in all of Beijing who dares to and knows how to beat him up, and Old Zheng just turns a blind eye.
Qiao Yu finds this quite unjust.
He’s already a man who has won the Fields dal, an internationally recognized world-class mathematics expert. So have even attached the title "the father of contemporary theoretical mathematics" to him.
Being such an outstanding individual, Qiao Yu just can’t fathom how Qiao Xi can bring herself to lay a hand on him.
Not to ntion, he’s already a PhD, about to graduate and beco a professor, while Qiao Xi is just a minor student of mathematics, still worrying about her GPA every day...
Honestly, if it were any other student, they would have to treat him with utmost respect.
Ultimately, it can only be attributed to that damned bloodline suppression, and the leniency given to the favored who always behaves fearlessly.
After all, being occasionally chastised by his mom is a kind of happiness that many middle-aged n even envy.
Thinking of it this way, he feels at ease—he’s definitely doing better than those middle-aged bigwigs who’ve rely achieved so career success.
For example, those who, despite being middle-aged, must pass exams to join his project team, including doctoral students and professors.
At this mont, Qiao Yu is grading papers, which is no easy job considering that forty-seven people sat for the exam.
Indeed, even though the official project announcent stated that there would only be six main participants, including Qiao Yu as the host, it attracted so many people.
While the ratio of 47:5 can’t compare to those popular civil service positions with a selection ratio of rely a few ten-thousandths,
considering Qiao Yu’s project team is essentially an intelligence sieve. An initial round already filtered out the less intelligent, regardless of past achievents.
Zheng Xiweng, who is in charge of the security departnt, also conducted an initial screening beforehand. His criteria were even stricter; anyone even slightly questionable was filtered out as well.
Having 47 people take the exam seed like quite a lot under those circumstances.
Currently, Qiao Yu is grading papers in a special office allocated to him at the Yanbei International Mathematics Research Center.
Yes, now Qiao Yu has thoroughly carved out a niche for himself. Not only does he have his own office, but it’s not even smaller than the one Tian Yan really has.
The room appears grand and spacious. All office supplies, including the desks and chairs, are crafted from new, solid wood.
There’s no helping it, as Qiao Yu is now a Fields dal recipient. Such a status often brings mathematicians to visit him, hosting visitors in dormitories as before is evidently inappropriate.
It’s untenable to constantly have Qiao Yu borrow Elder Yuan’s Qiuzhai at Huaqing; Yanbei needs to save face too.
Hence, ever since Qiao Yu returned to Huaxia, setting up his office was on the agenda.
But the purchasing and refurbishing process took so ti, including waiting for new odors to diffuse. Fortunately, the office was ready by the ti the project group began preparations.
Honestly, Qiao Yu doesn’t particularly like the office’s decor; it’s too old-fashioned. While it has all necessary modern equipnt, it feels too staid, not youthful at all.
There’s nothing he can do about it; the design plans were arranged by his own ntor, and since it didn’t cost him any money, he can only acquiesce.
The research center arranged such a magnificent office for him, and since Qiao Yu isn’t a petty person, he naturally makes good use of it.
Today, for instance, Qiao Yu specifically called Zheng Xiweng over to sit beside him and help grade the papers.
Well, to be fair, it’s supposed to be part of Zheng Xiweng’s job. However, when Qiao Yu diligently stays within Yanbei University’s campus, he doesn’t need to follow so closely.
Yet, since Qiao Yu asked him to accompany him, it was hard for him to refuse.
Of course, Qiao Yu didn’t ask Zheng Xiweng to help with paper grading solely due to boredom. Mainly it’s because Old Zheng really brings a lot of fun.
Those who have served as high school or college entrance exam graders know that grading a bunch of anonymous student papers is quite tedious.
However, if there’s soone by your side who can discuss the candidate’s past experiences, personality traits, or even their recomnders with each paper graded, the experience becos completely different.
Grading papers while savoring the vicissitudes of life makes a monotonous task much more interesting.
Finding amusent often relies on oneself. Plus, Qiao Yu has every reason to do so.
He’s the host of this significant project, and these chosen participants can be considered his assistants.
Familiarizing himself in advance with these future assistants’ backgrounds and personalities will evidently aid in the project’s forthcoming proceedings; no one can argue against that logic.
"Oh, Uncle Zheng, there’s soone here with your surna. His na is Zheng Zefeng, from Yujiang University, currently scoring the highest, just shy of passing. What’s this guy’s background?"
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