Xilin High-speed Railway East Station.
Zhuo Wenyu was bored out of his mind, standing at the exit gate, watching Xu Dajiang, Dean of the Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics, chat with the students holding a banner not far away.
It wasn't that he wanted to welcome Qiao Ze; he was simply drafted for the task.
Here's what happened.
Zhuo Wenyu had just forwarded the video clips Yu Chenggong sent to the Dean of the School of Mathematics, after which the Dean immediately became restless.
He called Li Jiangao to confirm he would bring Qiao Ze back to campus, and once he found out their returning time, he annoyingly insisted Zhuo come along to receive them, in a gesture of the School of Mathematics' high regard for the young man.
Zhuo Wenyu actually understood Xu Dajiang's position.
Lots of people didn't realize it's tough to be the Dean of a second-tier science and technology department at a university that's not a dominant discipline—and this doesn't take arts subjects into account.
Most professors with even a slight academic ambition avoid the role like the plague.
After all, a Dean is part of the administrative hierarchy, which means an endless schedule of meetings and no time to focus on academic research.
What's more frustrating is that the Dean also has to fight for resources for their department.
Advantaged disciplines are pretty straightforward since they usually aren't short of research funding. A Dean could also leverage their authority to steer funds towards projects they prefer or are involved in.
But for disadvantaged disciplines, the funding provided by the university is already limited, making allocation all the more problematic.
Professors have never been easy to manage.
A slightly more capable professor wouldn't bother with the tight research funding of the college; if their own project lacked funds, they'd boldly confront the Dean's office and bang on the desk. If it so happened that the Dean favored another project that got funded but didn't yield results, the scene would become even more lively...
In short, if the college is short on money, that's the Dean's problem—what's it got to do with my project?
At least, from Zhuo Wenyu's perspective, Xu Dajiang's life as the Dean of the School of Mathematics was even less comfortable than his own as the ostracized Director of the Admissions Office.
It had only been two years since he sat in the Dean's chair, and his hair had already begun to turn white at an alarming pace.
What to do then?
If you want more resources, you need results; only then can you pound the table with confidence when the university divides the pie.
But to get results, you first need resources.
In reality, many things are like exploiting bugs!
If Qiao Ze truly possessed the talent to match what was in those recruitment conditions, perhaps he could be the turning point for the rise of the Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics.
Thinking like that, it's not too much for a Dean of the School of Mathematics to pull along the Director of Admissions to welcome someone at the train station.
Isn't it common to see an honorary Associate Dean from Jiang University School of Mathematics skipping academic conferences to go recruit?
"Isn't this too exaggerated? I remember when we came to pick up people in our freshman year, the welcome banner for Xilin University of Technology was over at Dongguang Square, but now they've pushed it to the exit."
"Hey... Look at the man standing under the banner, I know him, he's Zhuo, the head of the admissions office. I met him when I was in the student council and was called to help out in admissions."
"The head of admissions is personally coming to meet someone? And that other guy, tall and lanky, he couldn't be the dean of the School of Mathematics, could he?"
"That's actually him. Don't you remember? We just saw a photo of this old guy on the official website of the School of Mathematics, the tall and lanky one."
"This is just too... who the hell is Qiao Ze?!"
"Hey, stop talking nonsense, let's just hurry up and go."
...
The three seniors scurried away with apprehension.
Their good mood from returning to school was unconsciously shrouded in a layer of gloom.
Would that mathematics professor really go through the trouble of finding them?
A classic case of scaring oneself.
After Li Jian Gao's unseasonable irritation had dissipated, he couldn't be bothered to deal with them any further.
Whether these young people would learn the meaning of respect from this incident didn't concern him.
The lessons that the university had failed to teach these kids would be imparted indefinitely by society through its unique and varied educational methods, allowing them to understand more deeply.
At the moment, Li Jian Gao, who had just arrived at the exit with Qiao Ze, was also in a state of bewilderment.
The dean came in person to meet someone?
I hadn't heard of this!
"Dean Xu, why didn't you give me a heads-up that you'd come in person?"
"Ha ha, we wanted to give the kid a surprise. If you knew in advance and told the child, then it wouldn't have been meaningful, right, Qiao Ze?"
A surprise, huh?
Qiao Ze, staring blankly at the huge banner, and then at the white-haired uncle in front of him, felt an indescribable sense of confusion.
It wasn't touching...
There was no feeling of gratitude for being esteemed either.
If one had to sum up Qiao Ze's thoughts at this moment, it would probably be that this dean uncle did seem quite approachable, but also a bit boring.
So, the dean must have a lot of free time on his hands, right?
But remembering Li's emphasis on respect, Qiao Ze still nodded, and responded with a tone that was extremely plain yet not at all perfunctory, and very seriously said, "Surprise!"