Chapter 72: Chapter 67: Everyone is Good, Who Plays the Villain? (3/10 Request for First Subscription, Request for Monthly Ticket)_2

Qiao Ze quietly watched Dean Xu's performance and then shook his head, "No need, we now have fifty thousand yuan of seed money, which is enough for a good while. The school not giving us money is actually a good thing, as our achievements won't have anything to do with the school."

Xu Dajiang was taken aback and suddenly felt that his performance might have been a bit too much?

Was he too eager to emphasize the support of the School of Mathematics?

In fact, he didn't really care about the project Qiao Ze mentioned, after all, it was uncertain whether the project would succeed or not.

What he cared about was tying Li Jiangao and the kid to the Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics first.

Finally, Li Jiangao seemed to discern some clues.

Thinking back to the phone call from Zhang Chunlei last night, and how Xu Dajiang had just arrived and suggested they both go on a trip, he suddenly had some guesses.

"Dean Xu, last night Professor Zhang from Jiang University Mathematics Institute called me, saying that Professor Zhang Hongcai from Yanbei International Mathematics Research Institute had specifically called him to inquire about Qiao Ze, could it be that..."

"Cough, cough!" Xu Dajiang coughed loudly twice interrupting Li Jiangao, then glanced nervously at Qiao Ze.

Realizing the kid was already staring at the computer screen, apparently oblivious to their conversation, he felt somewhat relieved.

"Let's not let these matters affect the kid's mood for working. Let Qiao Ze keep busy, and we can go outside to talk."

Well, everyone loves to deceive themselves a little.

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Outside the office, Xu Dajiang looked into Li Jiangao's eyes and asked, "You know everything?"

Li Jiangao suddenly realized that after being mentored by Qiao Ze, he had become much more at ease in such situations, and he just smiled serenely saying, "I just got a call from Professor Zhang yesterday, I don't know anything else."

"Ah..." Xu Dajiang let out a long sigh and said, "Jiangao, I really have nothing to say about you, right? The projects you applied for before, I have never..."

"Don't worry, Dean Xu. At the very least, I won't suggest that Qiao Ze go to the Capital. Not even Yanbei University, but I do have one requirement: anything Qiao Ze achieves on his own here at this stage belongs personally to him, and nobody else should covet it. Of course, the honors can be shared with the School of Mathematics, you can agree to that much, right?"

And the university students of his era were much more solid in their knowledge than those of today.

Before starting to read, Su Lixing was mentally prepared, thinking that it might be difficult to understand, but if he devoted himself to it, he could still gain some insight.

But who would have thought that after less than half an hour of reading, looking up just two concepts, his eyelids began to fight one another, and he couldn't resist falling asleep shortly after.

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"Thud..."

Su Lixing suddenly woke up.

Oh, he had dropped the book.

"Ah..." Su Lixing yawned, stretched, and then picked up the book that Zhang's secretary had brought him from the floor, flipping through it randomly again.

Seeing all the complex formulas on the pages, he finally lost interest in continuing to read.

Forget an afternoon.

Su Lixing felt that even if he were given a whole year to study, he probably wouldn't be able to draw any nutrients from this book. It was purely making himself miserable.

This kind of damn book should be categorized as a sleep inducer.

Deep inside, he sighed heavily and, picking up the vexing mathematics text, he stood up from the sofa and went to the room his daughter had just entered, knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

Su Lixing opened the door and walked in, seeing Su Mucheng lying on the bed with her hands propping up her chin, looking at the laptop placed where her pillow usually was. The actual pillow was pressed under her, her feet playfully lifted and rhythmically knocking together as she listened to the lecturing voice coming from the laptop's tiny speakers.

Not bad, she was really studying on her own.

But Su Lixing wasn't very comforted.

He even suspected that this girl was so hardworking to have something to talk about when she called Qiao Ze in the evening.