"Here they come," said Professor Xia, glancing up at them. In the spacious room, a few middle-aged men stood, and on the wide workbench in the center, there lay some scattered parts.
"Professor."
The group greeted him.
Ding Hui then dragged Li Ming over to the workbench. "If you help me solve this problem, you won't need to come for the next few years. I'll give you full marks directly."
"But Teacher Ding, if several professors and mentors haven't solved the problem, how could I possibly do it?" Li Ming demurred.
"Ding Hui, have you become so desperate as to grasp at straws? Don't worry, even if you can't solve it, we won't laugh at you. Why give a student such a hard time?"
A person at the workbench laughed, smeared with grease.
"Is he... Li Ming?" Someone recognized Li Ming, with a not-so-pleased look on their face, "Old Wu's student, what brought you here to us?"
Old Wu's "enemies" were everywhere; Li Ming had become accustomed to it.