"Seek poetry within rigorous logic, understand the essence of existence in endless exploration." —Qiao Ze Welcome to a school prodigy novel without a system, where intelligence crushes all, for your appreciation! PS: This text is a light-hearted daily life story of a school prodigy. Readers who do not enjoy slice-of-life stories, please consume with caution.
The girl shook her head and said, "No, Hudson, this has only strengthened my determination to see Huaxia for myself. I just find it all the more interesting."
The old man was silent for a moment, then shrugged and said, "Well then, okay, I've already written you a letter of recommendation; next is just waiting for approval. By the way, once you get to Xilin University of Technology, could you find some excuse to give that guy named Qiao Ze a good punch for me? Just one punch, trust me, yes, even though he's a man, and a young man at that, men in mathematics usually have poor fighting skills, and he definitely won't be able to withstand yours."
The girl rolled her eyes at this not so excessive request, stood up, and said, "Alright, Anderson, just over a bottle of Porto..."
"No no no, it's a '92 Porto," corrected the old man.
"Okay, a '92 Porto then. I'll send you a bottle when I leave."