I Am Just A Mathematics Professor

A rustic study room in Beijing.

An old man sat in front of a wooden desk while he read a letter in his hand.

Although he couldn't understand most of the letter, his assistant pointed out the key points for him. He skipped the paragraphs that contained technical words.

Footstep sounds came from the corridor; a knock was heard outside his office.

The old man put the letter down and said, "Come in."

The door opened and an old man wearing a suit walked in.

"Elder, are you looking for me?"

"I have something that I'm not sure about, and I want to ask you," the old man said as he looked at Old Wu. He then asked, "It's about the young man. Do you think he should get the first-class award or the second-class award?"

Although the old man didn't say the name of the young person, Old Wu immediately knew who he was talking about.