"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.
"I want to do my Ph.D. and then graduate as soon as possible," Qiao Ze held up his second finger.
"This... Qiao Ze, how about staying in the undergraduate program for a year? After all, you've just come from high school... Ah, let's not talk about this anymore. Think about it, Professor Li isn't a Ph.D. advisor yet. You can certainly go directly to a Ph.D. now, but then Li can't be your supervisor. Imagine by early next year, when your Uncle Li gets his Ph.D. advisor qualification, and you start your Ph.D. then, being Uncle Li's first disciple would become a delightful story for the future!"
Qiao Ze thought for a moment, then glanced at the stunned Li Jiangao and nodded.
The suggestion was indeed a good one.
Xu Dajiang then raised his hand to wipe off sweat.
In fact, he still hadn't understood how a simple apology to Qiao Ze had turned into a business discussion...