"Oh, I see. Having a sense of gratitude, he's a good kid."
"Who wouldn't agree? Professor Frank, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."
"Alright."
Pan Jingyuan hung up the phone, shaking his head, always feeling that this Berkeley professor seemed a bit absent-minded during their conversation.
Forget it, he couldn't be bothered to think about it.
The afternoon was Qiao Yu's special session; he still had to go listen to how this kid planned to bring the dead back to life.
For Pan Jingyuan, these two days were really agonizing. Having six years of results overturned was one thing, but what was most infuriating was that this guy was his protégé, which made him feel utterly frustrated upon reflection.
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On April 8, 2025, Tuesday, at 1:50 PM, Qiao Yu answered the phone in his dorm at the Yanbei University International Mathematics Center.