"Don't worry, I'm in great shape, living another ten or twenty years should be no problem. No matter what, I want to see you receiving the Fields Medal with my own eyes." The old man said happily.
Qiao Yu nodded, and seriously said, "Grandpa, don't worry, I'll wait until I'm forty to accept the award."
The old man pointed at Qiao Yu with affection and jokingly criticized, "Stop talking nonsense! You, I think 21 years old is enough! You'll definitely get it."
He believed Qiao Yu would achieve great things before the next-next World Mathematician Congress.
Qiao Yu smiled but didn't respond.
Getting the award or not wasn't something he could decide. He hadn't thought that far ahead yet.
He's still young, really not in a hurry to think about these things.