He didn't know if Qiao Yu was shameless, or if this was just how it should be.
But he always felt that if he didn't care so much back then like this kid, his achievements now would definitely be more than this.
Maybe even if he returned to Yujiang University to teach, he could still be a part of his former mentor's big team, contributing his ideas remotely and participating in the writing of those big papers.
Because after really getting involved, he felt that if any of his PhD students had even a passable talent and often actively reported their learning insights and progress to him like this, he would probably also be willing to give such a student more opportunities.
After quietly waiting for more than ten minutes, Qiao Yu finally put his phone back in his pocket.
Xue Song asked, "Finished chatting?"
