Qiao Yu nodded silently, looking at Senior Brother Chen who was almost bald, he rarely felt a twinge of sympathy.
But he couldn't muster any empathy, because he still didn't understand why he couldn't comprehend it. Isn't it something you can understand just by having a brain?
But you can't say Senior Brother Chen has no brains, right? After all, he's a PhD student at the Mathematics Research Center and a student of Director Tian...
"Ahem, um, Senior Brother Chen, you didn't do your undergrad at Yanbei University, did you?" Facing the senior brother on the verge of an emotional breakdown, Qiao Yu cautiously probed.
"Hmm, I did my undergraduate at Coastal Jiao Da, first got into the master's program at Yanbei Mathematics Institute, and then got into the research center's PhD program. I felt really lucky at the time, becoming Director Tian's student. But now... sigh..." Chen Zhuoyang sighed and answered honestly.
