When it came time for the young professor to introduce himself, Li Qingmo could no longer muster a smile.
The man's voice was deep and warm: "Hello everyone, I am Lin Zhou, Associate Professor of Mathematics and Physics at F University."
Old Wu was the first to exclaim in admiration, "Tsk, tsk, this must be the youngest professor at F University."
Teacher Liu responded in a neutral tone, "I heard he's the only one in F University's history to become a professor before the age of 30."
As Lin Zhou had his back to the crowd, from underneath the stage, one could only see his silhouette; nothing more was visible.
Qingran's fingertips trembled slightly. She withdrew her hand from both Xie Ying'an and Li Qingmo's grasp, staring at Lin Zhou's back in a daze.
She had already planned to take advantage of the May Day holiday to visit F University and find Lin Zhou—not for anything specific; she just wanted to see what sort of talent could accept the miserable Li Qingran from the book?
