"Ideas? They have the nerve to even have ideas? If sneaking around at night to laugh secretly counts, then they probably do." Just as Su Mucheng's words fell, Chen Yiwen couldn't help but interrupt.
Honestly, he was truly a bit envious of the good luck that Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang had.
If he had known earlier that Dou Dou also accepted graduate students, there was no way he would have chosen to muddle through in the philosophy department at Yanbei University for three years. He would definitely have found a place as Dou Dou's student.
He even considered whether he should just give up that reserved spot and reapply for Dou Dou's graduate program. The main reason he didn't was that he wasn't really interested in math anymore.
The reason was simple: he was just exhausted and didn't love it anymore.
Solving difficult problems no longer brought him any joy.
