The graduate students and Professor Wang waited eagerly in the laboratory.
The call connected soon!
"Old Ren! Done with your nap?" Dean Cai exchanged pleasantries.
"Let's get straight to the point!" Ren Zhiyuan yawned from the other end of the call. "I've been waiting all afternoon. Has your Mathematics Department finished reviewing the proof?"
"There are a few minor, harmless issues. First tell me which three students wrote the proof and which one played the main role. Then I'll tell you what the minor issues are!" Dean Cai said, signaling for everyone nearby to be quiet.
"Chu Long, the National Award in Mathematics; Qiu Lingshan, the Provincial Award in Mathematics; and one freshman who didn't win anything."
Dean Cai's eyes shifted. "So Chu Long did most of the work?"
"No, the proof was mainly completed by the freshman who didn't win anything." Ren Zhiyuan chuckled twice. "You tell me what the minor issue is first, and then I'll tell you his name!"
Dean Cai's expression turned awkward. He hadn't expected to be outmaneuvered instead. "The minor issue is... the line spacing is too large!"
"I knew you'd pull something like this!" Ren Zhiyuan sneered. "Song He! Have you heard of him?"
Dean Cai froze. "The student who developed Antibiotics?"
"That's him! Didn't see that coming, did you?" Ren Zhiyuan sounded smug. "What is it? You want to poach him? Steal the promising talent we've worked so hard to cultivate at our school and take him to your Mathematics Department? Name your price! Send it to my phone. You only get one chance!"
"Oh, right. I forgot to tell you: those three kids proved the Woolf-Gong Conjecture in less than one night!"
The call ended.
Dean Cai looked horrified, his heart churning like a stormy sea!
"How long did it take