"Speak." Xiang Xiaotong's voice came through the phone, carrying the chilly authority of a boss.
"There was no change in today's class rankings. Xi Yanfan came first, and Song He second. The two of them made remarkable progress. By tomorrow morning, they should be able to reduce their brain-cell mass by around fifteen percent." Liao Xingxue spoke respectfully. "The other students are all working hard too, but their results are poorer."
"Good. Stop once the first-place student reaches twenty percent. One point is worth one mark."
"Understood!" Liao Xingxue paused. "There was one special situation today. Song He produced a lot of mutated brain cells."
"Hmm?" The tone from the phone rose noticeably.
"He spent the entire afternoon and night hunched over the microscope. I went to take a look just now. They were all kinds of bizarre mutated cells, quite a spectacular sight, but they probably have little academic value. I advised him not to waste too much time." Liao Xingxue laughed.
"Don't interfere. Let him do whatever he wants." Xiang Xiaotong suddenly became patient. "He might produce some unexpected results."
Liao Xingxue was slightly taken aback, but he still hurriedly agreed. "Understood, understood. I only made a suggestion. I didn't stop him."
"Don't give him suggestions. Let him learn on his own."
The call ended.
Liao Xingxue stared at his phone for a few seconds, then shook his head with a smile.
It was obvious that the boss was quite protective of this student. It was probably because Song He was unusually talented and had produced quite a few results despite his young age. This was what they called teaching according to aptitude. He couldn't be managed by ordinary standards.
However, Liao Xingxue still stood by his own judgment. The mutated cells Song He had made were nothing