Frontier Technology University, cafeteria.
The flight back hit severe turbulence and bounced around so badly I nearly threw up. I hadn't had time to eat the airplane meal.
So the first thing Song He did after returning to school was charge into the cafeteria for breakfast, attacking steamed buns, youtiao, and Tofu Brain with both hands and wolfing them down.
It happened to be breakfast time. The cafeteria was packed with students. The once-empty dining hall, back when the school had just been established, was nowhere to be seen anymore. The student population grew year by year, to the point that many students had to share tables.
Song He had just finished devouring a youtiao when two bespectacled male students carried their trays over. "Hello, fellow student. Is anyone sitting here?"
"No one. Have a seat," Song He said.
The two boys had probably mistaken him for a student. After all, teachers this young were practically nonexistent.
They didn't know Song He, but by coincidence, Song He knew them. He had seen their photos in their graduate-school applications. These two were both new master's students under him!
The slightly plumper one was Wang Chong. He had completed his undergraduate studies at Zheda, already earned a master's degree at Peking University, published multiple papers in top-tier SCI journals, and held several patents for detecting brain waves in White Mouse. The slightly thinner one was Zhao Chang. He had graduated from Soochow University, earned a master's degree at Zheda, and had published a paper in a Major Sub-Journal of Nature.
Wang Chong and Zhao Chang were both already master's students, yet they had traveled a thousand miles to pursue a second master's degree. Their determination to join him was obvious. Song He had looked through both their papers and had been left