Lu Zhou had no idea that his manuscript had become the stakes on the gambling table of two old gamblers.
If he had known, he definitely would have found a way to "extort" a sum from the two of them.
After stopping Dean Qin, who had planned to hang up a banner to see them off, Lu Zhou and Wang Peng drove Faltings and Scholze, the two old friends, to the airport. Then Lu Zhou returned to his villa at Zhongshan International.
Meanwhile, after passing security, boarding the plane, and fastening his seat belt, Scholze stared out the window as though lost in thought. Only after the ground had gradually receded from view did he suddenly speak in a somewhat wistful tone.
"Time really flies. I never expected that, before I knew it, I'd already been here for nearly a month."
Faltings, who seemed to have no further thoughts on the passage of time and had already closed his eyes to rest beside him, merely replied casually.
"We'll have to work harder after we get back."
Scholze smiled and said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Of course."
Geniuses were all proud.
He was no exception.
In fact, he had chosen to leave at this moment not merely because he wanted to find something for his students to do. In this era, when most work could be communicated through the internet, the reasons he had given were things that could have been resolved with a single email.
As for the real reason...
He believed Lu Zhou must have understood it clearly.
On this final stage of individual heroism, perhaps there was not much meaning in distinguishing who was better. Yet history often remembered only one person.
They had already completed the non-pioneering work through their collaboration.
As for who would place the