Zhongshan International's villa.
Lu Zhou was sitting in the study, video chatting with Xiao Tong. The moment the call connected, her clear, bell-like voice drifted from the phone.
"Big Bro! I heard you made another huge splash!"
Lu Zhou looked at Xiao Tong on the screen with a strange expression and asked,
"Even you heard about it?"
Delighted by her brother's achievement, Xiao Tong smiled proudly.
"Of course! The whole of Princeton is talking about it. Even if I didn't want to hear about it, I couldn't avoid it."
Hearing that, Lu Zhou immediately smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
Though he had expected something like this, hearing someone mention it to his face still made him a little embarrassed.
After lightly clearing his throat, Lu Zhou changed the subject.
"How have things been over there? Have you made any progress in your studies?"
"Pretty good. It's just that staying out in the countryside for too long gets pretty boring. Every day, it's just the library and the student dorms, then on weekends I hitch a ride with my senior sister to the supermarket for supplies. It feels like there's nothing else to do."
"You didn't buy a car to get around?"
"No, I don't like driving." Xiao Tong shook her head, then suddenly remembered something and smacked her forehead. "Oh, right, right! I almost forgot the important part. Professor Krugman asked me to send you his regards. He also said the model for predicting the future has made progress, and all it lacks is an outstanding mathematician—"
Hearing that unexpected name, Lu Zhou froze briefly, then said with an odd expression,
"...He still hasn't given up?"
Xiao Tong scratched the back of her head sheepishly on the other end of the call.
"Hehe... apparently not."
Lu Zhou fell silent for