Yan Xiao found the interview somewhat amusing.
The American reporters seemed to have coordinated beforehand, falling over one another to praise American universities and their outstanding academic atmosphere.
They were like a bunch of gym membership salespeople surrounding the only passerby on a deserted street.
The resemblance was uncanny.
Yan Xiao simply smiled quietly, responding with the occasional "Mm-hmm" or "Ah."
Whenever someone asked a question along the lines of "Could you sign with our university right now?"
Yan Xiao immediately refused.
The entire interview took more than twenty minutes,
and was finally brought to a forcible end by the Chinese team leader.
Once it was over,
the Chinese team left without lingering, heading straight for the airport.
Watching the bus drive away, James looked indescribably dejected. He felt as though something terribly important had slipped through his fingers.
"How about we get customs to hold them up?" a professor from the Peppercorn Institute of Technology suddenly suggested.
At first, James thought it might work,
but,
he immediately realized,
it really would not.
If they actually did that, they would only drive Yan Xiao further away from them.
After standing there for a long while,
a determined look suddenly came into James's eyes.
"We'll go to China to invite him! Hopefully, he'll be moved by our sincerity and make the best choice!"
James's words startled the professor beside him.
Going all that way to invite a high school student?
This...
After Yan Xiao and the others arrived at the airport by bus,
the team leader left her assistant in charge of the group, while she took Yan Xiao, Lin Fangxin, and Zhao Zimo through the VIP passage to the VIP lounge.
Originally, she had only bought first-class tickets for Lin Fangxin and Yan Xiao.
However,
according to the teachers accompanying