"Mr. Andrew, in order to welcome you, we specially booked the best hotel in the city," Ulysses said with a smile.
"The best hotel?"
Andrew looked a little embarrassed.
"I'm just an ordinary first-year student. It's already very embarrassing for the principal, vice-principal, and so many instructors to come to pick me up, let alone treat me to a meal."
After hearing his words, Ulysses and Carroll widened their eyes in shock.
First-year student?
You're a seventh-grade grandmaster, and you actually want to be a new student?
Ridiculous!
Ulysses's motive for wanting to rope in Andrew was very simple.
He was a rare genius in the world!
An eighteen-year-old seventh-grade grandmaster, who had seen such talent before?
In any case, Ulysses himself had never seen anyone like him.
When he became a seventh-grade grandmaster, he was already 40 years old.
He had offered an olive branch to Andrew, wanting to rope him to Stanford University.
