'After that whole affair with the Two Principles, if I stir up another commotion with my academic knowledge, all my previous efforts will be for nothing. They'll just call me a monster and lock me up.'
Old Gu stared at Dean Chen and chuckled dryly, a teasing glint in his voice. "Don't worry, I won't say a word about that either. If I say anything, it'll just be to sing your praises, you genius Dean."
"Oh, shut up and get down the mountain," Dean Chen retorted, his face flushing red from the jab.
"Nope. I'm staying to hear this young lady's lecture," Old Gu said, casually sitting down next to Ye Qianning. "Young lady, I've always been curious—what kind of calculation method could be even more impressive than Little Song's?"
"I can tell you, but..." Ye Qianning pushed the roast duck toward Dean Chen. "My master hasn't eaten all day. He has to eat before I'll say anything."
Dean Chen froze, an indescribable warmth spreading through his chest.
