Wang Yu spoke first on behalf of everyone.
"Yes, Qiao, we feel the same way. The paper still needs to be published."
Qiao Ze slightly furrowed his brow, interrupting the others who wanted to speak, and asked, "Who told you all this?"
Wang Yu hesitated, then nodded toward the direction where Edward Witten was sitting, and replied, "Zhang said yesterday that he mentioned it after the report."
Qiao Ze looked at Edward Witten, and their eyes met. He could read the professor's curious gaze, then saw him shrug. Qiao Ze then turned his gaze back to the five people.
"Oh, don't feel pressured. It's not really related to you, it just needs some refinement."
"Actually, we're not pressured..."
"If there's no pressure, why do you often complain about being under a lot of stress?" Qiao Ze asked.
"No, what I mean is, this pressure isn't that pressure... it should be academic pressure," Wang Yu said with a headache.
"Is academic pressure difficult?" Qiao Ze persisted.
