Xu Changshu went downstairs with a belly full of doubts, and before leaving, he even took away the exercise Qiao Ze had casually written down.
He was still not quite convinced.
Analyzing at a glance... if he looks at it more, maybe he could do it too?
Five students stayed behind, looking at Qiao Ze sitting there silently, unsure of what he was thinking, and the tension began to rise again.
Coming to Qiao for guidance this time was something everyone had resolved to do.
It was also a matter of no choice.
When doing academic research, if one can't leave a legacy in history, at the very least, one shouldn't let their bad reputation spread far and wide at such a young age, right?
Later, when representing the mentor at conferences, if others say, "Look, that's the group that has made Qiao reluctant to even publish papers," how hurtful would that be? Did they all not care about their reputation anymore?
