The praise made Su Mucheng blink, somewhat disoriented...
She could only respond with a sweet smile, and then watched as Qiao Ze quickly stood up and enthusiastically returned to the other office.
Singing to herself, Su Mucheng began to clean up the mess on the table.
Little Su was in a good mood.
Just like that, she had made another modest contribution to the world of mathematics, so that honorary fellowship bestowed upon her by the Chinese Mathematical Society didn't seem too excessive after all.
Plus, it completely disproved the nickname "Daji" that Chen Yiwen had secretly given her behind her back.
After cleaning up the conference tables and throwing away the food boxes, she went back to the office and saw that Qiao Ze had already begun to write fervently, seemingly flowing with ideas. Su Mucheng couldn't help but express her surprise, "Qiao, have you already found your direction?"
