On the return subway ride, Li Zheng wanted to take a quick nap, but just as he closed his eyes, his phone began to vibrate intensely.
He took out his phone and saw messages from Yu Hong bombarding him one after another.
[Yu Hong: You rejected Zhou Yi's contract?]
[Yu Hong: Do you know what you are doing?]
[Yu Hong: Our school hasn't produced a Ji University Elite in almost ten years, Li Zheng!]
[Yu Hong: Ji University Chemical Institute—I didn't even make it!]
[Yu Hong: I know you prefer physics, but are you so confident about getting into Ji University Department of Physics?]
[Yu Hong: What's so great about physics? Its practical techniques are already outdated. At this stage, those in physics are all big charlatans, do you know that? Either they try to swindle government funds for colliders or rack their brains over nonsense like quantum mechanics and string theory, all unverifiable. It's a swindle after all.]
[Yu Hong: I think you've been swindled.]
