She almost thought she had heard something wrong.
Harry Brown looked at her with an expression of awe, explaining seriously: "Caleb Baker, I don't know if you have heard of this name, he is a super-talented physicist. When I was studying in Ogatheon, he had already got his master's degree abroad. He was only 19 years old then, an unrivaled genius, although I never saw what he looked like. When I went to Ogatheon for high school, he..."
It was as if he had touched on some taboo.
He suddenly choked and glanced at Yvonne Finley with a flustered look, "Anyway, he is super-talented. He will give a lecture at 9 o'clock today. It's a rare opportunity."
Yvonne Finley stirred her soup with a spoon, her emotions were subdued, showing no unusual intent, "By this time, has he already reached the school?"
Harry Brown checked the time, "He probably has. He has to meet with professors, must be quite busy."
"Oh..."
Yvonne Finley responded absent-mindedly.
