To have such accomplishments before the age of thirty, what an incredible talent.
Lloyd thought that Professor Yang had some secret to youthful looks, appearing so young, but he was actually only in his twenties.
The hearts of the petrified professors were filled with mixed feelings. A man under thirty, August's mentor, had solved a problem they had tried to solve for over a decade. No matter how one looked at it, they could not feel good about it.
"Is there anything else?"
August looked at these colleagues, who looked as stiff as sculptures, and asked. Professor Yang on the other side was still waiting for him.
"Are you sure he is twenty-eight? I'm sorry, though, we shouldn't ask such a private question." Professor William's eyes seemed vacant.
August nodded: "Yes, absolutely sure."
"Okay! If there's nothing else, you can go."
Professor William waved stiffly, indicating that August could leave.
