Super God-Level Top Student

Qiao Ze curiously opened the wedding invitation, the first one he'd ever received in his life.

It was quite nice, and it even included a wedding photo of Uncle Li inside.

After the touch-up by the makeup artist, he looked very young and handsome. Naturally, the wife next to him was also stunningly beautiful.

"Congratulations Uncle Li, I'll definitely come," Qiao Ze said again sincerely.

This could probably be considered a double blessing.

Li Jiangao smiled shyly.

Well, how to say this.

This match perhaps also had something to do with Qiao Ze.

In fact, ever since he had been promoted to associate professor, there were quite a few people around eager to play matchmaker for him.

But it always lacked something.

If he hadn't brought Qiao Ze along, and Xu Dajiang hadn't been constantly thinking about tying the two to Xi Lin Mathematics Institute, he probably wouldn't have thought about playing matchmaker for him.

Put it this way, if Li Jian before Qiao Ze's arrival was considered a stock with potential,

then Li Jian after Qiao Ze's arrival was already considered a leading stock, and a high-performing one at that.

Xu Dajiang naturally put in more effort when introducing potential partners.

That was because Xu did not have an unmarried daughter; otherwise, he probably would not have considered his old classmate.

"Well, remember to tell Su and your mom, have the whole family come over and liven up the event. I have to handle some things at the administrative building, so I won't bother you any longer,"

"Okay," Qiao Ze nodded, suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, Uncle Li, Edward Witten will be visiting the institute in a few days, should we arrange a place for him to rest?"

"Ah? He's coming? What for?"

"To discuss some matters related to research papers with me."

"He didn't synchronize with the school?"

"No."

"Then we definitely need to arrange something. When is his flight?"

"I didn't ask, just told him to come straight here and find me once he arrives."

Li Jiangao habitually pursed his lips.

It seems Qiao Ze really doesn't make much of a fuss about a Fields Medal laureate. It's as if he can't even be bothered to arrange a car to pick him up.

But thinking about how at certain major international conferences, people usually make their own way to the venue, Li Jiangao didn't bother to comment any further.

With a student like Qiao Ze, his own horizons had been involuntarily broadened quite a bit. He felt that these big prize winners were just okay, deserving respect for sure, but there was no need to be overly enthusiastic; a normal reception would suffice.

It's fine not to pick someone up, but accommodation still needs to be arranged in advance.

Just in case the institute's guesthouse is full and there are few hotels with foreign permits nearby the university, it would be embarrassing if there was nowhere for him to stay at night.

"Okay, I'll take care of the reception. He should be arriving within the next couple of days, right?"

"If he doesn't change his mind, yes."

"Alright, I'll arrange things later and reserve a room at the school's guesthouse,"

As Li Jiangao said this, he finally displayed some authority that befits the director of the Mathematics Research Institute.

Without anyone reminding him, he himself often forgot that he was now nominally the head of this research institute.

Yes, for several months now, Li Jiangao still hadn't adapted to this change in status.

But as he was leaving, he was still sighing inwardly, thinking that this was probably the scenario Dean Xu most wanted to see: various academic celebrities randomly visiting Xi Lin, preferably Fields Medal winners wandering all over campus, with you bumping into one wherever you went.

All that depended on Qiao Ze now.

He didn't even bother to ask why Edward Witten wanted to come, let alone take an interest.

It wasn't a lack of responsibility, but rather he had found a clear direction in life.

All he needed to do was ensure that Qiao Ze had the best research environment and that he wouldn't veer onto the wrong path by accident some day. That would already be the greatest contribution he could make to the world in his lifetime.

As for everything else, it was of no concern.

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