The elderly math professor wasn't an eccentric person but rather quite kind. Upon hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Do you not have time today? It's okay, when you're free bring the child over. I'm interested in your child, Jiang Feng. At the age of six or seven, he has managed to self-study high school math and some standard Olympiad math problems. Math requires talent, and your child might indeed have a talent for it."
Feng Huaijin listened to the professor's chatter on the phone, and he was obviously very pleased.
A talented student is truly rare and precious.
He felt he was selecting talent for the country!
Feng Huaijin's voice sank further: "Professor, you may have misunderstood. He... won't be coming to you for lessons anymore."
The professor was stunned.
What?
Feng Huaijin exchanged a few more words and then hung up, turning to look in the direction of the hospital bed.
Su Li had been silent all along, not making a sound while he was on the phone.
