Zhao Yi did not continue on this topic, for upon careful consideration, he knew that given Qian Zhijin's level of mathematics, it was highly likely that he would not be able to participate in complex mathematical work, in other words, he could only tag along for the results.
For Qian Zhijin, this held no significant meaning; at most, it would bring him a sense of vanity, or to put it bluntly, more fodder for boasting.
By the time he reached the second floor of the Mathematical Center, he encountered a familiar figure.
"Andrew?"
"Zhao Yi?"
The person Zhao Yi saw was indeed Wiles, who, having appeared somewhat dispirited in the past, had improved a lot after coming to work at Yanhua University, at least not emanating such a dejected vibe anymore.
Of course, overall he still looked quite forlorn because he was unkempt and did not care about his external appearance.