This sentence seemed to bear a hint of resigned frustration, but Qiao Ze agreed with it deeply.
When he first arrived at the school, Uncle Xu would often care about whether he had eaten or not.
Now, it's probably been two months since he last asked of his own initiative.
In fact, Qiao Ze didn't mind being invited out to eat, as long as it wasn't too far from the school.
After all, the ineffective chatter over the dinner table went in one ear and out the other. If there was something to be done, he could simply leave right after the meal.
"Sigh..." Having vented all the thoughts he had accumulated over these days, Li Jian Gao felt a great sense of relief.
It's no exaggeration to say that the conversation with Qiao Ze about helping him become an academician that day had been incredibly stressful for him.
These past few days, as he watched Qiao Ze lay out the fruits of his labor from the past few months, he came to realize some things and the pressure on him lessened a lot.