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United States, Princeton.
For this small town, stepping into September already signified the arrival of autumn, especially at night, which was bereft of August's sweltering heat and carried a hint of coolness.
When Roth Dugen walked out of his office, he made sure to don a light coat.
The maple leaves on the path outside the School of Mathematics had already tinged with red edges, and the dim yellow light of the path's lamps was shining.
Under the dim lights, the old English-style academic buildings were visible only as blurred silhouettes, which added to their aesthetic appeal.
The surroundings were tranquil, the air fresh, a perfect environment for contemplation.
All of this, however, served to irritate Roth Dugen.
He really wished that the 18-year-old whiz kid from Huaxia could see the beauty here, to experience the academic atmosphere, feeling that if Qiao Ze came, he would surely never want to leave.
Unfortunately, his invitation was outright rejected.