Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Bai Mo and Wu Qingyun sat on either side of Su Yaoyao.

"Come on, come on, today was really a huge success."

"Hahaha, everyone worked hard, today we drink till we drop!"

They were all distinguished people, not suited for wolfing down their food.

The happiest eater was Little Flower Arm, nestled in Bai Mo’s lap!

Before coming to this world, it had already planned with its fellow disciples to go to the West University canteen for spicy hot pot and beef omelette rice. Now, as it gnawed on a tomahawk steak with its face covered in grease, it suddenly found beef omelette rice less appetizing.

Su Yaoyao lifted her wine glass again.

"Professor Zhang and Chairman Chen Shu are busy reporting to Shangjing, so they might come a bit later.

"Let’s not worry about them, let’s have another drink!"

Everyone laughed, raised their glasses, and drank in unison.

Professor Li Fangming, two glasses of wine down, was already flushed and tipsy, and he began to open up.

"Bai Mo, let me explain to you.

"Actually, that day, I wasn’t really targeting you. I just wanted to give you students a bit of a scare, and unfortunately picked you, hahaha."

He sighed again.

"Of course, as it turns out, the real unlucky one wasn’t you, it was me."

The crowd of professors at the table burst out laughing.

Bai Mo grinned as well.

He and Li Fangming had no deep-seated grudges; they could laugh it off and forget any previous enmity.

Then Li Fangming, buoyed by the alcohol, continued.

"My academic style, it’s all about being rigorous, being cautious!

"Since I was an undergraduate, it’s always been like this!

"In my research, I love to be practical, and precise. I despise anything flashy or fantastical.

"I despise Zhang Qiren, not just because he’s a loser, but more because his academic style is imaginative, and often lacks rigor!

"So initially, I did dislike you.

"Because your style faintly reminds me of Zhang Qiren."

At the table, the group of experts put down their wine glasses and listened earnestly.

Su Yaoyao looked at Li Fangming, then at Bai Mo, her expressive eyes under her long lashes seemed like autumn water, reflecting Bai Mo within.

Students at the neighboring table also quietly put down their lobsters and steaks, perked up their ears, and listened to the conversation.

Then they heard Professor Li Fangming continuing.

"Being practical, rigorous, and cautious is crucial! Many projects can’t afford the slightest mistake!

"So at the beginning, I really didn’t like you. I didn’t like your whimsical ways.

"But soon, I began to appreciate you.

"It’s because of that full whiteboard of writing you did! The one that embarrassed me with that whole whiteboard of writing!"

The people at the table broke out in laughter again.

Bai Mo smiled, contemplating whether to apologize right there.

Then Li Fangming, drunkenly, continued.

"That whiteboard of writing, you pointed out my mistakes and shortcomings, showing me your thoroughness and rigor!

"Even more so than my own thoroughness and rigor!

"But it wasn’t until I saw your approach to robustness that I truly recognized you, really felt I could evaluate you.

"You are more imaginative than Zhang Qiren!

"You are more thorough and rigorous than Li Fangming!"

The students at the adjacent table were stunned into silence.

The table of experts all burst into laughter.

Though Bai Mo had been praised since childhood, being praised so openly still made him feel a bit embarrassed.

Then they heard Li Fangming continue.

"For the final showdown, it was I who suggested to the expert panel to invite you over! Hehehe!

"I will also propose to the Committee to list you among the mathematics experts, giving you Sequence Eight treatment!

"You’re currently Sequence Nine as an Immortal Technique expert?

"In the future, become a mathematics expert, and let the Immortal Technique expert be your bodyguard!"