Prodigy’s Playground

Jiang Ran contacted Chi Xiaoguo on WeChat and checked Professor Zhang Yang’s schedule.

Perfect.

Professor Zhang had a general-education class that afternoon.

Jiang Ran slipped into the large lecture hall and sat in the last row. He listened through the entire class, waiting until students filed out in groups.

Then he walked up to the lectern and looked at Professor Zhang Yang, who was unplugging a USB drive.

Smiling, he greeted him.

“Professor Zhang, do you remember me?”

Zhang Yang looked up.

Seeing who it was, he grinned.