Subai's fingertips were still on the screen, and the call page was just terminated.

"yan." There was a voice behind him, speaking in London's English with a pure accent: "Why are you here?"

The girl who spoke was a brown-haired girl with her eyes of the same color. She wore a short t-piece body, which outlined her figure and was also distinctly curved. When she looked at her man, she was full of unconcealed enthusiasm.

She knew his name.

yan is the surname, ci is the name. The real name of this Chinese man is called yanci.

An extremely smart man.

At least, their professor once commented that even at Stanford, who has 83 Nobel Prize winners, Yan is also a genius, and it may take decades or hundreds of years to meet one.

Deserving its name.

After all, Yan received an offer from Stanford Computer Science Department at the age of 16 and completed his ph.d studies within one year.

He did it in one year for his peers to complete his studies seven or eight years, or even more than ten years.

Of course, he stayed on school after graduation. At that time, he was the youngest assistant in the computer department.

Then he became the youngest lecturer and the youngest professor.

A rising star of scientific research.

After hearing the call from someone, Yan Ci looked back. The gentle wind came, and his lips curled slightly: "Professor Lessig has something to come to me, Miss."
Chapter completed!