Super God-Level Top Student

As soon as Xu Dajiang received the call from Li Jiangao, he sprang right up from his chair.

There was no exaggeration; he literally jumped up.

"What'd you say? That old thief Zhang Xiaoquan went straight to Qiao Ze's home? And Lu Xiuxiu is still there?"

"Old thief? Uh... Dean Xu, calm down for a second, I'm already on my way over there. Qiao Ze has also told his mom to hold off that person for now. Besides, our main concern isn't that the man is Zhang, the university president, but rather a mentally ill person who somehow got in. If it was really Zhang, wouldn't there be less to worry about?

I don't quite understand how you're so sure it's Zhang Xiaoquan?"

"Ah, you don't know, it's really nauseating, and I haven't told you. Remember how Yu promised that if Qiao Ze came to Xilin University of Technology, he'd make sure to help Qiao Ze secure a poverty aid fund of three hundred thousand? The agreement was signed, and we had all the paperwork ready on our end. Then, that old thief held up the funds during the approval process.

You know about another thing. When Qiao Ze wanted to work on integrating Group Theory with the causal framework project, I went to him to apply for research funds and was rejected, right? And then Qiao Ze managed to succeed with it, surely that didn't sit well with the school's leadership. Just so happens, this year the university has started an internal audit, and some problems have been uncovered.

They might punish that old thief, and he probably thinks these issues are because Qiao Ze has a grudge against him."

"This..." The person on the other end of the phone was obviously taken aback.

"Anyway, just get to Qiao Ze quickly, and don't let him go home alone. Although it's highly likely nothing will happen—the old thief doesn't have the guts to make a scene—what if something does happen? I'll contact the security department right now, and after you've calmed Qiao Ze down, wait for me in the Xiyuan area,"

"Got it... But what in the world is going on!"

"Just make sure you calm Qiao Ze first, I have to hang up now!"

After hanging up the phone, Xu Dajiang quickly dialed another number.

"Hello, how is the school going to deal with that surnamed Zhang? How did you even let him get to Qiao Ze's house?... Is there any doubt? I just got the call... Alright, alright, alright, is this how you want to play it? Our School of Mathematics finally has a promising student, and you have to mess things up and drive him away, is that it?...

Anyway, I'm heading over now, the security department must spare someone... Yes, his place in the Xiyuan Community!... I know... Hanging up!"

Xu Dajiang was hurrying along, talking on the phone...

He really was anxious!

Xu Dajiang had no idea whether Zhang Xiaoquan was just being incredibly imaginative, or he was desperate enough to do something crazy, but he actually went to Lu Xiuxiu's place.

This was just too damn absurd! Xu Dajiang felt that even if he racked his brains, he couldn't have predicted such a bizarre move!

What made Xu Dajiang most agitated was that Qiao Ze had been kept in the dark about the entire ordeal.

Just as Li Jiangao said earlier, Qiao Ze was probably worried, most likely thinking that the person looking for Lu Xiuxiu was not the university president but a mentally ill person.

And when Qiao Ze truly finds out that it's not some mentally disturbed individual, but actually one of the university's presidents, Xu Dajiang didn't know how he would explain it.

Really, at that moment, Xu Dajiang was wondering if he should have that surnamed Zhang committed to a mental institution for evaluation, and then just leave him there for good!

Xu Dajiang had already briefed Qiao Ze a bit, knowing full well this kid wouldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes.

Concerning matters of human relationships, plots, and schemes, it's not that the kid didn't understand them; he simply disdained them and didn't bother with them. Once this kid got serious, there wasn't much he couldn't see through.

Thinking this, Xu Dajiang started to jog.

Fortunately, the administrative building of the School of Mathematics was already on the west side of the university, not far from the Xiyuan Community. When Xu Dajiang, panting heavily, rushed onto the path outside Xiyuan, he saw Li Jiangao, Qiao Ze, and a line of students.

Not only had Su Mucheng and her student Liu Chenfeng followed, but the little chubby kid who they'd met at the welcoming event was there too, plus another student he didn't recognize following behind.

But now wasn't the time to bother with these details. Xu Dajiang braced himself and approached directly.

First, he glared at Liu Chenfeng, who liked to join in the bustle, and then he said with a serious face, "Jian Gao, Qiao Ze, you're here. I'll come up with you in a moment. Don't worry; that person is probably Zhang Xiaoquan. This man's probably got his mind kicked by a donkey, always up to no good on his own, yet always thinks others are out to get him."

Qiao Ze looked at Xu Dajiang and asked, "On June 3rd, a Saturday, which was two days before the three mathematics professors from Yanbei University visited, you went to Li's office to talk about going out for a trip, which we refused. Then, in front of us, you called a surnamed Zhang university president to apply for funding but were declined. Was that person on the phone Zhang Xiaoquan?"

Just as Xu Dajiang began to explain, Liu Chenfeng smartly stopped in his tracks, keeping at least two meters away from the group.

Although he quite enjoyed a spectacle, he knew better than to barge into a direct conversation between the small boss and the big boss unless he had been specifically called upon. He would even prefer to suddenly become deaf at that moment if it meant avoiding intrusion.

And it turned out his decision was right, because as soon as Qiao Ze said those words, Xu Dajiang subconsciously shrank a little.

It had been three months since then, and he had nearly forgotten about the incident. Yet, Qiao Ze was able to clearly recall nearly all of the details from that time, even providing many clues to help jog his memory.