From the laboratory building to the dean's office, it's only a few hundred meters, yet Dean Xia walked as if he were trekking through mountains and rivers, feeling tormented inside.
The leader walked at the front, with a brisk pace, clearly having fully recovered from the awkwardness in the laboratory earlier, even feeling joyous for discovering Zhang Lin, such a "youthful talent." He occasionally turned back to chat a few words with Zhang Lin, who followed closely.
"Xiao Zhang, I saw your lecture in the laboratory just now, it was very passionate! And I noticed the audience seemed very interested, which shows your lecture was lively and attractive. Nowadays, there aren't many young people like you who love research and are good at expressing themselves."
At this moment, Zhang Lin's adrenaline probably hadn't fully subsided, and having received such praise from a significant leader in person, he felt dizzy and sweet, truly seeing himself as a young talent.
