A few people put their things down and saw the old man in the living room.
But Qin Yuan recognized him at a glance, and was slightly taken aback.
"Professor Chen Qingyuan?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at him, feeling unfamiliar, but for some reason, he found the face familiar. He held the paper, "Did you write this draft?"
"I wrote it." Qin Yuan glanced at it and walked towards him, suppressing the excitement in his heart, "I'm a fourth-year graduate student at Jing University Engineering Institute, Qin Yuan."
"Qin Yuan?" Chen Qingyuan was taken aback, as if remembering something, "Are you the undergraduate student from Jing University who participated in a national-level research project in your third year?"
Qin Yuan: "That's me…"
"I remember you now, why are you still in graduate school? When I left Jing University, I was looking forward to your early entry into the national team, but you still haven't graduated as a postgraduate?!"
