Goya could foresee that the reappearance of the name Lin Ke, after several years, would definitely cause a great stir.
It's a pity, if only Lin Ke would do more research.
Goya felt that with someone like Lin Ke, if he could be passionate about energy physics, it would certainly be a blessing for the batch of professors in energy physics.
"What a pity, what a pity!"
Goya sighed, then opened the paper bag she brought with her, took out some milk tea, and read the newspaper while sipping on it.
Although she was not interested in mathematics and the like, Goya still decided to take a look at the paper Lin Ke published first.
It's not about profession, it's not about interest, it's only about attraction.
After all, Lin Ke was handsome, wealthy, and talented—who wouldn't like him?
From fifteen-year-old girls to five-thousand-year-old witches, everyone wanted to have Lin Ke.
Unfortunately, they couldn't.
Goya was certainly among them.
