Zhou Liang nodded, a smile spreading across his face: "I see, all right, then I'll make the arrangements. We'll set up a game tournament at this year's IMO too, I'm sure everyone will enjoy it. Westerners love this sort of thing more than we do."
Qiao Yu nodded, assuring him: "Don't worry, Professor Zhou, I promise I won't let you down. I must bring glory to Huaxia."
...
The training sessions ended at 9:30 PM every day during this phase, and it was almost 10 PM by the time I returned to the dorm after chatting with team leader Professor Zhou.
But no one in the dorm was asleep; everyone sat there with frowns on their faces, chatting until they saw Qiao Yu come in, and then they fell silent again.
"Boss..." Yu Yongjun greeted proactively as usual.
The others couldn't quite bring themselves to call him "Boss" most of the time, but Yu Yongjun had no such psychological burden.
So far, Qiao Yu hadn't managed to figure out the limits of this chubby guy yet.
