"Ah, the Fields Medal winner at the age of twenty-two, I'm afraid no one will be able to break that record. By the way, do you think he'll attend the World Congress of Mathematicians the year after next?" Pierre Deligne asked out of the blue.
Antoine Lefevre shook his head and said wistfully, "I'm not quite sure; in fact, I've had very few interactions with Qiao Ze. It's Professor Dugan and Professor Whitten who have more contact with Qiao Ze, but I guess he probably won't come. Professor Whitten once mentioned to me that he is very reluctant to attend academic conferences and dislikes wasting time on communication and exchange."
"To value time at just twenty years old... But what exactly is he pursuing? The truth?"
Pierre Deligne's sigh made Antoine Lefevre pause.
He really didn't know how to answer that question.
At twenty, he was still at the University of Paris.
