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Chapter 824

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Huo Yao arrived at the School of Physics and Engineering.

She had just received a text message from Academician Rong in the cafeteria, asking her to go to his office.

Wu Yue was waiting at the elevator downstairs. A kind smile appeared on his face when he saw Huo Yao. "You're here."

"Hi, sir," greeted Huo Yao politely.

Wu Yue nodded. "Academician Rong is waiting for you. Let's go. I'll take you up."

He walked into the elevator and swiped his card. The number for the fifth floor lit up automatically. He handed the card to Huo Yao and said calmly, "This is for you. You can go straight up to the fifth floor in the future."

Huo Yao's eyes landed on the card in the air. She was surprised.

When she came to register, Yi Feiyu had vaguely mentioned that the fifth floor was restricted, and students from the college were not allowed to go up.

Huo Yao paused for two seconds. She took the card without thinking about why she was given access.

"Which faculty are you in at the School of Biology and Engineering?" asked Wu Yue in a gentle voice.

"Bioinformatics," replied Huo Yao obediently as she held the card between her fingers.

Wu Yue frowned and asked incredulously. "Why are you in that faculty?"

He had assumed that she would be in the School of Biotechnology, Biological Science, or Bioengineering. After all, bioinformatics had long gone downhill in the School of Biology.

Wasn't this a waste of talent?

Huo Yao looked at Wu Yue and wondered how far bioinformatics had fallen. Everyone's first reaction was the same.

The elevator dinged. They had reached the fifth floor. Wu Yue's Literature

Seeing this, Wu Yue did not ask any more questions and walked out of the elevator.

When they arrived at Academician Rong's office, Wu Yue let Huo Yao in while he went to the room next door.

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Rong Jun was sorting out his documents. When he saw Huo Yao, he pointed at the couch nearby and gestured for her to sit down. After he was done sorting out his documents, he walked over to the couch.

"I happened to be in the office for a meeting when you came in two days ago," explained Rong Jun after he sat down.

Huo Yao nodded. "It's okay."

Rong Jun wasn't too unfamiliar with Huo Yao. After all, they had been in contact on WeChat for more than half a year. After chatting casually for a while, he asked her the same question that Wu Yue had asked in the elevator.

Huo Yao went quiet for a moment. Instead of answering his question, she asked him a question. "Is bioinformatics very unpopular?"

When Rong Jun heard this, he paused for a moment and said, "Actually, you can't say that it's completely unpopular. It's just that in the past ten years, there haven't been any particularly outstanding talents in this specialization, so it's gradually not valued by the academy."

Huo Yao nodded. She roughly understood what Professor Rong meant.

Tsing University was the top university in the country, and it was the incubator of talents for the country. It relied on the support of the country in terms of resources and funding. It did not contribute much to the country, and it was not in the country's key research areas. Naturally, its professional faculties would gradually decline.

Rong Jun looked at Huo Yao. "Why? Did you choose this major?"

"Uh huh." Huo Yao did not mention that she had been forced into the Faculty of Information Science.

Although Rong Jun felt it was a pity, he thought about it from another perspective. Few people could persevere in such an unpopular major, so his chances of getting into the Faculty of Physics seemed to be higher.

He coughed and composed himself. Then he said earnestly, "It's okay. Every major has its value. Since you've chosen it, do your best."

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