Qian Zhijin!
With so hesitation, Zhao Yi picked up the phone, only to hear Qian Zhijin exclaim, "Zhao Yi, you’ve really made Yanhua University and the School of Information proud!"
What’s going on!
How does the School of Information have anything to do with this?
Qian Zhijin quickly explained, "You used computer thods, so it’s an honor for the School of Information, and it doesn’t have much to do with the School of Sciences."
"I’ve talked to Professor Liu. This ti our School of Information will organize a student assembly to learn from the exploratory spirit you demonstrated in the process of discovering the new particle."
"..."
"Damn it!"
Zhao Yi wanted to curse him to his face, knowing all too well how thick-skinned Qian Zhijin could be.
He would try to snatch so glory even without any rits. He was clearly a professor at the School of Sciences, a student at the College of Biology, and the achievent was in physics. Yet, just because he used computer thods, it had sothing to do with the School of Information?
"Buzz~~"
Before Zhao Yi could even complain, his phone rang again. He didn’t bother to check the number and just turned off the phone.
It’s rest ti now!
No matter who calls, he won’t answer!
...
Perhaps knowing that Zhao Yi needed to rest, no one bothered him in his dormitory.
He slept fitfully, waking up a few tis in a daze, but just closed his eyes and fell asleep again, until he was wide awake and couldn’t sleep any longer.
It was morning.
Zhao Yi checked the ti, and it was just a little after six in the morning.
The sky was still dark.
He got up, washed up, and went outside for a jog, stretching his limbs and feeling much more energetic afterward.
He went to the cafeteria early for breakfast and t a few curious students, but it was much calr than yesterday. Zhao Yi could finally enjoy a peaceful al.
This kind of environnt was the most comfortable.
By half past eight, things got busier, and he received a call from the vice-president asking him to go downstairs and et a large crowd of people.
There were vice-presidents, professors, and a large group of unfamiliar faces. The scene was quite grand.
"Zhao Yi!"
"Don’t say anything, just wait for you to attend a press conference."
Qian Zhijin ca out and said.
"Alright!"
Zhao Yi knew there was no way to refuse. If he didn’t accept interviews, the reporters would keep coming, putting pressure on the school.
So, the school arranged a press conference to accommodate all the reporters looking to interview him at once.
The press conference was held in a classroom in the School of Sciences building, a large classroom that could accommodate over two hundred students, allowing for more dia reporters to attend.
The dia were all ready.
As Zhao Yi entered, he was bathed in various lights, feeling like a star. It was just like the professional basketball and soccer players he saw on TV, being bombarded with lights as they entered a press conference.
Behind him were various sponsorship logos...
Behind him?
The logos were replaced by a blackboard... well, at least there was a scholarly atmosphere.
A table and chairs were set up beneath the podium, clearly prepared for the interview.
Zhao Yi sat in the middle, with the university’s vice-president—a senior man whom everyone called "Teacher Song"—beside him, along with several professors.
Everyone knew they were just there for show; the reporters were not interested in them.
Zhao Yi specifically asked about the duration of the press conference.
Qian Zhijin replied, "About an hour, it should be over before ten." He was very familiar with Zhao Yi and had a wealth of experience in dealing with reporters, so he was placed next to him.
Beside him was Zhu Zhen, a physics professor from the School of Sciences.
Upon hearing Zhao Yi’s question, Zhu Zhen asked with concern, "Zhao Yi, do you have sothing to do?"
"Yes."
Zhao Yi nodded earnestly, "I have a class on College Physics in the morning."
"I ca back more than half a month late and missed several classes. I just returned yesterday, so I definitely need to attend class today."
"..."
"..."
Qian Zhijin and Zhu Zhen exchanged glances, not knowing what to say.
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