286 Reviewing Luo Feng’s Thesis? It’s Killing Me!

Oxford University, multimedia classroom.

A long table was facing the podium. Professor Vincent sat behind the table alone. The fingers of his hands were intertwined, and his expression was extremely conflicted, as if he was the one who was going to defend himself next.

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have agreed to them.” Professor Vincent was nervous and regretful.

If he was given another chance, he would never agree to let the Dean of the Mathematics Faculty be the judge.

He didn’t even know much about the thesis. He participated in Luo Feng’s thesis defense in such a state, unable to understand what they were saying at all.

Wouldn’t that be very embarrassing?

What was worse was that Luo Feng’s thesis was receiving a lot of attention from the outside world. This thesis defense would definitely become a highlight in the history of mathematics. Professor Vincent felt that he shouldn’t have participated.

“D*mmit, isn’t Luo Feng from the Finance Faculty? The Finance Faculty should be participating in the review!” Professor Vincent covered his face.

Ever since he first saw Luo Feng’s mathematics talent, he had always wanted to poach him to the Mathematics Faculty. Finally, at the last moment, he remembered that Luo Feng was actually from the Finance Faculty.

Thinking of this, Professor Vincent looked bitterly at the Dean of the Mathematics Faculty and Dean Qi who were hiding at the door.

If it weren’t for the two of them pestering him and saying things like “good eye for talent”, “carry it through”, “we’ve already agreed on it”, Professor Vincent wouldn’t have agreed!

He stole a glance at Professor Jing, who was sitting beside him. He had never felt so close to a colleague he had worked with for more than ten years.

After all, this was not the main direction of Professor Vincent’s research. Everything would still depend on Professor Jing.

He would just be a side character today.

“Old Jing, it’s up to you today!” Professor Vincent gave a thumbs up and thanked his friendly colleagues for sharing the burden.

Professor Jing lowered his head and ignored him.

“Old Jing, why aren’t you saying anything?” Professor Vincent stretched his head over to see what Professor Jing was busy with seeing how silent he was.

Professor Jing was holding a pen in his hand and writing and drawing on a photocopy of the thesis. The symbols were messy, like homework that was rushed out on the last day of the summer vacation.

Perhaps no one other than Professor Jing could understand it with the enigmatic symbols.

Professor Vincent moved his ear closer and heard Professor Jing mumbling as if he was chanting an incantation.

He seemed to be reading the thesis outloud.

“Are you alright?” Professor Vincent patted Professor Jing’s shoulder. “Are you a student who has to cram?”

“You don’t understand…” Professor Jing said worriedly. “I’ve been preparing since I received the mission, but you know what we’re going to face. Sigh, I don’t think I’m prepared enough…”

The two of them looked at each other, feeling like they were in the same boat.

With an overly outstanding student like Luo Feng, they were really under a lot of pressure as his teacher.

Losing face was one thing, but doubting life was another.

Participating in a review that might ruin his entire career was not impossible until he met Luo Feng.

“You two, don’t worry. I’ve already found reinforcements!” The Dean of the Mathematics Faculty, who was leaning against the door, smiled and said confidently, “This time, I’m the one who’s the most prepared. Do you know about the secret weapon?”

“Secret weapon?” Professor Vincent and Professor Jing looked at each other, puzzled.

Could our Dean be so reliable?

The reason why they were puzzled was not because they felt that they were inferior to Luo Feng in terms of academics. It was more of how many people in the entire mathematics world could compare to Luo Feng?

Who could the Dean of the Mathematics Faculty have found?

At this moment, the Dean of the Mathematics Faculty’s phone rang. He said happily, “Okay, okay, okay! Invite him in immediately!”

The dean of the Mathematics Faculty put down his phone and raised his eyebrows at the two professors. He said, “Let’s welcome the secret weapon!”

The two of them were filled with curiosity. They craned their necks to see who it was.

A slightly short figure appeared at the door. The moment Professor Vincent and Professor Jing saw the other party, they stood up in surprise.

“Elder Tang, why are you here?”

The Elder Tang they were talking about was the top mathematician in the Chinese mathematics world. He was known as the “number one Chinese mathematician today.” He had once studied at Oxford and was the first person to win the Fields Medal.

Only then did Professor Vincent understand where the dean’s confidence came from.

However, Elder Tang had not set foot in Oxford University for many years because of some problems. He would rather teach at other schools than return to his alma mater.

They looked like they would never interact with each other again.

Professor Vincent was very curious about how the Dean had invited him.

However, it had to be said that the aura of the number one was extraordinary. The moment Elder Tang stood at the door, Professor Vincent and Professor Jing only had one thought—We’re safe!

Today’s thesis defense would definitely be complete with Elder Tang holding the fort!

…

There were still 10 minutes before the debate began. Luo Feng walked to the ground floor of the building. Behind him, Yuan Yu and the photography team were in position in the lighting technician’s dressing room.

The team was much larger than last time.

The previous interview had failed because Yuan Yu had a mental breakdown midway. Luo Feng’s unruliness exceeded her imagination. Academics were rigorous, so Yuan Yu did not dare to write casually.

However, on second thought, she was a reporter, so she should really revert to Luo Feng’s original appearance.

Moreover, the title of “Young and Unruly Mathematician” was very explosive.

Yuan Yu turned around and typed a report to the higher-ups, applying to expand the interview into a documentary. Moreover, she had formed an even larger interview team. Sooner or later, they would follow Luo Feng and strive to show a comprehensive Luo Feng to the audience.

Therefore, Yuan Yu and her team followed Luo Feng most of the time during this period of time.

“Teacher Luo, aren’t you nervous?” Yuan Yu asked.

She had been familiar with Luo Feng during this period of time, but she still addressed him as “Teacher”.

Yuan Yu was still a little puzzled when she heard that Luo Feng was going to participate in the thesis defense. She recalled the scene when she graduated back then. She wrote until her hairs were falling off and she was so anxious that she couldn’t sleep before the thesis defense.

Looking at Luo Feng again, he seemed to have suddenly remembered that he had to defend himself on the way. Then, he walked to the teaching building.

Luo Feng smiled and said, “Why should I be nervous?”

“What if you can’t pass the defense? I was worried about affecting my graduation back then.”

Luo Feng did not speak, and Yuan Yu suddenly stopped talking.

This question sounded strange, as if… as if this question was meaningless to Luo Feng.

If Luo Feng’s thesis was not qualified to graduate, then the graduates of Oxford would have to be amazing to graduate after all.

Yuan Yu’s worry was a little unnecessary to Luo Feng.

They arrived at the classroom for the thesis defense.

Yuan Yu and the others automatically walked to the corner of the classroom to wait, affecting the normal order of the defense. She whispered to the cameraman, “Note down all the judges… Sigh, who is that?”

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