Frontier Technology University dormitory.
Sliced roast duck sat in a plastic food container. Song He spread a small lotus-leaf pancake in his hand, used chopsticks to place sauce-dipped duck meat inside, added cucumber strips and shredded scallions, then stuffed the whole thing into his mouth.
The roast duck delivery from the School Cafeteria struck him as rather strange. Back home, roast duck was always dipped in White Sugar. Still, this peculiar way of eating it tasted pretty good, and before he knew it, Song He had polished off more than half a duck.
A message suddenly popped up in the bottom-right corner of the computer.
Deng Puhe: "Interested in the International Mathematics Summit?"
Song He froze for a moment, quickly wiped the grease from his hands with a tissue, and replied, "Interested, sure, but I can't go abroad. Security is bad in a lot of foreign places. I'm afraid I'll be assassinated if I leave the country. My life is worth a lot of money, you know."
Deng Puhe: "It's being held domestically this year. I'm organizing it. It's scheduled for mid-August in Eight Pine City."
Song He's eyes lit up, but he hesitated immediately afterward. Holding it domestically would indeed be safe, but he didn't want to show his face in front of everyone. There would definitely be cameras at the Summit Venue, and all kinds of mathematicians would have their phones with them.
Deng Puhe: "If your identity is sensitive, you can use an alias. I can arrange a special certificate for you. It's all very simple. But you'll have to remind the mathematicians who know you not to call out your name at the venue."
"Great, I'll use an alias!" Song He exclaimed happily. "Thank you, Professor Deng. I'll go experience the legendary academic summit for myself!"