Noon, School of Pharmacy cafeteria.
Lu Geng, Yu Banmeng, and Cha Xinran sat at a corner table. Each had a lunch tray and an open laptop in front of them. They ate while busily searching for information and filling out the research project application.
"There's nothing online." Yu Banmeng lowered her voice. "Did Dean Song really win the Nobel Prize?"
"I couldn't find anything either, but Dean Song is ranked pretty high on the odds boards of overseas betting companies, hovering in the top three. Could he have gotten the news from the betting companies?" Cha Xinran said. "Though that isn't reliable either!"
"You two have been searching for news about Dean Song's Nobel Prize this whole time?" Lu Geng was stunned. "Am I the only one honestly writing the application?"
"Could Dean Song have been joking?" Yu Banmeng muttered. "If the winner is announced tonight, there shouldn't be any news in the morning, right?"
"Why not? We definitely wouldn't know about it, but if Dean Song is involved, he might have a channel that notified him in advance, right?" Cha Xinran said.
"Hey, we need to finish the application!" Lu Geng waved a hand in front of them. "Did you hear me?"
"It'd be great if Dean Song really won the Nobel Prize. It would make the Medicine Institute even more famous, and we'd be the personal students of a Nobel Prize winner!" Cha Xinran began fantasizing. "I'll apply to be Dean Song's graduate student after I finish my undergraduate degree. He knows me, so I'd definitely pass the interview!"
"Not necessarily. Really, not necessarily. Even if he doesn't win the Nobel Prize, Dean Song is still tremendously renowned. Countless people across the country and the world want to become his students. We need to produce some results before