Two ten.
"Song He, are you even capable of this or not?! The manuscript! I want the manuscript!"
Two twenty.
"Please, Song He! Stop pretending to be dead! Give me the manuscript! I'm going onstage in ten minutes!"
Two twenty-nine!
"Father Song! Dad! What if I change my name to Song Longxing from now on! A whole bunch of people in the global Mathematics Circle are watching me! Give me the manuscript!"
Chu Long was nearing despair. He felt like he was about to split apart.
At last, the supposedly dead Song He replied:
"Sorry, sorry. I passed out while working on the problems just now. I only just woke up."
"The manuscript is written too messily. You probably won't understand a lot of it, and there's no time to check it. Put on an earbud. I'll explain while you write!"
A tablet lay in front of Chu Long, and the voice call was about to come through. He hurriedly put on his Bluetooth earphones, got up, and went onstage!
Applause rang out. He stood onstage and looked down. The Lecture Hall was about half full, and there were several famous figures seated in the front rows!
The tension... hit him all at once!
This was Chu Long's first time speaking publicly at such a high-level international event. For one brief moment, his mind actually went blank, and he had no idea what to do.
"Start with a couple of opening lines, thanking everyone or something." Song He's voice came through the earphones, calm and steady.
The tension suddenly dissipated by more than half. Chu Long regained his composure and began to speak:
"Thank you, everyone! Unfortunately, Song He was too busy with work to come here and give the lecture himself, so he entrusted me with presenting his latest