He had originally thought that a trip to Shangjing would let him avoid the interviews, but to his surprise, he was still aggressively surrounded by reporters from every major media outlet as soon as he got off the plane.
Apparently, Lu Zhou had underestimated people's enthusiasm for virtual reality technology.
The plane had practically just landed when, the moment he stepped off the boarding stairs, reporters carrying cameras and microphones had already blocked the surrounding path so thoroughly that not even water could get through.
Southern Morning News reporter: "Professor Lu Zhou! Is it true that Starry Sky Technology has announced a breakthrough in virtual reality technology?"
Lu Zhou: "Go check the official website yourselves."
The Sun reporter: "Professor Lu Zhou! We understand that the Swiss National Center for Neural Network Research had been conducting related research, and that your institute poached an important researcher from them two months ago. Does this constitute academic theft—"
Lu Zhou: "As for whether he was important, please interview Professor Miel yourself. As for whether there was academic plagiarism, check the paper and patent numbers. I hope you can ask a more intelligent question next time."
BBC reporter: "Hello, Academician Lu! Is Dr. Z a member of the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study? We noticed that he published a paper on virtual reality technology on arXiv a month ago. Could you reveal why he has always conducted academic work anonymously?"
Lu Zhou answered with a straight face, "I don't know. Maybe because these recording pens are too annoying."
BBC reporter: "Uh."
In the end, escorted through the way by airport police, Lu Zhou finally got into the car outside and left those frenzied reporters behind.
Leaning back against his seat, Lu Zhou adjusted his collar and complained with a headache.
"How did these people