The Z Particle Clock had already been launched. All that remained was a long wait.
Over the past few days, Lu Zhou had finally returned to Jin University's campus and picked up the teaching work he had set aside for so long, giving several classes to the undergraduates.
When word spread that Professor Lu had finally remembered he still had a teaching job, the younger students at the School of Mathematics were practically ecstatic. Even female students from the neighboring Economics and Foreign Languages departments came over to sit in on his classes.
Though he was rather puzzled about what the classes he taught in Mandarin had to do with foreign languages, Lu Zhou was still quite happy to see so many people interested in mathematics. He could not help revealing a fatherly smile.
It had to be said that teaching undergraduates was a very enjoyable thing.
Not only could he review simple mathematical principles that he normally would not even think about, but it also effectively eased the restlessness and anxiety that had built up while waiting.
However, on the fifth day after he returned to the classroom, something strange happened.
More precisely, a strange person with a special identity showed up in his class.
That strange person was none other than Professor Perelman.
The burly Russian man, with thinning hair on top and a thick beard nearly covering his neck, had brought a small stool and sat in the back of the classroom. He listened intently while casually jotting things down in a notebook.
Obviously, his appearance was so avant-garde that almost none of the students in the classroom recognized him. Instead, they were frightened by the way he looked.
Lu Zhou, who was teaching from the podium, was the same, though for a different reason.
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