"That man is twisting the truth!"
Watching Lu Zhou read the newspaper, Zhao Huan still seethed with indignation.
She had seen how much time and effort he had poured into this problem.
And now some man who had appeared out of nowhere claimed Professor Lu had stolen his research?
To her, it was absurd!
Unlike her, though, Lu Zhou looked calm despite being at the center of the controversy. He even seemed intrigued as he read the article.
After reading it from beginning to end, Lu Zhou smiled, folded the newspaper, and handed it back to her.
"Mm. I see."
Taken aback by his indifference, Zhao Huan accepted the paper and couldn't help asking,
"You're not bothered at all?"
"What's there to be bothered about?" Lu Zhou picked up his pen and straightened the draft paper on his desk. "Domestic media won't report this, so it won't reach me here. As for foreign media, someone else will clear it up. I don't need to do anything."
Similar ideas cropping up independently were nothing unusual in academia. But to claim Lu Zhou had borrowed his approach was a malicious accusation.
Nearly half a century had passed since Jaffe published that paper in Mathematical Annals. In all that time, neither Jaffe nor Professor Brian had been the first to try that line of proof. Lu Zhou had simply been the one to make it work.
As for Senior Brother Luo, who had actually suggested the approach to him, his name was right there on the paper, and he couldn't have been happier.
Why Professor Brian couldn't grasp that...
Perhaps he could. But who would want to?
After all, this was a chance to go down in history. Even a professor who had already won a Nobel Prize would have been tempted, let