I'll Dictate, You Write

Meanwhile, at the other end of the Eurasian Continent, Hall One at CERN headquarters in Switzerland was packed with people.

Dressed in formal attire, Luo Wenxuan stood in the aisle beside the podium, carefully checking the manuscript in his hands while repeatedly taking deep breaths to calm his pounding heart.

Although this was not his first time here, standing below the stage and standing on it were completely different experiences.

This was the holy ground of the international Physics community.

In half an hour, he would face scrutiny from the world's foremost Physics scholars.

As Luo Wenxuan nervously made his final preparations, a familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Your tie is too tight. It'll affect your breathing."

The instant he heard that voice, Luo Wenxuan turned around, surprise appearing on his face.

"Professor?"

"It shouldn't be that surprising. You should know that I spend at least six months of every year here at CERN," Witten said with a smile, then jokingly added, "Not to mention that such an important presentation is waiting for me."

Luo Wenxuan smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

"I'll be thanking the heavens if I don't mess it up."

"Since Professor Lu chose to entrust this presentation to you, that means he believes you can handle it. If I were you, I wouldn't be this nervous at all. Just treat it like an ordinary presentation."

What nonsense... You're a Fields Medal giant, of course you don't need to be nervous. The problem is, I've never won a Fields Medal.

Luo Wenxuan said nothing, only complaining silently in his heart.

Seeing that he did not speak, Witten paused briefly before continuing, "Speaking of which, how is Professor Lu doing?"

Luo Wenxuan said, "He's doing quite well in every sense. He's just as