On the other side, watching the excited engineers cheer and embrace one another, watching the temperature-time function curve with no discernible pattern whatsoever, Yang Xu slowly opened his mouth, then slowly closed it again.
Was this the strength of a Fields Medal winner?
No wonder the Nobel Prize Committee had been won over by his ability...
No wonder the entire field of Computational Materials Science had gone mad over his theories...
There had once been a time when Yang Xu believed he was already very close to the Nobel Prize. Especially after winning the Citation Crown Award—known as a bellwether for the Nobel Prize—with the cathode material for Lithium-Sulfur Batteries and the SG-1 superconducting material, he had become even more convinced of it.
The only reason the Nobel Prize Committee had not considered him was because the name of his coauthor had been too dazzling. Sooner or later, he would produce achievements that belonged to him alone and complete a qualitative transformation through sheer accumulation!
But now, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Looking at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, Yang Xu smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Anyone capable of winning a Nobel Prize was a monster...
Sure enough, I still have a long way to go...
Just then, his wandering thoughts were interrupted.
Making his way through the crowd, Academician Yuan grabbed him by the shoulder and urgently asked,
"Where is Professor Lu? Where is he now?"
Seeing the urgency on Academician Yuan's face, Yang Xu froze for a moment before answering,
"Professor Lu... has already gone back."
Zhang, who was following behind Academician Yuan, hurriedly asked,
"Gone back where?"
"Back to the hotel, of course..."
Where else could he have gone? It was not as though he had returned to Jinling.
Yang Xu looked oddly