The air fell silent for several seconds.
Those who knew Lu Zhou were fine. They had known from the start who the person standing by the blackboard was; otherwise, they would not have listened so intently and carefully.
However, to Chen Yang, the name "Lu Zhou" was like a thunderclap out of nowhere.
Over the past month and a half, the Hyperelliptic Curve Analysis Method he had been studying, along with every improvement he had made based on it—even the source of his inspiration—had all come from the paper Lu Zhou had submitted to Mathematical Annals at the end of last year.
He had never expected the author of that paper to be standing right in front of him!
"Lu... Lu Zhou?"
Chen Yang was not the only one stunned. The boy in the baseball cap who had been watching from outside the crowd also widened his eyes and stretched out his right hand toward Lu Zhou.
"Y-you... you're Lu Zhou?! Academician Lu from the Jinling School of Mathematics?"
Seeing how excited his friend was, as well as all the eyes turning their way, the chubby boy beside him nervously tried to grab his hand, only to have it shaken off.
Lu Zhou felt that the boy in the baseball cap looked vaguely familiar, though he could not quite remember where he had seen him.
He looked in the boy's direction and smiled.
"Have we met somewhere before?"
The boy in the baseball cap had not expected Lu Zhou to recognize him. He said excitedly, "Mm-hmm! On the plane!"
On the plane?
A look of realization appeared on Lu Zhou's face.
Oh, so it was that kid.
His ears were practically red with excitement as the boy babbled, "I-I'm Ji Mo. Boss, I'm your fan! I admire you so much!"