I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Zhao Yiyi lowered her head and stared at the phone, dumbfounded, and her head was filled with questions.

It took her several seconds to react. She turned around to look at the wretched uncle in shock, trying to find some familiar feeling from him.

"I'm Tang Jiang!" Song He whispered.

Zhao Yiyi stuttered in shock, "Holy shit, how did you do that?"

"Little trick!" Song He said proudly.

Zhao Yiyi turned around and whispered to her classmates. Ningmo, Zhang Zhilei and Ding Yangze were also shocked and turned to look at Song He in disbelief.

They knew in advance that Song He would dress up in disguise, but they all thought it was just a simple change of hairstyle and clothes. Unexpectedly, they actually turned into a completely different person from head to toe!

Even though we already know the real identity of the wretched uncle, it is still difficult to see Song He’s true identity when looking from left to right!

After a brief shock, the students were all a little angry at being fooled. It happened that the flight attendant was pushing a trolley to serve the flight meals. Everyone took out the buns from the flight meals and threw them at Song He. Song He was not to be outdone and continued. Throw the bread back after passing it.

The two buns were thrown sideways and hit the sleeping Shekov and Lou Jinghui in the face.

The two of them woke up and turned around in confusion. They were surprised to find that the atmosphere was wrong. Why were they laughing so playfully and starting a bread fight?

"He is Tang Jiang!" Ning Mo whispered, not forgetting that Song He's identity should not be revealed during this trip.

Xiekov and Lou Jinghui were stunned for a moment, with incredible expressions on their faces. They grabbed Song He's shoulders and pulled his beard and hair without saying a word.

"Don't pull, don't pull! You're going to ruin your appearance!" Song He covered his head and face with his hands.

"It's amazing!" Lou Jinghui was stunned, "This is more effective than plastic surgery!"

"I'll go ahead, you're a sixth-grade makeup artist, teach me later!" Shekov was pleasantly surprised.

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Hasatsu City, International Convention and Exhibition Center.

There are iron-colored buildings as majestic as a bird's nest, and "Basong International Mathematics Summit" promotional signs are hung on light poles all over the street. Heavy special police vehicles are parked on the roadside, and a large number of security personnel are busy directing incoming vehicles. The intersection is blocked.

There are two entrances to the venue, the ordinary entrance and the express lane. The long queue at the ordinary entrance has almost reached the intersection, and there are only a few people in the express lane.

Song He decisively went to the end of the long queue at the general entrance and started queuing, followed obediently by four prospective college students.

"Why are there lines at the general entrance?" Zhao Yiyi was curious, "Can't you use the express lane?"

"Why can't you leave? Let me show you how!" Lou Jinghui passed by with beaming eyes.

In full view of everyone, Lou Jinghui and Shekov happily went to the express lane, showed their invitations, and immediately entered the venue. The process was extremely smooth.

The four prospective college students were stunned and eager to try.

"Don't think about it, the fast track is for academic experts, they are all famous people." Song He whispered, shaking the paper in his hand, "You can't pass the invitation letter you printed yourself."

"Then you can take the express lane, right?" Zhao Yiyi was curious.

"No, I, Tang Jiang, am just a nobody in the academic circle." Song He shrugged.

"Don't be discouraged! Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully..." Zhao Yiyi looked at his image, "Don't bully the middle-aged and poor!"

The long queue at the general entrance moved slowly, and it took a long time to move forward. This was mainly because the security check and identity verification process was very long.

At every academic event like this, there will always be people from all walks of life trying to sneak into the scene, such as self-confident civil science experts, reporters from third-rate tabloids, wealthy bachelors eager for intellectual companions, daring fraudsters, etc.

When idle, Song He whispered rumors to four prospective college students. At a certain academic summit, the mobile phone of a Fields Medal winner was stolen. At a certain academic summit, a madam was discovered selling young models to mathematicians and hackers. Sneak into the summit site to install Trojan software...

The people queuing up moved in unison, staring eagerly at the express lanes. Whenever a well-known mathematician appeared, the entire queue would burst into excited chatter and adoration, just like a fan meeting an idol.

After standing there for more than half an hour, I finally queued up to the entrance, showed my invitation letter, and went through security check.

"Welcome, Mr. Tang Jiang!" the security personnel said businesslikely.

Song He took a deep breath and stepped into the door.

The strong aura of a strong man came to my face!

A huge crowd of mathematicians gathered in the hall, including some top physicists in the field of mathematics. Three generations of old, middle-aged and young people, most of the people with the highest IQs in the world gathered here! Those with intelligence below 140 have no chance of getting in!

Some people were busy chatting with each other, and some amiable academic experts were taking photos with young people. There were two large noticeboards erected on the edge of the hall. A group of heads were looking around, and Song He also squeezed past.

The first signboard is a layout map of the entire summit site, with the locations of various large and small lecture rooms, problem walls, and restaurants highlighted.

The second notice board is for public lectures, and the names of the speakers are all famous mathematicians.

Deng Puhe’s lecture was the first one and opened an hour later, followed by a bunch of lectures by Abel Prize or Fields Medal masters. Catalina’s lecture was the last one in the evening and was the only one to give a lecture today. Young mathematician, the topic of the lecture is "Song He Manifold"!

Discussions in various languages ​​arose from the crowd of onlookers. Song He could only understand the discussions in Chinese and English:

"Who is Catalina? How can He De give lectures on the same day as top experts?"

"Katerina, don't you know? The most beautiful young mathematician at the Geneva Mathematics Forum last year!"

"Oh, it's her! Is she too young? Is this the privilege of a beautiful woman?"

"I think it may have something to do with the content of her lecture. Song He manifolds are particularly popular this year. Many professors at Princeton have already led their students to develop Song He manifolds. Who can prove the Song He manifold firmly first? There is great hope for the top prize!”

"There are also people in Peking University's School of Mathematics who are working on the Song He manifold. Didn't Deng Puhe make a bet when he won the prize before? He said that the Song He manifold might be able to solve some century-old problems."

While everyone was chatting, a few white foreigners suddenly turned their heads curiously and asked in broken Mandarin:

"Hello, has Song He come to the summit?"

Song He was stunned for a moment, realizing that the foreigners were asking him, and quickly shook his head, "I don't know!"

Many people in the crowd thought of this, and the topic instantly jumped from Catalina to Song He.

"Song He's manifold is so popular this year, shouldn't Song He himself come to give a lecture?"

"Yes, why is he not on the lecture list? The organizer is so shameless? Didn't he invite this great master?"

"Maybe there are no new results? Song He should be busy with drug research recently. The new anti-aging drug released by Chenghuang Company is very popular! A teacher in our unit made an appointment to take one. After using it, the effect is amazing! White hair Can you believe that your hair has turned black?”

"Song He's job is probably a biologist. He is just good at mathematics. He probably won't delve into it very deeply. He may not be involved in the mathematics circle in the future."

"What a pity. I'm working on Song He's manifold recently, and I want to come and meet him for a chat. Does anyone have his contact information?"

Song He stood in the crowd and listened silently, feeling surprised. It turned out that he was somewhat famous in the mathematics circle, and many unfamiliar scholars at home and abroad were talking about him now.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.