About fifteen o'clock in the afternoon.
On the street not far from the Blue Palace, people wore thick down jackets and held handmade lanterns in their hands, as if they were watching the old red brick and black tile castle not far away with weak lights.
Everyone was staring at the stage, waiting quietly for the old man to continue speaking.
Looking at the microphone that read CTV, the man about forty years old and wearing a down jacket seemed very excited and waved to the camera behind her.
For most areas in China, three o'clock in the afternoon is still far from darkness. However, for the city of Stockholm in Northern Europe, it has entered the long winter night early.
"And it's not just talk."
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
"Lu Zhou!"
The heavy snow flying all over the sky is like a furnace, swallowing up everything in the world, smelting everything into silver in the silver flames rolling up and down. Only a few scattered street lamps and lights from windows were left, outlining the outline of the street.
Everyone was staring at the stage, waiting quietly for the old man to continue speaking.
"Excited! Excited! Happy!"
Fang Mei smiled, patted Xiaotong's little hand, and said.
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
As he spoke, the reporter pointed at the microphone in his hand.
Walking through the snow-covered streets, the reporter came to one of the Chinese people holding a lantern.
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
"The last person to win the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry at the same time was Marie Curie." Looking at the symphony on the stage, Edward Witten, who was wearing a long trench coat, said with a hint of envy in his eyes, "I didn't expect this. Great men will appear around you and me.”
However, the heavy snow did not cool people's enthusiasm.
"May I ask how you feel now?"
On the street not far from the Blue Palace, people wore thick down jackets and held handmade lanterns in their hands, as if they were watching the old red brick and black tile castle not far away with weak lights.
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
On the street not far from the Blue Palace, people wore thick down jackets and held handmade lanterns in their hands, as if they were watching the old red brick and black tile castle not far away with weak lights.
Looking at the stretched microphone, the man in a down jacket shouted loudly as if he was afraid that his voice would be too quiet to be heard.
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
"And it's not just talk."
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
On the street not far from the Blue Palace, people wore thick down jackets and held handmade lanterns in their hands, as if they were watching the old red brick and black tile castle not far away with weak lights.
"May I ask how you feel now?"
Xiaotong stuck out her tongue and made a face.
The man laughed and said.
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
Looking at the microphone that read CTV, the man about forty years old and wearing a down jacket seemed very excited and waved to the camera behind her.
"And facts have proven that there is no such thing as chance in nature."
The door of the Blue Hall has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They carry cameras in their hands, like hunters waiting for opportunities in the night, just waiting for the moment when the door opens an hour later, waiting for that figure to appear in the camera. capture a moment, and then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
Against the heavy snowfall, the reporter standing in front of the camera held a microphone with the CTV logo in her hand and spoke in an excited tone.
Fang Mei smiled, patted Xiaotong's little hand, and said.
"Excited! Excited! Happy!"
"I have no research on physics and chemistry, and I have nothing more to say except to give him instructions," Professor Deligne continued after a moment of silence, "but I admit that when I sent him the offer, I I really didn’t expect that his knowledge would bring such a big change to the world.”
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
As he spoke, the reporter pointed at the microphone in his hand.
“The street I am standing on now is Osterberg Street not far from the Blue Palace. Standing behind me are local Chinese residents. Some of them are from nearby communities, and some are from a hundred kilometers away. In the city, the hotel reservations in the nearby area are already fully booked... Holding paper lanterns in their hands, they gathered here spontaneously. Let us interview them... "
“The street I am standing on now is Osterberg Street not far from the Blue Palace. Standing behind me are local Chinese residents. Some of them are from nearby communities, and some are from a hundred kilometers away. In the city, the hotel reservations in the nearby area are already fully booked... Holding paper lanterns in their hands, they gathered here spontaneously. Let us interview them... "
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
The Chairman of the Nobel Foundation stood in front of the stage, facing the entire audience, and announced the opening speech of the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony.
"May I ask how you feel now?"
The heavy snow flying all over the sky is like a furnace, swallowing up everything in the world, smelting everything into silver in the silver flames rolling up and down. Only a few scattered street lamps and lights from windows were left, outlining the outline of the street.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my son. Aren't you worried about your son?" Lu Bangguo blushed. He glared at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaotong, and said in a "condescending" manner, "You don't understand, wait... You’ll know it when you have a son!”
Sitting in the special seat and looking at the crowded venue, Lu Bangguo was restless and had some nervousness on his face. He couldn't help but whisper to his wife sitting next to him.
Walking through the snow-covered streets, the reporter came to one of the Chinese people holding a lantern.
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
Sitting in the special seat and looking at the crowded venue, Lu Bangguo was restless and had some nervousness on his face. He couldn't help but whisper to his wife sitting next to him.
Against the heavy snowfall, the reporter standing in front of the camera held a microphone with the CTV logo in her hand and spoke in an excited tone.
For most areas in China, three o'clock in the afternoon is still far from darkness. However, for the city of Stockholm in Northern Europe, it has entered the long winter night early.
"Behind all seemingly incomprehensible phenomena, there is some inevitable reason."
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
"Do you think our Zhou'er will be nervous?"
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
"It's quite interesting to say that the Bourbaki school has always promoted the purity of mathematics and believes that mathematics should only serve mathematics. But from him, I saw a different change."
"It's quite interesting to say that the Bourbaki school has always promoted the purity of mathematics and believes that mathematics should only serve mathematics. But from him, I saw a different change."
At the same time, in the spacious hall, a symphony orchestra of dozens of people played the opening music.
"Okay, okay! No problem!"
However, the heavy snow did not cool people's enthusiasm.
However, the heavy snow did not cool people's enthusiasm.
Looking at the microphone that read CTV, the man about forty years old and wearing a down jacket seemed very excited and waved to the camera behind her.
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
The symphony is over.
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
"May I ask how you feel now?"
"May I ask how you feel now?"
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
The door of the Blue Hall has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They carry cameras in their hands, like hunters waiting for opportunities in the night, just waiting for the moment when the door opens an hour later, waiting for that figure to appear in the camera. capture a moment, and then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.
"Behind all seemingly incomprehensible phenomena, there is some inevitable reason."
The sound of the symphony became more and more passionate, and the baton waving in the conductor's hand became faster and faster, driving the atmosphere of the whole venue to become more and more high.
The door of the Blue Hall has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They carry cameras in their hands, like hunters waiting for opportunities in the night, just waiting for the moment when the door opens an hour later, waiting for that figure to appear in the camera. capture a moment, and then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.
Walking through the snow-covered streets, the reporter came to one of the Chinese people holding a lantern.
“Mathematics can not only change mathematics, it can even change the world.”
About fifteen o'clock in the afternoon.
As he spoke, the reporter pointed at the microphone in his hand.
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
Walking through the snow-covered streets, the reporter came to one of the Chinese people holding a lantern.
Witten has been obsessed with the Nobel Prize in Physics for a long time, which is almost an open secret in the physics community. But it is impossible for the Nobel Committee to award this prize to him because of his academic prestige, because both M theory and string theory are unproven.
Walking through the snow-covered streets, the reporter came to one of the Chinese people holding a lantern.
“… It’s so small that almost all of us, you and me sitting here… we’ve missed it.”
"And facts have proven that there is no such thing as chance in nature."
Looking at the microphone that read CTV, the man about forty years old and wearing a down jacket seemed very excited and waved to the camera behind her.
Looking at the stretched microphone, the man in a down jacket shouted loudly as if he was afraid that his voice would be too quiet to be heard.
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
Looking at the stretched microphone, the man in a down jacket shouted loudly as if he was afraid that his voice would be too quiet to be heard.
"... No, I heard that the life of an international student should be very colorful, right?"
The old man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses slightly, stretched out his hand to straighten the microphone, and continued in a steady and solemn voice.
At least for the physics prize, they won't make easy compromises.
"Excited! Excited! Happy!"
"The Lunar Hadron Collider was established and a new physics research system was born. All because of a great man who never gave up. All of us have taken a big step forward and reached a place that no one has ever set foot on. field."
"I still remember him saying this."
"Can I ask you if I can interview you? What exactly makes you feel so excited, excited, and happy in this cold winter?"
"Yes."
Fang Mei smiled, patted Xiaotong's little hand, and said.
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
The man laughed and said.
“Mathematics can not only change mathematics, it can even change the world.”
Xiaotong: "... Well, I think my brother is also one of the weirdos."
"No wonder..." Lu Bangguo touched his chin, wondering what he was thinking, and said to himself, "No wonder I haven't found a partner for so long. It turns out that I was affected by the environment."
The man laughed and said.
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
Behind the curtain wall made of wind and snow.
Xiaotong: "... Well, I think my brother is also one of the weirdos."
"There's no other reason! I'm just happy to see our scientists are so awesome!"
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
"Can I ask you if I can interview you? What exactly makes you feel so excited, excited, and happy in this cold winter?"
Looking at the microphone that read CTV, the man about forty years old and wearing a down jacket seemed very excited and waved to the camera behind her.
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
Next to come to the stage was Mats Larsson, chairman of the Nobel Physics Committee.
"The winner of the 2023 Nobel Prize in Physics is—"
Next to come to the stage was Mats Larsson, chairman of the Nobel Physics Committee.
Against the heavy snowfall, the reporter standing in front of the camera held a microphone with the CTV logo in her hand and spoke in an excited tone.
Behind the curtain wall made of wind and snow.
The Blue Palace standing on the edge of the lake flickers like a torch in the dark night, grabbing the attention of all longing eyes.
"I still remember him saying this."
"Dad, what are you thinking about? The awards he won cannot fit on two walls, right?"
"Dad, what are you thinking about? The awards he won cannot fit on two walls, right?"
"Yes."
The Blue Palace standing on the edge of the lake flickers like a torch in the dark night, grabbing the attention of all longing eyes.
The door of the Blue Hall has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They carry cameras in their hands, like hunters waiting for opportunities in the night, just waiting for the moment when the door opens an hour later, waiting for that figure to appear in the camera. capture a moment, and then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.
"Thanks to him for not giving up."
Against the heavy snowfall, the reporter standing in front of the camera held a microphone with the CTV logo in her hand and spoke in an excited tone.
"The last person to win the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry at the same time was Marie Curie." Looking at the symphony on the stage, Edward Witten, who was wearing a long trench coat, said with a hint of envy in his eyes, "I didn't expect this. Great men will appear around you and me.”
The door of the Blue Hall has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They carry cameras in their hands, like hunters waiting for opportunities in the night, just waiting for the moment when the door opens an hour later, waiting for that figure to appear in the camera. capture a moment, and then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.
The heavy snow flying all over the sky is like a furnace, swallowing up everything in the world, smelting everything into silver in the silver flames rolling up and down. Only a few scattered street lamps and lights from windows were left, outlining the outline of the street.
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
For most areas in China, three o'clock in the afternoon is still far from darkness. However, for the city of Stockholm in Northern Europe, it has entered the long winter night early.
At the same time, in the spacious hall, a symphony orchestra of dozens of people played the opening music.
Everyone was staring at the stage, waiting quietly for the old man to continue speaking.
As he spoke, the reporter pointed at the microphone in his hand.
"May I ask how you feel now?"
"Thanks to him for not giving up."
Sitting in the special seat and looking at the crowded venue, Lu Bangguo was restless and had some nervousness on his face. He couldn't help but whisper to his wife sitting next to him.
Looking at the stage with a hint of relief in his eyes, the hairless old man suddenly smiled.
"The Lunar Hadron Collider was established and a new physics research system was born. All because of a great man who never gave up. All of us have taken a big step forward and reached a place that no one has ever set foot on. field."
“… It’s so small that almost all of us, you and me sitting here… we’ve missed it.”
"Do you think our Zhou'er will be nervous?"
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
For most areas in China, three o'clock in the afternoon is still far from darkness. However, for the city of Stockholm in Northern Europe, it has entered the long winter night early.
“… It’s so small that almost all of us, you and me sitting here… we’ve missed it.”
Behind the curtain wall made of wind and snow.
"The winner of the 2023 Nobel Prize in Physics is—"
Looking at the stretched microphone, the man in a down jacket shouted loudly as if he was afraid that his voice would be too quiet to be heard.
"Dad, what are you thinking about? The awards he won cannot fit on two walls, right?"
"I still remember him saying this."
Fang Mei hadn't spoken yet, but Xiaotong sitting next to her heard it and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“… It’s so small that almost all of us, you and me sitting here… we’ve missed it.”
"I still remember him saying this."
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
Witten has been obsessed with the Nobel Prize in Physics for a long time, which is almost an open secret in the physics community. But it is impossible for the Nobel Committee to award this prize to him because of his academic prestige, because both M theory and string theory are unproven.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my son. Aren't you worried about your son?" Lu Bangguo blushed. He glared at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaotong, and said in a "condescending" manner, "You don't understand, wait... You’ll know it when you have a son!”
"Yes."
"... No, I heard that the life of an international student should be very colorful, right?"
"Dad, what are you thinking about? The awards he won cannot fit on two walls, right?"
"Thanks to him for not giving up."
"Can I ask you if I can interview you? What exactly makes you feel so excited, excited, and happy in this cold winter?"
Next to come to the stage was Mats Larsson, chairman of the Nobel Physics Committee.
"The Lunar Hadron Collider was established and a new physics research system was born. All because of a great man who never gave up. All of us have taken a big step forward and reached a place that no one has ever set foot on. field."
The door of the Blue Hall has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They carry cameras in their hands, like hunters waiting for opportunities in the night, just waiting for the moment when the door opens an hour later, waiting for that figure to appear in the camera. capture a moment, and then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.
Fang Mei smiled, patted Xiaotong's little hand, and said.
The symphony is over.
"I still remember him saying this."
Sitting in the special seat and looking at the crowded venue, Lu Bangguo was restless and had some nervousness on his face. He couldn't help but whisper to his wife sitting next to him.
Behind the curtain wall made of wind and snow.
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
"I still remember him saying this."
"When your favorite student receives this honor, is the only emotion you feel is 'yes'?"
Next to come to the stage was Mats Larsson, chairman of the Nobel Physics Committee.
"Your dad has never been able to change his mentality. Even though he is sitting in the Blue Hall, it is no different from sitting at his son's opening ceremony or class meeting."
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
Looking at the stretched microphone, the man in a down jacket shouted loudly as if he was afraid that his voice would be too quiet to be heard.
"Behind all seemingly incomprehensible phenomena, there is some inevitable reason."
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
"Lu Zhou!"
Sitting in the special seat and looking at the crowded venue, Lu Bangguo was restless and had some nervousness on his face. He couldn't help but whisper to his wife sitting next to him.
Witten has been obsessed with the Nobel Prize in Physics for a long time, which is almost an open secret in the physics community. But it is impossible for the Nobel Committee to award this prize to him because of his academic prestige, because both M theory and string theory are unproven.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my son. Aren't you worried about your son?" Lu Bangguo blushed. He glared at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaotong, and said in a "condescending" manner, "You don't understand, wait... You’ll know it when you have a son!”
Walking through the snow-covered streets, the reporter came to one of the Chinese people holding a lantern.
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
The man laughed and said.
"Excited! Excited! Happy!"
At the same time, in the spacious hall, a symphony orchestra of dozens of people played the opening music.
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
Xiaotong stuck out her tongue and made a face.
"The winner of the 2023 Nobel Prize in Physics is—"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my son. Aren't you worried about your son?" Lu Bangguo blushed. He glared at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaotong, and said in a "condescending" manner, "You don't understand, wait... You’ll know it when you have a son!”
Fang Mei smiled, patted Xiaotong's little hand, and said.
Looking at the microphone that read CTV, the man about forty years old and wearing a down jacket seemed very excited and waved to the camera behind her.
Fang Mei hadn't spoken yet, but Xiaotong sitting next to her heard it and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Behind all seemingly incomprehensible phenomena, there is some inevitable reason."
"The last person to win the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry at the same time was Marie Curie." Looking at the symphony on the stage, Edward Witten, who was wearing a long trench coat, said with a hint of envy in his eyes, "I didn't expect this. Great men will appear around you and me.”
"Tch! Seeing that there is no hope for me, you started to exploit me, right?"
On the street not far from the Blue Palace, people wore thick down jackets and held handmade lanterns in their hands, as if they were watching the old red brick and black tile castle not far away with weak lights.
"Dad, what are you thinking about? The awards he won cannot fit on two walls, right?"
"When your favorite student receives this honor, is the only emotion you feel is 'yes'?"
"And it's not just talk."
Next to come to the stage was Mats Larsson, chairman of the Nobel Physics Committee.
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
The venue fell silent.
"I have no research on physics and chemistry, and I have nothing more to say except to give him instructions," Professor Deligne continued after a moment of silence, "but I admit that when I sent him the offer, I I really didn’t expect that his knowledge would bring such a big change to the world.”
Fang Mei smiled, patted Xiaotong's little hand, and said.
Witten has been obsessed with the Nobel Prize in Physics for a long time, which is almost an open secret in the physics community. But it is impossible for the Nobel Committee to award this prize to him because of his academic prestige, because both M theory and string theory are unproven.
The Chairman of the Nobel Foundation stood in front of the stage, facing the entire audience, and announced the opening speech of the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony.
Xiaotong stuck out her tongue and made a face.
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
The symphony is over.
"Your dad has never been able to change his mentality. Even though he is sitting in the Blue Hall, it is no different from sitting at his son's opening ceremony or class meeting."
"... No, I heard that the life of an international student should be very colorful, right?"
"Thanks to him for not giving up."
At least for the physics prize, they won't make easy compromises.
Xiaotong: "... Well, I think my brother is also one of the weirdos."
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Tch! Seeing that there is no hope for me, you started to exploit me, right?"
"There's no other reason! I'm just happy to see our scientists are so awesome!"
"Yes."
"Behind all seemingly incomprehensible phenomena, there is some inevitable reason."
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
"It's quite interesting to say that the Bourbaki school has always promoted the purity of mathematics and believes that mathematics should only serve mathematics. But from him, I saw a different change."
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
"There is a big difference between foreign students and international students. Not everyone goes to enjoy life. What's more, it's Princeton, a small village far away from the big cities, and weirdos from half the world are gathered there. Everyone is there. Do your own thing... forget it, you don't understand even if I tell you, anyway, you don't have much idea about this at all."
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
The heavy snow flying all over the sky is like a furnace, swallowing up everything in the world, smelting everything into silver in the silver flames rolling up and down. Only a few scattered street lamps and lights from windows were left, outlining the outline of the street.
However, the heavy snow did not cool people's enthusiasm.
The symphony is over.
"No wonder..." Lu Bangguo touched his chin, wondering what he was thinking, and said to himself, "No wonder I haven't found a partner for so long. It turns out that I was affected by the environment."
Xiaotong stuck out her tongue and made a face.
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
"I have no research on physics and chemistry, and I have nothing more to say except to give him instructions," Professor Deligne continued after a moment of silence, "but I admit that when I sent him the offer, I I really didn’t expect that his knowledge would bring such a big change to the world.”
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
"The last person to win the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry at the same time was Marie Curie." Looking at the symphony on the stage, Edward Witten, who was wearing a long trench coat, said with a hint of envy in his eyes, "I didn't expect this. Great men will appear around you and me.”
Xiaotong: "... Well, I think my brother is also one of the weirdos."
"I still remember him saying this."
Behind the curtain wall made of wind and snow.
For most areas in China, three o'clock in the afternoon is still far from darkness. However, for the city of Stockholm in Northern Europe, it has entered the long winter night early.
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
The sound of the symphony became more and more passionate, and the baton waving in the conductor's hand became faster and faster, driving the atmosphere of the whole venue to become more and more high.
"Do you think our Zhou'er will be nervous?"
"It's quite interesting to say that the Bourbaki school has always promoted the purity of mathematics and believes that mathematics should only serve mathematics. But from him, I saw a different change."
"Lu Zhou!"
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
Fang Mei hadn't spoken yet, but Xiaotong sitting next to her heard it and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“… It’s so small that almost all of us, you and me sitting here… we’ve missed it.”
"The last person to win the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry at the same time was Marie Curie." Looking at the symphony on the stage, Edward Witten, who was wearing a long trench coat, said with a hint of envy in his eyes, "I didn't expect this. Great men will appear around you and me.”
Fang Mei smiled, patted Xiaotong's little hand, and said.
“Mathematics can not only change mathematics, it can even change the world.”
Witten has been obsessed with the Nobel Prize in Physics for a long time, which is almost an open secret in the physics community. But it is impossible for the Nobel Committee to award this prize to him because of his academic prestige, because both M theory and string theory are unproven.
"I declare on behalf of the Nobel Prize Selection Committee in Physics."
Against the heavy snowfall, the reporter standing in front of the camera held a microphone with the CTV logo in her hand and spoke in an excited tone.
"There is a big difference between foreign students and international students. Not everyone goes to enjoy life. What's more, it's Princeton, a small village far away from the big cities, and weirdos from half the world are gathered there. Everyone is there. Do your own thing... forget it, you don't understand even if I tell you, anyway, you don't have much idea about this at all."
Xiaotong: "... Well, I think my brother is also one of the weirdos."
At least for the physics prize, they won't make easy compromises.
"There's no other reason! I'm just happy to see our scientists are so awesome!"
"There's no other reason! I'm just happy to see our scientists are so awesome!"
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
"Yes."
The man laughed and said.
Witten has been obsessed with the Nobel Prize in Physics for a long time, which is almost an open secret in the physics community. But it is impossible for the Nobel Committee to award this prize to him because of his academic prestige, because both M theory and string theory are unproven.
"Yes."
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
"Yes."
"The winner of the 2023 Nobel Prize in Physics is—"
"May I ask how you feel now?"
"May I ask how you feel now?"
At least for the physics prize, they won't make easy compromises.
"When your favorite student receives this honor, is the only emotion you feel is 'yes'?"
"Do you think our Zhou'er will be nervous?"
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
"I have no research on physics and chemistry, and I have nothing more to say except to give him instructions," Professor Deligne continued after a moment of silence, "but I admit that when I sent him the offer, I I really didn’t expect that his knowledge would bring such a big change to the world.”
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
Everyone was staring at the stage, waiting quietly for the old man to continue speaking.
"And it's not just talk."
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
Looking at the stage with a hint of relief in his eyes, the hairless old man suddenly smiled.
"Do you think our Zhou'er will be nervous?"
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"It's quite interesting to say that the Bourbaki school has always promoted the purity of mathematics and believes that mathematics should only serve mathematics. But from him, I saw a different change."
"I have no research on physics and chemistry, and I have nothing more to say except to give him instructions," Professor Deligne continued after a moment of silence, "but I admit that when I sent him the offer, I I really didn’t expect that his knowledge would bring such a big change to the world.”
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
The venue fell silent.
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
The old man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses slightly, stretched out his hand to straighten the microphone, and continued in a steady and solemn voice.
"Can I ask you if I can interview you? What exactly makes you feel so excited, excited, and happy in this cold winter?"
“Mathematics can not only change mathematics, it can even change the world.”
"Excited! Excited! Happy!"
"The last person to win the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry at the same time was Marie Curie." Looking at the symphony on the stage, Edward Witten, who was wearing a long trench coat, said with a hint of envy in his eyes, "I didn't expect this. Great men will appear around you and me.”
"Lu Zhou!"
"I still remember him saying this."
"There's no other reason! I'm just happy to see our scientists are so awesome!"
Sitting in the special seat and looking at the crowded venue, Lu Bangguo was restless and had some nervousness on his face. He couldn't help but whisper to his wife sitting next to him.
"Okay, okay! No problem!"
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
"And it's not just talk."
"And facts have proven that there is no such thing as chance in nature."
The heavy snow flying all over the sky is like a furnace, swallowing up everything in the world, smelting everything into silver in the silver flames rolling up and down. Only a few scattered street lamps and lights from windows were left, outlining the outline of the street.
"Thanks to him for not giving up."
"Behind all seemingly incomprehensible phenomena, there is some inevitable reason."
The symphony is over.
Xiaotong stuck out her tongue and made a face.
"Okay, okay! No problem!"
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
Looking at the microphone that read CTV, the man about forty years old and wearing a down jacket seemed very excited and waved to the camera behind her.
Looking at the stage with a hint of relief in his eyes, the hairless old man suddenly smiled.
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
Xiaotong: "... Well, I think my brother is also one of the weirdos."
"Yes."
The Chairman of the Nobel Foundation stood in front of the stage, facing the entire audience, and announced the opening speech of the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony.
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
The old man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses slightly, stretched out his hand to straighten the microphone, and continued in a steady and solemn voice.
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Your dad has never been able to change his mentality. Even though he is sitting in the Blue Hall, it is no different from sitting at his son's opening ceremony or class meeting."
Everyone was staring at the stage, waiting quietly for the old man to continue speaking.
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Looking at the stretched microphone, the man in a down jacket shouted loudly as if he was afraid that his voice would be too quiet to be heard.
Next to come to the stage was Mats Larsson, chairman of the Nobel Physics Committee.
"When your favorite student receives this honor, is the only emotion you feel is 'yes'?"
"May I ask how you feel now?"
The old man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses slightly, stretched out his hand to straighten the microphone, and continued in a steady and solemn voice.
The Blue Palace standing on the edge of the lake flickers like a torch in the dark night, grabbing the attention of all longing eyes.
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
The venue fell silent.
"No wonder..." Lu Bangguo touched his chin, wondering what he was thinking, and said to himself, "No wonder I haven't found a partner for so long. It turns out that I was affected by the environment."
Everyone was staring at the stage, waiting quietly for the old man to continue speaking.
At the same time, in the spacious hall, a symphony orchestra of dozens of people played the opening music.
"The last person to win the Nobel Prize in Physics and Chemistry at the same time was Marie Curie." Looking at the symphony on the stage, Edward Witten, who was wearing a long trench coat, said with a hint of envy in his eyes, "I didn't expect this. Great men will appear around you and me.”
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
"Okay, okay! No problem!"
Fang Mei hadn't spoken yet, but Xiaotong sitting next to her heard it and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Fang Mei hadn't spoken yet, but Xiaotong sitting next to her heard it and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Looking at the stretched microphone, the man in a down jacket shouted loudly as if he was afraid that his voice would be too quiet to be heard.
The heavy snow flying all over the sky is like a furnace, swallowing up everything in the world, smelting everything into silver in the silver flames rolling up and down. Only a few scattered street lamps and lights from windows were left, outlining the outline of the street.
At the same time, in the spacious hall, a symphony orchestra of dozens of people played the opening music.
"Until a tiny speck of dust broke into all of our vision."
The door of the Blue Hall has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They carry cameras in their hands, like hunters waiting for opportunities in the night, just waiting for the moment when the door opens an hour later, waiting for that figure to appear in the camera. capture a moment, and then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.
The door of the Blue Hall has been surrounded by reporters from all over the world. They carry cameras in their hands, like hunters waiting for opportunities in the night, just waiting for the moment when the door opens an hour later, waiting for that figure to appear in the camera. capture a moment, and then press the shutter in your hand to record this historic moment.
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
The sound of the symphony became more and more passionate, and the baton waving in the conductor's hand became faster and faster, driving the atmosphere of the whole venue to become more and more high.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my son. Aren't you worried about your son?" Lu Bangguo blushed. He glared at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaotong, and said in a "condescending" manner, "You don't understand, wait... You’ll know it when you have a son!”
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my son. Aren't you worried about your son?" Lu Bangguo blushed. He glared at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaotong, and said in a "condescending" manner, "You don't understand, wait... You’ll know it when you have a son!”
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
"I still remember him saying this."
The venue fell silent.
At least for the physics prize, they won't make easy compromises.
"Can I ask you if I can interview you? What exactly makes you feel so excited, excited, and happy in this cold winter?"
Sitting in the special seat and looking at the crowded venue, Lu Bangguo was restless and had some nervousness on his face. He couldn't help but whisper to his wife sitting next to him.
Behind the curtain wall made of wind and snow.
Everyone was staring at the stage, waiting quietly for the old man to continue speaking.
"Behind all seemingly incomprehensible phenomena, there is some inevitable reason."
"For a long time, we knew very little about the world in higher dimensions."
"Your dad has never been able to change his mentality. Even though he is sitting in the Blue Hall, it is no different from sitting at his son's opening ceremony or class meeting."
“… It’s so small that almost all of us, you and me sitting here… we’ve missed it.”
“… It’s so small that almost all of us, you and me sitting here… we’ve missed it.”
About fifteen o'clock in the afternoon.
Looking at the microphone that read CTV, the man about forty years old and wearing a down jacket seemed very excited and waved to the camera behind her.
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my son. Aren't you worried about your son?" Lu Bangguo blushed. He glared at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaotong, and said in a "condescending" manner, "You don't understand, wait... You’ll know it when you have a son!”
“Mathematics can not only change mathematics, it can even change the world.”
The venue fell silent.
Everyone was staring at the stage, waiting quietly for the old man to continue speaking.
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
“The street I am standing on now is Osterberg Street not far from the Blue Palace. Standing behind me are local Chinese residents. Some of them are from nearby communities, and some are from a hundred kilometers away. In the city, the hotel reservations in the nearby area are already fully booked... Holding paper lanterns in their hands, they gathered here spontaneously. Let us interview them... "
About fifteen o'clock in the afternoon.
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
Sitting in the special seat and looking at the crowded venue, Lu Bangguo was restless and had some nervousness on his face. He couldn't help but whisper to his wife sitting next to him.
"The Lunar Hadron Collider was established and a new physics research system was born. All because of a great man who never gave up. All of us have taken a big step forward and reached a place that no one has ever set foot on. field."
The man laughed and said.
"I have no research on physics and chemistry, and I have nothing more to say except to give him instructions," Professor Deligne continued after a moment of silence, "but I admit that when I sent him the offer, I I really didn’t expect that his knowledge would bring such a big change to the world.”
"The Lunar Hadron Collider was established and a new physics research system was born. All because of a great man who never gave up. All of us have taken a big step forward and reached a place that no one has ever set foot on. field."
"And facts have proven that there is no such thing as chance in nature."
At the same time, in the spacious hall, a symphony orchestra of dozens of people played the opening music.
"The winner of the 2023 Nobel Prize in Physics is—"
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
The sound of the symphony became more and more passionate, and the baton waving in the conductor's hand became faster and faster, driving the atmosphere of the whole venue to become more and more high.
"Behind all seemingly incomprehensible phenomena, there is some inevitable reason."
The symphony is over.
"I still remember him saying this."
"Do you think our Zhou'er will be nervous?"
The symphony is over.
“… It’s so small that almost all of us, you and me sitting here… we’ve missed it.”
"Can I ask you if I can interview you? What exactly makes you feel so excited, excited, and happy in this cold winter?"
"Thanks to him for not giving up."
"Sir, may I interview you now?"
Next to come to the stage was Mats Larsson, chairman of the Nobel Physics Committee.
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
The old man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses slightly, stretched out his hand to straighten the microphone, and continued in a steady and solemn voice.
"Thanks to him for not giving up."
As if he was telling a distant legend, the old man's voice had a special appeal that made people awe-inspiring. At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of solemnity and high spirit in his voice.
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."
"Excited! Excited! Happy!"
"I declare on behalf of the Nobel Prize Selection Committee in Physics."
"I declare on behalf of the Nobel Prize Selection Committee in Physics."
However, the heavy snow did not cool people's enthusiasm.
Xiaotong: "... Well, I think my brother is also one of the weirdos."
On the street not far from the Blue Palace, people wore thick down jackets and held handmade lanterns in their hands, as if they were watching the old red brick and black tile castle not far away with weak lights.
Xiaotong stuck out her tongue and made a face.
"... No, I heard that the life of an international student should be very colorful, right?"
"Okay, okay! No problem!"
"Dad, what are you thinking about? The awards he won cannot fit on two walls, right?"
"The winner of the 2023 Nobel Prize in Physics is—"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried about my son. Aren't you worried about your son?" Lu Bangguo blushed. He glared at Fang Mei, then looked at Xiaotong, and said in a "condescending" manner, "You don't understand, wait... You’ll know it when you have a son!”
"I still remember him saying this."
"And facts have proven that there is no such thing as chance in nature."
"May I ask how you feel now?"
After unexpectedly glancing at Professor Deligne standing next to him, Professor Witten joked.
Next to come to the stage was Mats Larsson, chairman of the Nobel Physics Committee.
However, the heavy snow did not cool people's enthusiasm.
Listening to what Dad Map Cannon said, Xiaotong couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Lu Zhou!"
For most areas in China, three o'clock in the afternoon is still far from darkness. However, for the city of Stockholm in Northern Europe, it has entered the long winter night early.
"There is a big difference between foreign students and international students. Not everyone goes to enjoy life. What's more, it's Princeton, a small village far away from the big cities, and weirdos from half the world are gathered there. Everyone is there. Do your own thing... forget it, you don't understand even if I tell you, anyway, you don't have much idea about this at all."
"What does it mean to squeeze? Is there a problem with your father worrying about your life-long affairs? It's the same for you girl. You've been out for so long and you haven't thought about finding a partner."
"But fortunately, everything turned around."
"Do you think our Zhou'er will be nervous?"
"I'm not interested, and I'm so busy every day that I don't have time to fall in love."