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Chapter 17: Low-key under the halo

On Sunday, at the cemetery of mathematician Du Mingyuan, the tombstone was filled with flowers and tributes!

On both sides of the tombstone stood solemnly Mr. Du Mingyuan’s disciples and relevant personnel of the Mathematics Association.

Some news media reporters gathered here, seemingly waiting for something.

The leader, Professor Li, looked at his watch and saw it was around 9:30 am.

The beautiful assistant next to me asked worriedly, "Mr. Li, why hasn't that young math genius arrived yet? He won't break the appointment, right?"

"No, he will never do it. I believe in his character!" Professor Li said, "It should be here soon. I have asked Murong Yunduo to pick him up!"

At the same time, the media reporters were also talking a lot, and they were all in high spirits, as if they were determined to take photos of the mathematical genius and get the most valuable news headlines!

At yesterday's press conference on Saturday morning, the mysterious young math genius did not show up. Professor Li just said that he was low-key and did not want to be noticed.

Today, journalists and friends are getting ready and must take photos of him!

However, what everyone didn't expect was that when Murong Yunduo's sports car slowly stopped, all the reporters rushed towards him.

When all the cameras are pointed at the car door.

The car door opened, and a young man wearing a peaked cap and black sunglasses came out.

This scene greatly disappointed all the reporters. They all raised their microphones and kept asking endless questions:

"May I ask why you don't want to show your true face in Lushan?"

"May I ask what your surname is? How did you solve the advanced algebra problem in mathematics?"

"What are your usual habits when solving math problems? Drinking coffee, smoking, or something else?"

"How old are you this year? Do you have a girlfriend? What is your zodiac sign?"

...

In addition to the inquiries from media reporters, there were also representatives from many manufacturers who crowded up and shouted excitedly:

"Mathematical genius, are you willing to endorse the brain power pills produced by our factory? This is a check from our chairman. As long as you agree to cooperate with us, you can fill in the number on this check yourself!"

There are also manufacturers of milk powder, "Young man, as long as you say in the advertisement that the reason why you can solve that mathematical problem is because you grew up drinking the milk powder we produce, we will immediately pay you a sky-high advertising fee!"

"

Feng Xiaofeng went crazy when faced with all the questions and bustling people around her!

"Security, come quickly and maintain order!" Murong Yunduo saw that the scene was about to get out of control, so he called the security guards in the distance to come over.

Twenty or so security guards squeezed through in an instant, blocking the crowd around Feng Xiaofeng from one meter away.

Under the escort of security guards, Feng Xiaofeng came to Mr. Du Mingyuan's tombstone and said, "Teacher Li, I'm here!"

"Haha, you are really here. Dressed like this, the media will try to take advantage of you!" Professor Li said.

"Hey, I can't help it!" Feng Xiaofeng approached Professor Li, "Teacher Li, please don't call me by my real name here. I have already made a fake name for myself. Just call me Xiao Lei!"

"

Professor Li thought for a moment and said, "Okay!"

Behind Professor Du are the disciples of Mr. Du Mingyuan. These disciples are all over fifty years old. They are all professors at Huaxia Longcheng University and are very famous!

When they saw Feng Xiaofeng, they thought, "Is this the young genius who solved that difficult problem in mathematics? Although he looks very young, he has fulfilled Mr. Du Mingyuan's last wish after all!"

Therefore, Mr. Du Mingyuan's disciples, these prestigious professors in various universities, all bowed to Feng Xiaofeng in unison.

Feng Xiaofeng was flattered, "Teachers, if you can't help it, if you can't help it, don't give me such a big gift, right?"

"Little Lei, you have fulfilled our old Mr. Du's last wish, and now he has rested in peace under Jiuquan! We are all his students, and it should be so!" After saying that, Professor Li actually took the lead and faced Feng Xiaofeng again.

Two bows.

At the same time, when Professor Li called Feng Xiaofeng’s fake name Xiaolei, the reporters around him became excited.

"Haha, I finally know the name of that young genius, Xiao Lei. It's a good name. He sounds like a genius at first glance!" Reporters rushed to write articles on the spot, and some even broadcast live and reported the situation on the spot.

"This, this!" Feng Xiaofeng felt extremely awkward. He knew very well that these were highly respected university professors and leaders in the field of mathematics. How could he receive such a great gift?

Just when Feng Xiaofeng was dumbfounded, Professor Li led everyone to bow to him three times.

Murong Yunduo on the side felt quite cute when she saw Feng Xiaofeng looking like this. She covered her lips and couldn't help laughing, with deep love in her beautiful eyes!

After bowing three times, Professor Li took out a piece of A4 paper with the solution to the advanced algebra problem. He solemnly said to everyone, "Xiao Lei solved it. I will burn it for Mr. Du!"

Professor Li squatted down and, with the assistance of a beautiful assistant, lit the A4 paper.

Professor Li stood up and led everyone to bow to Du Mingyuan's tombstone and pay silent respect.

Feng Xiaofeng also politely approached Professor Li, stood beside him, and paid silent respect with everyone.

Professor Li took Feng Xiaofeng and said to Mr. Du Mingyuan's tombstone, "Teacher Du, you can finally rest in peace now. A difficult problem in our mathematical world has finally been solved by a young genius. It's really awesome! I will lead you now."

He looks at you"

Feng Xiaofeng said respectfully, "Grandpa Du, let me take a look at you——!"
Chapter completed!
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