330: Chapter 330: The Whole Internet Goes Crazy

"Ahhh, I knew I should have donated more. Is it too late to regret it now?"

"Only the top 20 on the leaderboard get a spot. I'm ranked 108th. I've never regretted anything so much in my life."

"Little Sister Xiao Yu, I beg you, add more spots! Your villa is huge, isn't 20 people a bit too few?"

"Can you open a second batch of spots? Even standing at the door and watching would be fine!"

"Envious of the big shots in the top 20. You guys listen to a few extra sentences for us."

"Don't do this! If I can't hear Brother's lectures for a month, I'll go crazy!"

"Forget it, forget it. I guess I can only listen after the New Year."

"..."

Millions of bullet comments flooded the screen.

The rational fans, however, were not quite as crazy.

After all, the top 20 were all from major universities and some academic types who had listened from the first session to the end.

At this moment, fans all over the country stared at their screens, beating their chests and stamping their feet in frustration!

Huaqing University Physics Department dormitory.

The moment Guan Jingming saw the news, he stood up abruptly.

"I'm eighth! I can go!"

Li Mo couldn't help but swallow, fearing he might miss out.

"Thank goodness, I'm ranked ninth, Professor Ouyang is 13th, and Teacher Wu is 17th."

As soon as he spoke, the four of them let out a sigh of relief simultaneously, wearing sheepish smiles.

Ouyang Baili's hanging heart finally dropped. "That's great. The best thing I've done in my life is donating to Jiang Zhe!"

...

Kyoto University of History Staff Quarters.

Professor Chen Runzhi hurriedly took out his phone and checked the leaderboard. He was ranked 18th, just enough to get in.

Qian Mingyi was 15th, Professor Liu Guangyi was 12th, and Professor Wang Shouren was 14th.

Old Chen also let out a sigh of relief, looking at his three old friends. "Our greatest luck is that we used our pensions to donate!"

After he spoke, the other three looked at each other and burst into laughter.

...

Qingfeng Temple.

Zheng Ming looked at his phone screen. He scrolled through the leaderboard several times, but he was ranked 35th.

His face turned pale. He then took out his phone, opened Weibo, looked at his traffic data, and sighed.

Lately, he had often been indirectly driving traffic to Xiao Yu's livestream on Weibo. He wondered if he could go.

"Forget it. Being able to go to the venue is fate; not being able to go is also fate."

Celestial Master Zhang smiled without speaking. He was ranked 19th.

Beside him, Professor Wen shook her head. Although it was her first time coming, she felt regret that she couldn't go and see Jiang Zhe this time.

...

National Astronomical Observatory, inside the office.

Professor Zhang Qinian had just finished working overtime with his students and opened his phone to watch the livestream replay.

He immediately saw the news that only the top 20 on the leaderboard had spots.

He curiously opened the leaderboard and counted from the top down. He was 47th.

"Sigh!"

"I can only blame myself for not donating enough. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to see him for this whole month."

"But fortunately, I can still copy his past work, such as the papers from tui bei tu to biology, history, and origin studies."

He closed his phone, packed his things to get off work, walked to the door, looked back at Jiang Zhe on the screen one last time, shook his head, and pushed the door open to go home with a look of regret.

...

At this time, inside the villa.

Xiao Yu was no longer hiding. Her phone was dinging and donging with countless private messages—instantly, 999+ unread messages flooded in.

The first few hundred were all from ordinary fans, crazy donations from the audience.

"Little Sister Xiao Yu, I just donated 200,000..."

"Little Sister Xiao Yu, for Brother, I just donated my 500,000 pocket money."

"..."

It was clear that many people had donated only after Jiang Zhe finished speaking.

She turned her head to look at her brother. Her brother shook his head with a tacit understanding. "Tell Operator Wang to refund the money."

"Okay, Brother."

She had no choice but to reply to the large donations one by one.

Soon after, she finally reached the people she recognized.

[Student Xiao Yu, I am Guan Jingming. The xia nation consciousness experiment was organized by me and my student Li Mo; next to me are Ouyang Baili and Professor Wu Ming—four of us. Can we come? If we can go, we will definitely be there!]

Xiao Yu's eyes lit up, and she quickly replied:

"Of course you can, Professor Guan. On New Year's Eve, at the Jingxuange Hotel, Gusu District, Jing'an Chinese-style villa. I'll send you the specific address later!"

Just as the reply was sent, the second important private message arrived, from: Professor Chen Runzhi of Kyoto University of History.

[Xiao Yu, can the four of us from the History Staff Quarters—Qian Mingyi, Professor Liu Guangyi, Professor Wang Shouren, and myself—attend? We have all donated enough.]

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment. These professors' names were very familiar. Basically, they had all published papers for her brother, putting Jiang Zhe's name first.

"Of course you can, my family welcomes you!"

Soon, an unexpected ID appeared: Qingfeng Temple, Zheng Ming.

[Xiao Yu, can I, can Celestial Master Zhang and I come? I know I'm not ranked on the donation leaderboard, but I did a lot of work driving traffic on Weibo. The traffic in your livestream room was driven there by me at the beginning...]

Clearly, Zheng Ming still hadn't let go of his pride, just sending a message casually. Whether Xiao Yu agreed or not, it didn't matter to him.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu smiled. She typed a reply: "Thanks, Brother Ming. Of course you can come, and Celestial Master Zhang can come too; I'll send you the address later."

When he saw the private message, Zheng Ming was a bit surprised. He didn't expect that after treating Xiao Yu and her brother that way, they would agree even though his ranking wasn't high enough.

At this moment, Zheng Ming completely felt that his behavior of frequently inviting professors to refute the views of Xiaoyu's brother was a bit unrefined.

Xiao Yu and her brother were truly generous!

Soon, the fourth, fifth, sixth...

Important private messages flooded in like water. Xiao Yu's fingers tapped rapidly on her phone.

[Huaqing University Physics Department: Professor Wang]: Student Xiao Yu, can we come? We will bring a very valuable gift!

[Nanjing University Astronomy Department: Professor Zhang]: Student Xiao Yu, can we go on New Year's Eve? Although the ranking is not high enough... Didn't you say you were going to directly attend university? As the director, I make the decision: come to our college, admission exam exempted!

[Chinese Academy of Sciences Institute of Geology: Researcher Li]: Student Xiao Yu, my colleagues and I want to apply for a few spots...

[Fudan University History Department: Professor Zhao]: Student Xiao Yu, I am a student of Professor Chen Runzhi. Can I go?

Xiao Yu replied to them one by one, feeling overwhelmed.

These private messages were all from people whose rankings were not high enough. She looked at Jiang Zhe from time to time, but Jiang Zhe shook his head gently. "Rules are rules!"

Regarding this, Xiao Yu did not reply any further.

In the livestream room, fans were still discussing frantically.

"All four Huaqing professors are going, so envious!"

"What's the use of being envious? We need to make money. Sorry, wrong set."

"Zheng Ming is actually going too? Hasn't he always been against Brother?"

"In the early days of Brother's livestream, he brought millions of traffic to the room. A lot of the popularity was brought by him. Without Zheng Ming, Xiao Yu's livestream room would have needed much more time to enter our view than it did originally."

"Damn, so you can go even if you talk trash and debate Brother online? I want to be a troll and trash Brother too!"

"Don't you dare. Zheng Ming is a master of Sinology, his teacher is Master Wang. If you trash him, just wait to go to the police station!"

"..."

Xiao Yu was busy for a long time, finally took a deep breath, and said to Jiang Zhe:

"Brother, the list is basically confirmed. Let me read it out."

"Huaqing University: Professor Guan Jingming, Li Mo, Professor Ouyang Baili, Professor Wu Ming."

"Kyoto University of History: Professor Chen Runzhi, Professor Qian Mingyi, Professor Liu Guangyi, Professor Wang Shouren."

"Qingfeng Temple: Celestial Master Zhang, Zheng Ming."

"There are also some of the earliest big shots in the livestream room; for the sake of their commercial privacy, I won't disclose them."

"By the way, Brother, there are also three foreign professors: Professor James Thompson from the Department of Archaeology at the University of Cambridge in Fu Nation; Professor Hans Wolfgang from the Department of Astrophysics at the Max Planck Institute in Germany; and Professor Hans Muller from ETH Zurich in Switzerland."

As soon as she finished, the fans were immediately restless.

"Wow, so envious!!"

"Can foreigners go too? Won't secrets be leaked?"

"Does Brother not care about these things?"

"These are foreign professors!"

Xiao Yu looked at the constantly appearing bullet comments and was stunned for a moment. She turned to Jiang Zhe: "Brother, can foreign professors teaching in our country also go?"

Jiang Zhe looked calm.

In his previous life, he had also gone to study abroad in Europe earlier.

The German professors who taught students in Europe there had also taught him everything they knew, and even took him to do research.

Why should he be stingy when it came to his own turn?

"Of course they can!"

Xiao Yu looked at her brother's calm, indifferent expression, and her admiration for him deepened.

The only thing that puzzled her was, was her brother really not afraid of leaking anything?

Soon, the fans' bullet comments in the livestream room surged like a tide again.

"This is the true style of a scholar!"

"Science has no borders!"

"But scientists have borders, right?"

"Why do you care about Brother? Brother is willing!"

"..."

Kyoto, inside the National Think Tank conference room in the city center.

Elder Fang stared at the screen, his brows slightly furrowed.

A young and aggressive member on the side sneered: "Inviting foreign professors too? Isn't this sending our research results out?"

Another female member echoed: "What if these professors have political tendencies?"

Elder Fang looked at the noisy people with an unhappy face. "Shut up!"

The conference room fell silent instantly.

Elder Fang scanned the room. "If you have the ability, your students can also be all over the world. If you can't do it, don't be sour here. Besides, is it your research result? That belongs to Jiang Zhe!"

The young members who were gossiping lowered their heads, not daring to speak again.

...

Kyoto, an office of a security department.

A middle-aged man sat at his desk, and the screen in front of him displayed the list Xiao Yu had just announced.

The male secretary standing beside him reported in a low voice: "Leader, there are three foreign professors on the list, from Fu Nation, Germany, and Switzerland. Although their political tendencies are relatively clean and they are pure scientific researchers, should we intervene?"

"After all, one idea from Jiang Zhe can save big countries with research conditions many years of time!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged leader in a suit was silent for a long time, his face naturally dignified without anger.

He had checked Jiang Zhe's background; it was as clean as it could be.

No political tendencies, no organizational background, and he never expressed any opinions on national affairs.

Everything he did revolved only around his sister.

After a long while, the leader waved his hand. "No need to worry. Jiang Zhe, this person, has no world or country in his heart; only his sister. He is like an outsider."

"Moreover, we have been controlling his IP. From the old residential area to the Jing'an villa, we have locked all his IPs. He cannot see any news about himself on the internet."

"Since he was able to crack our blockade privately without us noticing, it proves that his computer technology is no less than the military's computer geniuses. Even if he discovered it long ago, he didn't publish anything online."

"In terms of security, there is absolutely no problem."

"Yes, Leader." The subordinate nodded, turned, and retreated.

This leader watched his subordinate leave, operated the mouse, and looked deeply at Jiang Zhe's file.

[Name: Jiang Zhe]

[Age: 25 years old]

[Height: 182cm]

[Past achievements: Broke the 100-meter world record at Gusu Sports School... Predicted the Jingxuange Hotel explosion in Shanghai and the death toll one day in advance... Proposed the third-level superintelligence of xia nation consciousness—currently successfully developed in the Kunlun Laboratory...]

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[Comment: Jiang Zhe has advanced our country's theoretical science by nearly 47 years!]

Looking at the information that couldn't fit on one page of PPT, the leader's brows furrowed even more tightly. "Who exactly are you?"