“This is the entire list of questions for today? I don’t think I can finish by midnight…”
“Seems like it.”
It looked like some scroll of universal magic.
The question list, made from stapling sheets of paper together, seemed endless.
Just by glancing at the last number, I saw a staggering 365.
Even if I answered 10 questions per hour, it would take 36 hours.
“What have these people been doing until now to ask questions just now? There are quite a few duplicates, it seems.”
“The official documents from each university just arrived yesterday…”
“So that’s why Emilie is pulling an all-nighter. I can see the dark circles under her eyes.”
“Ah! I covered them with makeup, but do they really show that much?”
Emilie took a small mirror from her bag to check her face.
Her tired face made it obvious.
“I can’t answer them all. I have personal time too, and if there are some interpretations you can’t grasp, it’s not my fault.”
“Isn’t there any way?”
“There is a way.”
Because I only need to answer the truly valuable questions.
*
[No Name Fan Meeting Announcement!!!!!! (Not a troll!)]
[Author: oo (147.47)]
You can see No Name giving a talk on proving difficult problems at Korea University!
But…
But…
They’ll close the list in about 30 minutes! Haha
(28 Building Photo.jpg)
A Russian girl gave me a stamp on my hand, hehe
[Comments]
– What the heck? Haha
– Is this real and not just a joke?
– Provincial loser 1 lossㅠㅠㅠㅠ
– I live in Seoul, why can’t I go?
– I just woke up in Gwanak-gu, if I leave now, is it possible?
└ If you don’t shower, it’s possible within 10 minutes.
└ But I haven’t showered for 5 days.
└ Then don’t go;;
– Please do a live broadcast.
└ (Author): Isn’t camera usage prohibited?
└ Then at least do it in the comments…
– Who announces a fan meeting 30 minutes in advance? Haha
└ Phone meeting, haha
– But how did you know and get there right away?
└ Ah, you’re a deceiver, using Korea University’s IP.
└ (Author): Hahaha
“Oops!”
The young man, busy writing comments in the community, bumped shoulders with a middle-aged man.
“…”
“Ah, I’m sorry!”
“… Pay attention to where you’re going.”
“Yes, yes…”
Professors and students from classes that had finished early in the summer semester gathered at Building 28, as if they had made a promise.
In the large lecture hall that could hold 250 people, about 200 were already gathered.
Professor Baek, from the Department of Material Engineering, was also one of them.
He adjusted his glasses and watched a child scribbling at the front.
“Is that kid Professor Cheon’s adopted daughter?”
Professor Baek recalled how students in the summer session kept asking if he had ever met No Name.
The reason was ridiculous.
Since they both worked on the same floor as Professor Cheon, they wondered if No Name might drop by.
Already there were reports from other majors that No Name had participated in hands-on experiences, making the classes almost impossible to conduct.
He decided to take a seat in the back and observe.
Let’s see just how talented she really is.
Ding-! Dingding!
“…?”
“Ah, I’m sorry! I’m going to set up a camera here; is that alright?”
A somewhat cheeky young man set up a huge camera in the audience’s seating area.
The sound of the camera whirring was annoying, as if it had a motor.
Seeing the rapid-fire comments on the holographic screen connected to the camera, he seemed like an internet broadcaster.
“Ha… Do as you please.”
Why are there more and more rude people these days?
Professor Baek’s concerns deepened.
Meanwhile, those sitting in the second row were attendees invited by No Name.
If you were to name the most famous person there, it would certainly be Professor Cheon Kyujin, whom Professor Baek found very unsatisfactory.
Professors from the first row of the Mathematics Department recognized him and came over to shake hands.
“Hello, Vice Dean. We met from afar at a previous faculty seminar.”
“Ah, yes, nice to see you.”
“I didn’t realize you had such expertise in pure mathematics.”
“What have I done? My daughter is so brilliant, she did it all on her own.”
Professor Cheon Kyujin held the position of Vice Dean, overseeing faculty appointments and promotions at the College of Magic. He also took part in major events like faculty seminars and retirement ceremonies.
As the head of the Theoretical Research Institute, he was busier than someone on sabbatical would typically be.
Those who remembered his past accomplishments, which weren’t often discussed in Korea, greeted him with admiration.
After finishing his greetings with other professors, Professor Cheon returned to his seat.
Beside him was a visibly young girl bouncing her legs restlessly.
“Aren’t you bored?”
“No!”
“If you get tired watching, it’s okay to step out for a bit.”
“No, I can watch until the end!”
Baek Arin, who insisted on following No Name despite wanting to visit Korea University, left her brother Baek Minwoo alone at home.
“Some say it might go over three hours? Can you really last that long?”
The red-headed girl next to Baek Arin pouted her lips.
She was Seoyuna, No Name’s close friend from the Academy.
Baek Arin’s biological brother, Semaaru, had to sit apart due to the V-tube camera setup.
Seoyuna was not pleased with Baek Arin suddenly inserting herself into their friendship.
“Of course I can! I’ll last!”
But seeing her bright, smiling friend made it impossible to spit hate; she turned her head away.
The students of Korea University happily watched the little kids playing from the back row.
From the same Department of Physics and Astronomy, Ji Seonghoon, who was a PD at Hicks Studio, and Woo Da Yeon sat beside Dan Ni El, who awkwardly held onto his skirt hem.
“Why did you come alone? Don’t you have any friends?”
“Yeah, it’s nice that your sister came with her boyfriend.”
“No, he’s not my boyfriend!”
“Haha, did we look like that?”
“No, what on earth are you saying!”
“Ugh!”
Just as the psychology final exam ended, the timing was perfect.
Thanks to No Name’s involvement, the struggling group had smoothly completed their last meeting, and their relationships grew closer.
“Um… excuse me, Ban So Wol, is anything uncomfortable for you? If you let me know…”
In the third row, Shin Yeonho could be seen with Ban So Wol, a bit distanced from them.
As luck would have it, their first meeting place had turned into a large lecture hall.
Ban So Wol’s suggestion to choose a unique place where their schedules overlapped turned out to be an unusual location.
Shin Yeonho had appeared somewhat flustered since earlier.
Unlike her unmade high school look, Ban So Wol, now two years older, was poised to capture the hearts of new male students.
Suddenly, Ban So Wol’s hand overlapped with Shin Yeonho’s resting on the armrest.
“…!”
Shin Yeonho held his breath.
‘Was Ban So Wol originally this proactive on a first meeting? Could it be that she likes me? Wait, she can’t even see my face well.’
Ban So Wol slowly turned her head and asked.
“Would you like to arm-wrestle if you’re bored?”
“Uh…? Arm-wrestle? Here?”
Shin Yeonho looked at Ban So Wol with vacant eyes.
What a strange person.
And that made her even more attractive.
Sometimes, love seems to blind a person.
Clap-!
The woman who ascended the podium in the large lecture hall clapped with an aura.
In an instant, the raucous atmosphere quieted down.
Emilie Mayakovsky held the microphone and welcomed the audience.
“Hello. I’m Emilie Mayakovsky, here to lead the Q&A session on ‘ABC conjecture and Brocard’s problem’, along with six other difficult problems. Currently, five cameras are set up behind, so please try to maintain silence for this scholarly event. All proceedings will be based on the questions previously provided, and additional questions will be limited to two per chapter due to time constraints.”
A girl who had been sitting still in her chair was there.
Shrouded in the curtain’s shadow, her upper body was hard to see.
Finally, she stepped into the bright spotlight: No Name.
It was only natural that applause erupted.
“Hello. I am No Name.”
Whether it was due to the influence of the virtual reality capsule or if she was just born that way, every action she took radiated maturity beyond her years.
With her hands behind her back, she paced in front of the podium and declared as if she had made a resolution.
“To confess my true feelings to you, I don’t particularly like math. Moreover, after proving difficult problems, I’ve been entangled in ridiculous conspiracy theories, and there are quite a few people online who speak ill of me. So, it may be best to think that I will have nothing to do with mathematics from now on.”
What on earth is that child saying?
The professors who were about to welcome her with applause froze like statues in their seats.
“As this is the final session, I encourage your enthusiastic participation.”
