Won the Fields Medal.
Won the Nobel Prize.
Lu Zhou felt like his time at Princeton was worthwhile.
Honestly, if he ever decided to return to China, he would miss this place quite a bit.
Whether it was the house he spent quite a lot of effort decorating, the fireplace in his living room, his office at the Institute for Advanced Study, or Lake Carnegie.
Or the scientific research environment and the scholars…
He'd come and visit again when he had the chance.
Okay, it's settled, I'm not selling the house.
In the morning, Lu Zhou went into the office. When he opened the door, he was rained by confetti.
"Congratulations, Professor Lu! Youngest Nobel Prize winner in history," Hardy said with a party hat on his hand. He used the empty confetti cannon as a microphone and said, "May I ask, what are your thoughts right now?"
