The f*ck?
God Lu?
He's my idol!
When Zhang Zhiongqing looked at the person standing up, his glasses nearly dropped to the ground.
When he remembered that this big name was listening to his lecture, he was shocked and happy; it was almost like he had won the lottery. He was shocked that he didn't notice Lu Zhou was in the classroom, and he was happy that he could brag to people that he gave a lecture to a Nobel Prize winner.
However, even though Zhang Zhiongqing felt a mix of emotions, Lu Zhou was emotionless.
Classrooms were one of the places for academic exchange.
Back when he was in Princeton, he often asked his students to lecture for him.
In his opinion, academic exchanges shouldn't be about honor or status.
"Professor Lu, please go ahead." Professor Zhang made a gesture and respectfully gave up the stage.
"Don't need to be so polite, I just have some ideas."
