binnovel Chapter 385 Arrogant Lecture
Chapter 385 Arrogant Lecture
The school's large classroom, which can accommodate 200 people, is now completely packed. The air is filled with the scent of various brands of shampoo, the subtle odor of sweat, and a restless feeling called "anticipation."
Of course, what everyone is looking forward to is not the lecture given by the youngest professor of Li Ning University returning to his alma mater, but the huge amount of credits that this lecture can bring.
Most students had the same idea as Tang Yuze.
The credits are attractive, but who cares about the content of the lectures?
Tang Yuze and Luo Mingcheng found two seats in the middle back.
As soon as I sat down, the lights in the classroom suddenly dimmed, leaving only the podium area bright, like a stage.
This stage effect should have been arranged the day before.
Tang Yuze also noticed that there seemed to be quite a few school leaders whom he had met in previous incidents waiting in the first two rows for the lecture to begin.
No wonder even Luo Mingcheng, who went to college just to find a wife and is a shooting game fanatic who keeps asking Tang Yuze to log in all day, knows the name of this professor. It seems that he is indeed someone important.
The host finished reading the lengthy and flattering introduction in a voice that was a little distorted with excitement.
Finally, amid not particularly enthusiastic applause, the protagonist of this lecture, Professor Zhong Qi, appeared on stage.
He is indeed young.
Thirty-three years old is too young for the academic world.
Tang Yuze had never met a professor under the age of 50 before.
Professor Zhong Qi is tall and straight, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit without a single wrinkle, and his hair is neatly combed.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses were sharp and calm. When he glanced at the audience, there was a sense of scrutiny in his eyes.
He didn't bow modestly like most scholars, but simply nodded slightly as a greeting. He took the microphone smoothly and confidently.
"Good afternoon, everyone."
His voice came through the high-quality audio equipment, clear, calm, and without too much warmth.
"I am honored to return to my alma mater. Today, what I will share with you is not some interesting scientific anecdote, but some of our laboratory's recent cutting-edge research on the relationship between protein folding dynamics and disease."
His opening remarks were direct, almost cold, without any attempt to warm up the audience or build rapport. The giant projection screen behind him lit up, revealing an extremely complex PowerPoint presentation filled with densely packed formulas, roadmaps, and obscure technical terms.
"We know that the essence of life lies in the execution of protein functions, and these functions are determined by their unique three-dimensional structures. Misfolding is the root cause of many neurodegenerative diseases, such as Alzheimer's and Parkinson's. Traditional static structural analysis, such as X-ray crystallography or cryo-electron microscopy, can no longer meet our needs for understanding dynamic processes..."
Zhong Qi spoke very quickly, with strict logic and almost no pauses.
He was completely immersed in his own knowledge system and started explaining directly from the deep waters of the field.
Concepts, abbreviations and models that may take time for doctoral students to digest were thrown out by him as naturally as breathing.
Tang Yuze subconsciously sat up straight.
What Zhong Qi talked about was completely beyond the knowledge boundaries of ordinary undergraduates, and it even jumped so much that it was difficult for him to grasp the logical chain.
But Tang Yuze was still able to keep up with Zhongqi's pace. After all, the human genome research he was doing also belonged to the field of biology.
Beside him, Luo Mingcheng's eyes had begun to glaze over after the initial five minutes of excitement. He secretly pulled out his phone, the bright light of the screen standing out prominently in the dimly lit seating area.
The lecture lasted about twenty minutes.
On the podium, Professor Zhong Qi continued to interpret the exquisite structure of his mind as if no one was around.
Occasionally, he would turn around and write a few lines of derivation on the whiteboard, his handwriting sharp and full of unquestionable certainty. He seemed to have completely ignored the audience's receptive capacity, turning what should have been a "popular lecture" into a monologue of his own academic thinking.
In the audience, the initial silence and curiosity had long since disappeared.
There's no way around it. Everyone here is a college student earning credits, and there are all kinds of majors. I don't even know if there are even double-digit students majoring in bioengineering.
What Zhong Qi talked about on the stage was all professional knowledge, and it was very high-end. Who could listen to it?
Then, the whispers from the audience began to spread like a tide from every corner of the auditorium.
At first they were just whispering in low voices, but gradually the volume got out of control.
"Oh my god, what is he talking about? The Book of Heaven?"
"I don't understand it at all. I know every word, but I can't understand them together..."
"I'm not a biology major, so what's the point of him telling me this?"
"I'm a bioengineering major, and I don't understand it either. This is ten times harder than our major courses!"
"Take a quick photo of the PPT, maybe I can show off when I get back..."
Mobile phones are no longer looked at secretly, but are taken out openly.
The light from the screens merged into a faint sea of light. The notification sounds from social software, the faint sound effects of games, and the noise from video playback began to challenge the calm voice coming from the speakers.
Some students began to enter and exit the auditorium frequently, and the sounds of footsteps and doors opening and closing could be heard constantly.
There was even a slight snoring sound around Tang Yuze. When he turned around, he saw that the guy sitting behind him was already snoring.
Tang Yuze noticed that the tall figure at the podium seemed to have become somewhat stiffer. Professor Zhong Qi had less frequently written on the whiteboard, and more often he stood behind the podium, his gaze sweeping across the audience like a hawk.
The calmness in his eyes was being replaced by an increasingly obvious displeasure and chill.
"Oh my god, how long is this going to take? This guy is having so much fun that it's almost killing my phone's battery."
Luo Mingcheng nudged Tang Yuze with his elbow and complained in a low voice.
He yawned loudly as he spoke.
Tang Yuze didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the podium. He could clearly feel the low pressure building up.
This is the inevitable result of a complete failure of communication. The speaker and the audience are like being in two completely isolated worlds.
Finally, when a girl sitting in the front row accidentally pressed the voice button while replying to a WeChat message, a sharp voice of "Hey, where are you?" suddenly rang out throughout the auditorium.
The accumulated contradictions broke out completely.
Professor Zhong Qi's voice suddenly stopped.
He didn't remind or ask like most people would, but simply put down the laser pointer in his hand.
The whole movement was very slow, but it carried a sense of oppression as if a storm was about to come.
He leaned forward slightly with his hands on the podium, and his cold eyes behind his glasses swept across the audience.
The auditorium, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became silent due to his sudden silence.
All those who were playing with their cell phones, dozing off, or whispering to each other stopped what they were doing involuntarily and subconsciously looked towards the podium.
"I'm curious."
After a long time, Zhong Qi slowly opened his mouth. His voice was even colder than before, and every word hit the audience like an icicle.
He paused, as if he was organizing his words, or as if he was trying hard to suppress his anger.
"I'm curious, what exactly are you sitting here and wasting these two hours of your life for? For those three measly credits?"
These words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a slight commotion and murmurs of dissatisfaction among the students below the stage.
Many people showed embarrassment and resentment on their faces as their real concerns were exposed.
“I gave up important academic conferences and adjusted my experimental schedule to stand here in the hope of bringing something truly cutting-edge and thought-provoking to my alma mater and to all of you here.”
His voice suddenly rose, filled with undisguised anger.
"But what I saw was carelessness! People whispering to each other! Phone screens flickering! People coming and going unrestrained! There was even the sound of someone snoring!"
"Is this the quality of students produced by Li Ning University, my alma mater?!"
He almost shouted this sentence, waving his arm violently and pointing to the audience.
"Do you still have the most basic respect for knowledge? Do you still have the most basic courtesy towards the speaker?"
"I thought students admitted to this prestigious university should possess a minimum level of intellectual curiosity and focus. But it seems I expected too much! Most of you don't even deserve the title 'college student'! Your minds are lazy, your spirits barren, and you only care about those insignificant grades and credits! You've failed the school's resources and wasted my time!"
A series of rebukes, like a torrential downpour, poured down mercilessly. The entire auditorium was deathly silent, and the students were stunned by his sudden and comprehensive denial.
Some people lowered their heads in shame, some clenched their fists in defiance, and more people had faces filled with shock and embarrassment.
"Damn...this professor...his scolding was too harsh..."
Luo Mingcheng opened his mouth wide and whispered to Tang Yuze.
Tang Yuze remained silent. He looked at the figure on the podium, who seemed aloof and aloof due to his anger.
This event, which started with credits, ended with a one-sided, fierce scolding that nailed everyone to the pillar of shame.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and a deep, unbridgeable rift.
The lecture obviously could no longer continue.
Professor Zhong Qi stood in the bright halo of the podium, like a cold sculpture that didn't fit in with the surroundings. Between him and the hundreds of students in the audience was not just a chasm of knowledge, but a high wall built of arrogance and disappointment.