Unlocking The Black Technology System/C4 He Is a Professor!
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C4 He Is a Professor!

"Teacher, you've arrived! Come on up, quick!"

Lu Ming, who had been in the midst of speaking, abruptly halted and called out to the familiar figure approaching, his excitement unmistakable.

The audience, who had been attentively listening to Lu Ming, snapped to attention and turned to look toward the back of the auditorium.

There, they saw a slender figure, still munching on a bun, with a water bottle tucked under his arm, walking slowly towards them with a smile.

What baffled them was this person's attire...

To attend such a formal event in a shirt so tattered that his skin peeked through the holes was incomprehensible.

And even more perplexing, this individual was leading a visibly distressed little girl by the hand.

Who was this man?

Showing up to a ceremony so casually, flaunting his presence with a young girl in tow?

Such an image was unheard of.

And what had Senior Brother Lu Ming just called him?

Teacher?

Could Dinghai University, an institution known for its emphasis on image, really have such a teacher?

How old could he be?

He appeared to be in his twenties, hardly older than Senior Brother Lu Ming, right?

Preposterous!

The ceremony was abuzz with confusion, and whispers filled the air in no time.

Xu Wenn, however, seemed completely unfazed.

With a firm grip on Lulu's hand, he strode confidently toward the stage.

Onstage, Principal Ni Zhongwen's face darkened. Xu Wenn was known for his casual attire, but that was on a normal day.

Today was the freshmen's opening ceremony at Dinghai University, and this young man's lack of decorum was too much.

Reaching the stage, Xu Wenn nonchalantly grabbed a chair and placed it next to Lu Ming, then gently seated Lulu on it.

Throughout the ordeal, Lulu looked utterly bewildered.

She had been through so much that day, the overload of information had her mind reeling!

"Wow! The host has taken the stage!"

"Damn! He's actually sitting with the school officials!"

"My mom's asking why I'm watching the live stream on my knees!"

"Honey! Honey! Keep that host away from my man!"

"This is madness, sheer madness! The world has gone insane!"

"Holy smokes! Mark the moment, Huo Tie Liu Ming!"

Inside the live broadcast room, the netizens could no longer keep their cool as a barrage of comments flooded the screen.

"Did you all catch that? Lulu only got on stage thanks to that guy!"

"Did you hear that? Your heartthrob, Lu Ming, just called him 'teacher'!"

"Right, right, I heard it too!"

"He's definitely a VIP!"

Moments later, the netizens, having regained their composure, began to buzz about Xu Wenn once more.

Xu Wenn's entrance not only left the new students in the auditorium in awe, but it also created a palpable sense of excitement among the viewers online.

It was obvious to anyone that only someone extraordinary could confidently stride onto the stage of Dinghai University's auditorium!

"Teacher, about that question I asked you last time..."

Upon seeing Xu Wenn approach the lectern, Lu Ming quickly vacated the spot reserved for the main guest and respectfully stood aside, assuming the posture of a dutiful disciple. His tone, however, betrayed a sense of urgency.

"Cough, cough..."

Xu Wenn shot Lu Ming a reassuring glance, then cleared his throat before placing his water bottle on the lectern and lifting the microphone.

"Fellow Huaqing students, my name is Xu Wenn, and I am a teacher in the Aerospace department at Dinghai University."

Xu Wenn's introduction resonated throughout the room.

"What?"

"Aerospace?"

"Isn't that the top-tier department?"

"Am I hearing this right?"

Rumor had it that Dinghai University's Aerospace department wasn't just any program you could enroll in by merely surpassing a score threshold. Beyond the grades, there were a slew of other outrageous requirements, including a review of the students' backgrounds.

This department was the incubator for the future leaders of Great Zhou Country.

While other departments might produce talent for specific fields or industries, this one guaranteed a place in the annals of Great Zhou's history!

Lu Ming was a prime example!

And the man before them, in tattered clothes, was a teacher from this prestigious department?

It was beyond belief!

"I was supposed to look sharp today! But, as you can see, my fashion statement was compromised by this young lady here..."

Xu Wenn gestured to the tear in his clothing as he spoke.

At his words, Lulu, who had been sitting up straight, turned beet red with embarrassment and instinctively shrank into herself, prompting a wave of laughter from the students below.

"Total social suicide right there!"

"We're witnessing a public execution, folks!"

"Man, this dude is hilarious!"

"You're so naughty, and I'm totally into it..."

Lulu's livestream room burst into a vibrant buzz of excitement.

They all seemed to revel in watching their favorite streamer embarrass himself.

"I just did a little digging, and Dinghai University's Aerospace Department really does have a teacher named Xu Wenn!"

"Any guesses on how old Mr. Xu Wen is?"

In the chat, a user named "Happy Monster" sent a barrage of messages.

"@HappyMonster, quit the suspense and spill it already!!"

"@HappyMonster, I've got a friend whose grass on the grave is already ten feet high because they never finished their story!"

"@HappyMonster, where you at, bro? I wanna come over and pay my respects in person!"

Seeing a flood of mentions, Happy Monster couldn't keep up the act any longer and quickly tapped away at the screen.

"Guys, Mr. Xu is only 25 years old! And get this—he's a professor!"

"Holy cow! He's a professor?"

"Wait, a 25-year-old professor?"

"Holy smokes! That's insane!"

"Wow, I'm genuflecting over here. Respect!"

"No wonder Senior Brother Lu Ming holds him in such high regard!"

Happy Monster was thrilled to have successfully shifted the conversation in the livestream. But he wasn't done yet.

"There's more. I looked up the professor's CV, and in 2005, he secured 10 personal patents for inventions. He's snagged gold medals in the International Math Olympiad, Physics Olympiad, Chemistry Olympiad, and the national Huaqing Mathematics Competition..."

Happy Monster, not feeling the shock value was sufficient, continued to reel off Xu Wenn's achievements.

"Mind blown! This could shock my mom for a whole year!"

"Legend! Absolute legend!"

"Ah, to think of the days I've just been filling space on this earth..."

The chat was a mix of awe and high spirits.

"This chat is full of talent, and everyone's so eloquent. I'm seriously loving it here!"

"But wait, there's more..."

The ever-cheerful users kept on unearthing more about Xu Wenn.

"From what I've found, Prof. Xu Wen has been battling a congenital immune disease since childhood. That means he's been enduring the agony of his condition every day, with no cure in sight, and his life could be at risk at any moment!"

"What?!"

"The heavens envy the gifted?"

"Why? Why hasn't such a pillar of our nation received the best care?"

"I'd trade my 20 years of being single if it meant Professor Xu Wen could live a long and healthy life!"

"..."

Xu Wen's lack of recognition wasn't due to a lack of merit; rather, Dinghai University had been discreetly safeguarding his privacy and had refrained from promoting him widely. Now, Happy Monster had brought him into the limelight.

Clearly, Xu Wen's dazzling credentials had thoroughly captivated everyone in the live stream.

Upon learning of Xu Wen's health issues, a wave of outrage and a sense of injustice swept through the viewers in the live stream. A mix of emotions swirled within them.

Despite their varied conduct online, their love for Great Zhou was undeniable. The plight of such a national treasure gradually silenced them.

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