Explaining this thoroughly would at least take until deep into the night.
He had to drag the big-shots through the material until they were worn down, so he could finally be free.
Even if the big-shots could last, he could use the excuse that he couldn't endure any longer and promptly rest.
There was no choice; he couldn't afford to offend these big-shots, nor could he show weakness in front of those who could decide his fate, appearing incompetent, so he had no option but to tough it out.
He had been hoping to find someone else to help explain this material to the senior academicians.
Unfortunately, everyone else was also busy explaining similar content to other big-shots.
Just now, Sun Xiaochun checked their work group chat and saw that several people were already getting scolded in the virtual meeting room for not understanding Qiao's proof process...
Okay, actually, Sun Xiaochun could understand the anxiety of these big-shots.
CERN had almost confirmed that the equations given by the Quantum Implicative Model could indeed find the existence of Containment Gravitons. The base models might have to undergo major revisions in the future, and the specific proof process was already laid out before everyone, yet it was still not very clear.
This only meant that Qiao Ze was too quick, so fast that others simply couldn't keep up.
But what Sun Xiaochun wanted to complain about was that it wasn't their problem.
The academicians should have directly asked Qiao Ze to explain, why bother them?
So, deep into the night, after explaining the existence proof process of smooth parametrizations of curves to several senior academicians, and seeing that they seemed quite satisfied, he mustered his courage and said, "Um, teachers, how about we call it a day? Tomorrow morning..."
"Hey... you're so young, and you already want to sleep this early? Look at the time, it's just after midnight, isn't it? Sun, that's not good. When I was your age, staying up for several days and nights doing research was too common."
"Ahem, no, Academician Zhou, that's not it. Usually, that would be fine, but there's a group meeting tomorrow morning, and Qiao might attend. Oh right, why don't you teachers just ask Qiao directly to explain these things?"
The moment he asked that question, Sun Xiaochun regretted it.
The faces of six big-shot academicians instantly turned sour.
The ones with fiery tempers even erupted...
"What else could it be? Isn't it all thanks to XXX, and their incredibly stupid operations that have led to this mess? Talking about explanation, we can't even get through on the phone now! Xu Dajiang has become arrogant now, not giving us old folks any face. His skill at playing tai chi has greatly improved; if you didn't know him, you'd think he was a diplomat!"
"Exactly, it's made us too scared to even visit! If we did and were turned away, where would we put our old faces?"
Those few words set off a powder keg...
Though the temperature was not high, the harsh words from the big-shot academicians made Sun Xiaochun feel cold sweat soaking through his undershirt.
Was this something he, a junior professor, was supposed to hear?
Finally, someone came to their senses: "Hey, that's right, Sun, didn't you just say Qiao Ze might attend tomorrow morning's group meeting? How about this, you ask Qiao Ze if he can hold a seminar on this paper. Wherever he holds it is fine, just let him explain his thought process in detail to everyone."
Before Sun Xiaochun could refuse, the virtual meeting software suddenly went quiet.
Six pairs of hopeful eyes, heavy with pressure, focused on him.
Sun Xiaochun instantly wanted to slap himself...
It seemed that the academic community did indeed need someone to swiftly unveil the mysterious veil of Qiao Ze's theory, but why on earth should that responsibility fall on him, a virtually invisible professor?