The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

"Am I seeing things? Terence Tao is coming to watch Season God's ribbon-cutting ceremony?"

"And Wiles! The Wiles who proved Fermat's Last Theorem!"

"I even saw the Mitsui Group! Are these guys here to cause trouble or on a pilgrimage?"

"All I want to say right now is: I'm getting goosebumps!!!"

"Fucheng is going to be on the global headlines this time! No. 99 Middle School is awesome! Ji Shen is awesome!"

"This is insane! The whole world has gone mad! All just to see an 18-year-old boy cut the ribbon!"

"What is prestige? This is prestige! Unprecedented and unparalleled!!"

"I now reasonably suspect that tomorrow's event isn't just about the ribbon-cutting ceremony; these people must have received some inside information and know that Ji Shen is up to something big!"

Stop guessing! See you in the comments at 10 AM the day after tomorrow!

"See you in the comments!"

"Live the legacy of Ji Men!"

"Praise be to the god of the season!"

……

Ninety-nine.

Although school has started its summer vacation, Wang Jianguo is far from idle.

They are even busier than when school is in session.

No, to be precise, he's been busier in the past month than he's been in all of his more than ten years as principal.

They were busy with paperwork, changing the school name, renovating the school gate, contacting stone carving masters, and preparing for the ceremony.

Old Wang's belly had visibly shrunk considerably.

They even poked two extra holes in the belt.

But the energy on his face was even greater than if he had just taken a super tonic.

That evening, Wang Jianguo was sitting in his office, reviewing the guest list for the ceremony on his computer.

The list is quite long, including city leaders, district leaders, education bureau leaders, parent representatives, student representatives, alumni representatives, and more...

"Okay, have you contacted the TV station about adding a few more reporters?"

"We've contacted the principal, and both the municipal and provincial radio stations are coming."

"Okay, just don't mess it up."

Wang Jianguo nodded in satisfaction, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Just then, an email notification popped up in the lower right corner of the computer screen.

Wang Jianguo glanced at it.

It was an email in English.

He frowned.

Wang Jianguo's English level is average; he can get the gist of an email, but he usually just glances at it and closes it.

But today's letter seems a little different.

The title is ridiculously short, only one line long.

He squinted and leaned closer to look.

"Application for Attendance..."

Attendance application?

Wang Jianguo paused for a moment, then opened the email.

The browser automatically popped up a translation function.

Wang Jianguo stared at the screen, reading each word carefully.

Then, he froze completely.

Sender:

Department of Mathematics, Princeton University.

Department of Mathematics, Princeton University.

At the end, a name was written:

Andrew Wiles.

Wiles.

Wiles, who proved Fermat's Last Theorem.

Wang Jianguo's hand trembled, and the teacup almost fell to the ground.

"This...this is Wiles?"

Before he could process it, his email rang again.

The second letter.

Harvard University

Harvard University.

The third letter.

Yale University.

Yale University.

The fourth letter.

Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT)

Wang Jianguo's eyes widened even more.

"MIT? Isn't that the MIT that copied Ji Bai's technology? What are they doing here? Trying to cause trouble?"

Before he could figure it out, the email notification sound started ringing incessantly, like a madman.

The Morgan family!

Mitsui Group!

The Rockefeller family!

DuPont Group!

Technical University of Berlin!

Cavendish Laboratory, University of Cambridge!

ETH Zurich!

Terence Tao!

Edward Witten!

There were several other awards he had never even heard of, but which included the "Nobel Prize" suffix, that Wang Jianguo recognized.

Nobel Prize!

Nobel laureate?

Wang Jianguo leaned back in his chair, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

"What...what are they going to do?"

Old Wang quickly opened the translation software and read through the emails again and again.

"Requesting to attend the ceremony..."

That's right!

These emails are all applications to attend the ceremony three days later.

Wang Jianguo felt that his brain wasn't working properly.

A high school's opening ceremony.

A Nobel laureate has arrived!

A century-old Wall Street conglomerate has arrived!

We've arrived at a university ranked among the top ten in the world!

What kind of prestige is this?

Even Peking University's centennial celebration might not be able to put together this lineup, right?

Wang Jianguo's heart rate jumped from 60 beats per minute to 160 beats per minute.

"My goodness..."

Old Wang stood up, holding onto the table, walked around the office three times, then sat back down at the computer and reread the emails.

That's right!

It's not a hallucination!

Not a dream!

it is true!

Wang Jianguo looked up at the ceiling and suddenly laughed.

"ha!"

"Ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

He laughed until tears streamed down his face.

Choosing to stay at the university was absolutely the right decision!

The decision to rename the school was nothing short of a stroke of genius!

The wisest decision he ever made was changing "No. 99 Middle School" to "Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated Senior High School"!

One name brought global attention.

A name has built a century-old legacy.

If this were ancient times, Wang Jianguo would be the one who built a shrine for the hometown of the founding emperor!

"It was worth it! It was worth it! My life, Old Wang's life, was worth it!"

Wang Jianguo paced back and forth in his office like a spinning top that had been let loose.

But as he was spinning around, he suddenly stopped.

This is not something he can decide.

Wang Jianguo took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, Director Li! It's me, Wang Jianguo! Something terrible has happened!"

"It's the Morgan Group! The Mitsui Group! And several Nobel laureates! They're all coming to our school for the ceremony!"

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, a very agitated voice came through:

"What did you say???"

Director Li of the district education bureau was stunned for a full half minute.

"Old Wang, are you sure this isn't a scam email?"

"At first, I also thought it was a scam, but the email suffix, signature, and contact information all matched! And Professor Wiles sent it through Princeton's official email address!"

"This...this..."

Director Li paced back and forth in his office, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Copy this email to me, and I'll report it to the city immediately!"

The news reached the city.

Prefect Liu was holding a coordination meeting regarding the superconducting industrial park when his secretary pushed open the door, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a few words.

Prefect Liu was taken aback at first, then his expression changed drastically.

"really?"

"Confirmed, the email is authentic."

In the conference room, everyone saw that Prefect Liu's lips gradually curled up.

"Okay! Okay!"

He put down the documents in his hand, his eyes shining: "This is great news! Incredibly great news! Fucheng is going to become famous! The whole world will be watching Fucheng!"

"Get me on the phone with the provincial governor!"