The all-round academic master's girlfriend

Chapter 387 Who said I don’t understand?

The audience couldn't help but burst into laughter.

These words were so hurtful! Not only did they target all students, but they also specifically pointed out that "going to the bathroom" was an excuse and criticized it as a "weak" personality.

The classmate who had just left became the typical representative of what he called an "escapist" and was nailed to the pillar of shame.

The faces of several school leaders have turned from red to blue, and then from blue to white.

The Dean of the Academic Affairs Office almost fainted, regretting his decision to the core.

"This idiot is not done yet, is he?"

Luo Mingcheng was so angry that he almost jumped up, his fists clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound, and he cursed under his breath.

At this moment, Tang Yuze, whose hand was still on the door handle, completely froze.

A surge of hot blood rushed to his head.

anger.

An unprecedented anger, a mixture of the frustration of being wronged, the embarrassment of being publicly humiliated, and the extreme disgust at this unreasonable logic, erupted in his chest like a volcano.

He didn't want to cause trouble, he just wanted to leave quietly.

But this professor actually dared to publicly execute him and even labeled him as a "shirker" and a "weakling"?

Just because he is a genius professor, can he arbitrarily define and trample on the behavior and dignity of an ordinary student?

Tang Yuze's hand was on the door handle, his knuckles turned white from the force, his entire back was straight and trembling slightly.

Reason told him that if he pushed open the door and walked out, everything would be over.

This lecture only requires sign-in before the start, and there is no sign-out process. It is likely that you can still get the credits. There is no need to confront this paranoid genius head-on.

But the emotion, the surging feeling of humiliation and anger, consumed his sanity like wildfire.

Just as the low roar in the audience had not yet completely died down, just as Professor Zhong Qi was about to continue his speech of "regretting that one's talent is not as good as one's", and just as Luo Mingcheng was looking at his back worriedly.

"Wait a moment."

Tang Yuze turned around abruptly.

His movements were so fast and decisive that the corners of his clothes made a sound in the wind.

All eyes, once again, and with doubly astonishment, were focused on him.

The calmness and helplessness on Tang Yuze's face were gone, replaced by a sharpness and determination that came from being angered.

His eyes were like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing the figure on the podium.

The entire auditorium once again fell into an eerie, suspenseful silence.

Professor Zhong Qi obviously did not expect that this escapist would come back, and in such a confrontational manner.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the look behind his glasses showed a hint of scrutiny and more, undisguised contempt, wanting to see this

In the dead silence, Tang Yuze spoke.

"Professor Zhong,"

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear and steady. It carried an unquestionable power and instantly penetrated the huge auditorium.

He paused, his eyes fixed on the stage without averting his gaze:

"Who said I don't understand?"

boom!

This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm (but actually turbulent) lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

"Fuck!"

"what did he say?"

"He said he understood?"

"Is this true? You're just bragging!"

"Awesome! This is a head-on confrontation!"

"Is this guy crazy?"

The audience instantly exploded. The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to have found a breakthrough, and discussions and exclamations rose one after another.

Everyone craned their necks, looking in disbelief at the boy who was standing at the back door, standing tall and straight, daring to look directly into the professor's eyes.

"Tang Yuze...are you crazy?!"

Luo Mingcheng was so shocked that his mouth opened wide, enough for an egg to fit in.

On the podium, the contempt and scrutiny on Professor Zhong Qi's face showed a clear change for the first time.

It was a complex expression that was a mixture of surprise, suspicion, and the instinctive displeasure that came from having his authority challenged.

He obviously didn't expect that an ordinary undergraduate would dare to say such words in such a tone on such an occasion.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned forward, and placed his hands on the podium again, responding in an even colder, more oppressive tone.

"Oh?"

Just one word, but full of doubt and provocation.

"You said... do you understand?"

He deliberately prolonged the tone of the word "understand", as if he was savoring an extremely ridiculous statement.

"So, could you please tell me about the key technical difficulties and data analysis pitfalls I mentioned earlier regarding 'using single-molecule FRET to observe the heterogeneity of the folding pathway of the prion protein PrP under specific mutations'? In other words, what are your insights on the core argument of 'the association between the free energy landscape of folding intermediates and disease susceptibility'?"

Zhong Qi raised a hand and pointed at the dizzyingly complex PPT on the screen behind him, which was covered with formulas and path diagrams.

He looked at Tang Yuze, his eyes full of ferocity.

A series of extremely professional and even somewhat difficult questions were bombarded at Tang Yuze like a machine gun.

These questions are extremely difficult to answer, not to mention undergraduates, but even for graduate students in professional fields, without in-depth research and extensive literature reading.

It would be better to say that no one remembers the long list of things that Zhong Qi said.

Everyone held their breath.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

A confrontation that seemed to have a huge disparity in strength, but was full of infinite possibilities, suddenly unfolded in this auditorium where you could hear a pin drop.

Tang Yuze, an ordinary student who had originally just wanted to leave quietly, was pushed to the brink. His words lit the fuse, and now he had to face the difficult questions posed by the genius professor, which would make even professionals frown.

Can he catch it?

Or is it just a momentary impulse that will eventually make him a bigger laughing stock?

Everyone's eyes were focused on his lips that were about to open.