I’m Really a Superstar

London.

tidy streets.

old church.

Exotic beauties.

Along the way, the scenery outside the car is unobstructed.

Xiao Wang leaned on the window and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful."

Ha Qiqi narrowed his eyes and said, "It really feels different."

It was also the first time for Zhang Ye to come to the UK, so he was very curious about the local customs here.

Xiao Wang looked at Zhang Ye, "Director Zhang."

"Ah?" Zhang Ye asked.

Xiao Wang asked: "Can Sister Ha and I go out shopping at night?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Aren't you jet-lagged?"

Xiao Wang laughed and said, "I fell asleep all the way on the plane, I can't sleep anymore."

Zhang Ye said: "Let's go for a stroll, it's hard to come here once, anyway, the awards ceremony is tomorrow."

"Alright, thank you Director Zhang!" Xiao Wang was excited.

Ha Qiqi laughed and said, "Shall we go to Oxford Street?"

Xiao Wang clapped his hands: "Great!"

In front, the hotel where we stayed has arrived.

All the people living in it are the invitees of this Nobel Prize Ceremony. The ten-storey hotel has been booked out. In addition to the people from the Nobel Prize jury, there are also ceremony staff, foreign dignitaries and guests, and the rest They are all candidates for this year's Nobel Prize, and they are all people who have made great contributions to the world in related fields. It can be said that elites from all walks of life have gathered together, and the list is terrifyingly luxurious.

car parked.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for them.

Zhang Ye and the others entered the hotel and checked in.

Many people have already moved in, and there are also people who have just arrived and are going through the formalities. They are all foreign faces, and Zhang Ye does not know them.

Ha Qiqi asked, "Which floor are we on?"

After registration, the British female staff member smiled and said, "It's on the seventh floor. That floor is the residence of the Nobel Prize in Literature candidates and their accompanying staff."

Literary Award.

medicine award.

Physics Prize.

mathematics prize.

Economics Prize.

Wait for these award categories, except for the Nobel Peace Prize, which is special and there is no candidate nomination, the rest of the award candidates are stratified according to the award category. This is also deliberately arranged by the organizer. Living on the same floor is also convenient for everyone Exchange and discussion, the original intention of the establishment of the Nobel Prize is exactly the same.

Ha Qiqi nodded, "Okay."

The British beauty raised her hand, "The elevator is over here."

Xiao Wang smiled and said, "Thank you."

"That—" The British beauty staff looked at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye was startled, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

The British beauty glanced left and right at no one, stretched her hand under the table, and took out a book with a big smile, which was the English version of "Gone with the Wind", "Mr. Zhang, can you sign it for me."

Zhang Ye was happy, "Okay."

Take a pen and sign.

This was the first time he had met a foreign fan looking for his autograph. This feeling was indeed different. Zhang Ye could clearly feel his rising international popularity. But when signing, this guy still stubbornly used the Chinese signature, he only has this signature, he does not have an English name.

The British beauty looked very happy, "Thank you, thank you so much."

Zhang Ye said to Ha Qiqi and the others, "Let's go."

Xiao Wang whispered: "You also have foreign fans."

Ha Qiqi laughed and said, "Director Zhang is not the same now as before."

Several people walked to the elevator.

Behind him, several people suddenly caught up.

"open!"

"Wait a moment."

"Slow down."

Looking back, it was Hans, Anna, and Paige. They arrived a little later than Zhang Ye and completed the registration procedures.

They came up with their luggage.

Anna stared at him in surprise, "Are you really the author of Gone with the Wind?"

Zhang Ye smiled, "Yes."

Page stared, "Aren't you a physicist?"

Zhang Ye said cheerfully, "I also know a little about physics."

"Do you know a little bit?" Hans fainted, "You can argue with some of us Nobel Prize candidates in physics, do you know a little bit?"

Hans' student also looked at Zhang Ye foolishly.

They couldn't accept this fact all the way. If you understand a little bit, even if you have a deep understanding of physics, it is impossible to have those debates with them on the plane and after getting off the plane. How about Hans' students? He is also an expert in physics. Although he is a student, he is actually a professor of physics. However, when they were arguing, Hans' students couldn't even get in the words. The limits of knowledge. But what about Zhang Ye? Not only chatted with them, some ideas even gave them some inspiration, how could this be an ordinary physicist!

Such a world authority on physics!

Are you going to engage in literature?

Did you make a mistake!

Hans hated iron for being weak, "Why are you writing novels!"

Zhang Ye was taken aback, "I originally came from a novel writing background."

Anna was stunned, "Huh?"

Page stared round, "You used to write novels too?"

"That's right." Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Otherwise, why would I be competing for the Nobel Prize in Literature?"

Paige looked up.

Anna's legs went limp.

What is this called?

As they chatted, the elevator was delayed.

Suddenly, another group of people came from behind, and some of them recognized Zhang Ye at a glance.

"open!"

"It's you?"

"Zhang! My Chinese friend! Are you here too?"

When Zhang Ye turned around, he was also amused, "John, Steve, are you also candidates? Congratulations, I wouldn't have known if I hadn't seen you."

A British mathematician smiled and said: "I can't compete, I just came to join in the fun."

An American mathematician said with a smile: "Me too, there is no hope for the candidate."

The French mathematician said: "If I can be nominated for a Nobel Prize, I have no regrets. I never thought about winning the prize, but you have hope."

Zhang Ye waved his hand, "Me too."

The British mathematician said: "At least you are bigger than we hope."

The American mathematician said: "However, this year's Nobel Prize in Mathematics is indeed very competitive. There are as many as 28 candidates."

Zhang Ye smiled, knowing that they had misunderstood.

These people were all top foreign mathematicians that Zhang Ye knew when he cracked the world mathematics conjecture. He still knew quite a few people in the field of world mathematics.

The physicist Anna heard it, and said blankly: "Mathematics award? What mathematics award?"

Page was also confused, "Mathematics?"

When they saw these people greeting Zhang Ye before, they thought that these people had known Zhang Ye for a long time, and they should be candidates for the Nobel Prize in Literature. They didn't care at first, but as they listened, they suddenly realized that something was wrong. Why did the word "mathematics" pop up?

Who are you?

Hans' student's pupils shrank at this moment, and he hurriedly whispered to the teacher: "I know the Englishman, he is Professor John, a world-renowned mathematician!"

ah?

Hans heard it.

Anna heard it too.

Is this a bunch of mathematicians?

The British mathematician looked at the physicists and asked strangely, "Hey, aren't you together? Don't you know?"

Hans asked in astonishment, "Know what?"

The French mathematician smiled and said, "You don't know each other yet? Then let me introduce you. This is Zhang Ye, a top mathematician in the world. We were the ones who participated in the verification of Dale's conjecture. I hope to compete for the Nobel Prize in Mathematics, alas, but he caused too much trouble back then and disappeared for three or four years, otherwise, he actually had hoped to compete for it four years ago."

The American mathematician gloated: "The most important thing is that he gave up a world mathematics award back then, which almost offended everyone in the world mathematics community."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I won't compete for the mathematics award this time."

The British mathematician was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"I am a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature," Zhang Ye said.

Many mathematicians are dumbfounded!

What?

Literary Award?

What kind of literary world are you fighting for! ?

The physicists of Hansi Anna are also in a mess again!

What?

mathematician?

I'm stupid! When did you become a mathematician again! ?