dkrc Chapter 22 Brother, you're famous now, you'll have to wait in line to ask for a ride.
Chapter 22 Brother, you're famous now, you'll have to wait in line to ask for a ride.
The spotlight was scorching, enveloping him in a dazzling halo.
He took the heavy crystal trophy from the host; it was icy cold to the touch.
"Lu Feng, is there anything you'd like to say to everyone?" The host handed over the microphone, his face showing professional excitement.
Lu Feng held the trophy, glanced around at the students waving their arms wildly in the stands, and finally fixed his gaze on the direction where Li Hongde and Zhou Mingyuan were.
"Thank you to my advisor, Professor Li Hongde, thank you to my senior classmates, and thank you to my roommates." He paused for a moment, then added.
After speaking, he bowed to the audience and turned to walk off the stage decisively.
Everyone was expecting a passionate speech from Lu Feng, but this is what happened?
There was no lengthy acceptance speech, no exciting grand pronouncements; it was so simple that it surprised everyone.
The noise inside the stadium was shut out by the heavy fire doors, and the world instantly became quiet.
Lu Feng leaned against the cold wall, took out his phone from his pocket, found that familiar number, and dialed it.
The phone was answered after three rings, and a mother's slightly worried question came through the receiver.
"Xiao Feng? Why are you calling at this hour? Is something wrong?"
"Mom, it's nothing." Lu Feng smiled, and hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, the turmoil in his heart caused by the competition completely subsided. "I just wanted to tell you and Dad something."
"I participated in the school competition today and won first place. I got a prize of five thousand yuan."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
A few seconds later, his mother asked in disbelief, "How...how much?"
"Five thousand," Lu Feng repeated. "Also, I joined the professor's research group before, and the professor said he would give me a stipend of six hundred a month."
This caused an uproar on the other end of the phone.
Lu Feng could even hear his father's booming voice as he snatched the phone from the side: "Really? My son's become so successful?!"
"Really." Lu Feng leaned against the wall, listening to his parents' incoherent excitement and pride on the other end of the line, his chest filled with a warm emotion.
This is what he most wants to grasp in this second life.
"...Eat well at school, don't be stingy with money, and tell your family if you don't have enough..."
"Okay, Mom."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng stood in the stairwell for a while before pushing open the door, stepping back into the noisy area, and walking towards the dormitory.
When I pushed open the dormitory door, an eerie silence enveloped me.
Zhang Wei and his other roommates sat in a semi-circle on the open ground in the center of the dormitory, all turning their heads to look at him.
"Oh, you're back?" Zhang Wei stood up with a forced smile, cracking his knuckles.
"Brothers, he's back!" He waved his hand, exuding the air of a mafia boss. "Keep the door closed, and shut the windows!"
"Don't let him get away."
My roommate added quietly.
"This is the fifth floor; he can't jump down."
Lu Feng raised an eyebrow and casually placed the trophy on the desk.
"What's going on here? Holding a denunciation meeting?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wei's fierce demeanor instantly collapsed. He rushed forward and grabbed Lu Feng's arm, almost hanging on him.
"Big brother! My dear brother!" Zhang Wei's voice was choked with sobs, filled with a humble plea, "Please, just lend me your mecha for two days! Just two days!"
"Damn, that's awesome!"
His sudden change of expression left his roommates, who were ready to play along, completely dumbfounded.
One of my roommates didn't react in time and stood there dumbfounded.
Another hot-tempered guy kicked Zhang Wei in the butt, pushing him away from Lu Feng.
"Screw you! What happened to coercion and bribery?! You just surrendered like that?"
"Damn it, radicals versus conservatives, you ultimately chose the surrender faction?"
"Get out of the way! You have to wait in line to ask for help! Go to the back!"
Zhang Wei stumbled from the kick, but he wasn't angry. He got up and tried to get closer to Lu Feng again.
"This is called a tactical plea! You guys don't know anything about it!"
The dormitory instantly descended into chaos. Three people were wrestling together, while the remaining two surrounded Lu Feng, one massaging his legs and the other his shoulders, muttering, "Brother Lu, you've worked hard."
Lu Feng was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by this group of clowns.
After making a ruckus for a while, the group finally calmed down, slumped in their chairs, and gasped for breath.
"Alright, stop thinking about it." Lu Feng pulled out his chair and sat down. "That outfit was made to my size; you guys won't be able to fit into it."
"Besides, it's just a prop, all show and no substance, it's useless."
This was obviously a lie, but it was also the most effective explanation.
Only I can wear my mech.
Zhang Wei looked utterly hopeless.
"My dream of becoming a hero is shattered."
Lu Feng ignored him, opened his laptop, and prepared to work through the last part of the multi-scale perturbation method drawing while his brain was still hot.
Just as I opened the document, Zhang Wei's head popped up from the side again.
"Old Lu, stop researching! Look, you're trending on Weibo!"
"Huh?" Lu Feng was taken aback.
Zhang Wei shoved his phone right in front of him.
On the screen is a Weibo post reposted by a verified marketing account. The original post was from a user with the ID "Member of the HKU Photography Association".
The title is shocking.
#Real-life Iron Man! A genius teenager at Hong Kong University handcrafts an exoskeleton suit!#
Below is a three-minute high-definition video, which shows the entire process of his demonstration on stage today. The camera angle is excellent, capturing every detail clearly.
The number of reposts has exceeded 10,000, and there are several thousand comments.
Lu Feng opened the comment section.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Is this real? Or is it special effects?!"
"Hey upstairs, I'm from HKU, and I was here today! I can vouch for it, it's fucking real! Seeing it in person is a hundred times more amazing than watching the videos!"
"I hereby declare that Tony Stark now has a Chinese branch!"
"Other universities are building mechs, my university... is checking dorm rooms."
The comments were mostly positive, but soon voices of doubt and ridicule also emerged.
"It looks fake at first glance. Judging by the plastic texture, it must have been a prop bought on Taobao."
"Hilarious! A weapon system? What about the recoil? Even I, a liberal arts student, know about the conservation of energy. His arm didn't move at all when he fired. Does that make sense in physics? It's obviously a pre-arranged light show."
"It's just hype. These universities will do anything to recruit students these days. They'll find a student to put on a show and fool laymen."
"Multi-scale perturbation method? A freshman? Does he even know how many ways there are to write partial differential equations? Don't make me laugh."