Chapter 527: Zhang 249: The Troublemaker Arrives (6.4K)_2

Thinking back now...

Could there be some connection between this question and the reason for Tian Hao’s appearance here?

Vaguely.

This feeling of almost breaking through reminded Xu Yun of the Fragmentation Skill he learned in his previous life from the famous fragment master, Pei Tugou.

Seeing how readers reacted to his fragments at the time, perhaps most of them felt just as restless as he did now?

Then Tian Hao simply mentioned that he was a descendant of merchants, and hurried back to his seat.

Perhaps because the First Opium War had not yet erupted in those years.

Tian Hao’s long robe and braid were strange, but the other students’ faces didn’t show much disdain as ’the Sick Man of East Asia’ might suggest.

Mostly they were curious and inquisitive, which wasn’t friendly, but it wasn’t overtly mocking either.

Then William Whewell called a few more students’ names in succession.

Ten minutes later.

As he routinely scanned the list, his hand paused noticeably.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said:

"Fellow students, I presume you have all heard about one thing in the few days since you arrived."

"That is, someone has completely donated a letter that Sir Newton once sent to Mr. Feiyu to the University of Cambridge!"

"178 years later, two letters that changed the course of human history have finally come together again."

"And the next international student we are going to welcome is the generous donor, who is also a descendant of Mr. Feiyu..."

"From Huaxia..."

"Luo Feng!"

Buzz——

As the name Luo Feng was announced, the buzz of discussion on the scene reached the highest point since the start of the ceremony.

Even Prince Albert, Faraday, and others in the first row turned their heads to curiously glance back.

After all, Xu Yun was indeed too special.

On one hand.

He was a counterfeit who came in through the back door, unable even to provide certificates of completion for middle or even elementary education.

In the mouths of many, Xu Yun had already become synonymous with "shameless".

But on the other hand.

His ancestor was the mysterious descendant of Fat Fish.

Students who are well-versed in "Water Margin" should have heard of a character:

Wang Jin.

He was the Chief Instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards, skilled in martial arts, and held a post higher than Lin Chong, he was a Chief Instructor.

Later framed by Gao Qiu, he taught Shi Jin, who was above the benchmark of the Heavenly Spirits Star, during his six-month exile, then disappeared in the main story.

Thus, in later generations within the Water Margin circle, discussions about this person’s abilities varied, his limits fluctuating between Bai Sheng and Thanos.

In a way.

Li Feiyu, often misunderstood as ’Fat Fish’ by Little Niu, is like a Wang Jin with his reputation magnified a hundredfold.

He had twice exerted a huge influence on Little Niu’s life, solving any difficult problem with ease in his hands.

The famous mathematician Leonhard Euler once commented on Fat Fish:

"Fat Fish is like a ghost capable of traversing time and space, descending with knowledge not belonging to this era to open a door for humanity, then vanishing without a trace, leaving only a pair of shoes as a testament to his profound friendship with Sir Newton."

Therefore, how could someone like Xu Yun, a ’counterfeit’ descendant of ’Fat Fish’, not attract attention?

Under the gaze of various eyes.

Xu Yun slowly stood up, his expression calm.

Kidding.

In his previous life, he had been urged by tens of thousands of readers day and night, including influential sponsors who rewarded the Alliance Leader, yet he had managed to prove himself by updating explosively all the way, earning a reputation for daily updates of thirty thousand.

A mere few hundred people don’t warrant any concern.

Then he came to the podium and shook hands with William Whewell.

Nodded in acknowledgment to Faraday and others in the audience.

Then coughed lightly and began to speak:

"Ladies and gentlemen, Hideyoshi, hello to you all."

"I am Luo Feng from Huaxia mainland, 24 years old this year, now studying in the Trinity College mathematics department, and it is an honor to study with you at this temple of knowledge at the University of Cambridge."

"Although I am a descendant of Mr. Feiyu, I am quite ordinary in every aspect with no particular skills——except perhaps in cooking."

"If anyone wants to taste Huaxia cuisine, you are welcome to come to my dorm anytime."

"In summary."

"I look forward to everyone’s guidance in the next four years."

As Xu Yun finished speaking, a sparse applause sounded from below.

At a glance, among the hundreds of people, those who applauded were few in number.

Besides a few professors in the first row giving a few lukewarm claps, only the applause of people like Wheat and Aveline stood out.

Xu Yun didn’t mind this, as he had anticipated such a situation.

However, what slightly surprised him was.

That Tian Hao and Max Christian Friedrich Bruch——the future composer, were also clapping at this moment.

Influenced by Max Christian Friedrich Bruch’s popularity, a few students around him also clapped out of courtesy, making that area the one with the loudest applause for a while.

After the sparse applause subsided.

Xu Yun paused and continued:

"As we all know, the 19th century is the century of natural science."

"I believe most of us here will make significant contributions for ourselves, our nations, and humanity in the future."

"And so, I want to share a poem from a poet in Huaxia history with you, and with the British Empire."