Scholar's Advanced Technological System

Chapter 1559: Alumni

The campus of Columbia University.

All kinds of people walked along the paths on the lawn, and the ancient buildings showed a sense of age.

Since the "disaster" a few days ago, the pause button was pressed for the lives of countless people. The whole of New York City was not very peaceful. However, the turmoil did not seem to have affected this campus. The students still attended classes.

After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who was on a flight from the North American Alliance, planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but he then came here on a whim.

He had been here for a month and received the title of Honorary Professor during this month.

He also learned later that Columbia University had reserved the title for him for a century, just like how Jin Ling University commemorated him.

Also, in front of the bronze statue of The Thinker, a landmark of Columbia University, stood a bronze statue that was later put up.

The statue was a young man. With his hands behind his back and his eyes fixed on the bronze statue of The Thinker, the young man was immersed in the world of thinking.

That bronze statue was none other than Lu Zhou himself.

As Lu Zhou looked at the bronze statue in front of him, a trace of nostalgia floated in Lu Zhou's eyes.

"They actually erected a statue for me…"

Back when he was at Columbia University, he stood there in front of The Thinker, and under the inspiration of a fleeting moment, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", relying on it to win the Hoffman Prize and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

It just happened that a person took a picture of him standing with the bronze statue of The Thinker.

"Through the eyes of the bronze statue, a mortal was able to see the universe."

At first, this was a tweet from a PhD in philosophy, but after a century, this unscrupulous joke was engraved on the base of the statue.

"Sir, this is a historical relic, could you not touch it with your hands?"

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Lu Zhou, who was touching the inscription with his index finger, was slightly stunned. He then smiled and put his hand back.

"Historical relic? Sorry, I just couldn't help it."

I can't touch this?

An annoyed expression appeared on the student's face, but at this moment, when his gaze fell on Lu Zhou's face, he was dumbfounded.

"Y-you are Lu Zhou?!"

Lu Zhou joked kindly, "In the flesh."

"But… why are you here?"

"Just revisiting an old place, because I don't know if I have a chance to come again in the future." Lu Zhou smiled and said while looking at the student whose face was full of distrust, "Let me stay here for a while, I will leave in a bit."

…

After leaving Columbia University, Lu Zhou took his little companion, Ling, on the train to Princeton. They went straight to the door of Princeton.

"Commander."

"What?"

"Why are you interested in some stones?"

"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou said with a light smile, "You misunderstood. I am not interested in these buildings. I just miss those days in the past."

Ling tilted his head, as if he didn't quite understand what Lu Zhou was saying.

However, Lu Zhou did not give any further explanation.

Looking at the Firestone Library right in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face to the side slightly and said to Ling, "Wait for me here. Don't move; I will be back soon."

Ling's pupils flickered slightly. He nodded.

"Yes, Commander."

Stepping into the Firestone Library, Lu Zhou noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf and sorting the books.

For a moment, he felt that the old man had such a familiar face. The only difference was that the messy nightgown had been replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.

Perhaps he noticed Lu Zhou's stare, for the old man who had finished sorting the bookshelf suddenly turned his head and looked at him. An unexpected expression appeared on his face immediately.

Obviously, he recognized him.

"Oh, you're here?"

"Um… you know me?"

"Are you kidding? How many people in this world don't know you?" The old man smiled. With trembling legs, he walked behind the front desk of the library. He then pulled up a chair and sat down before saying, "My grandpa always told me that someone would come here in the future and take away his notes, so I must keep it for him."

When he heard these words, Lu Zhou was surprised. He smiled and said, "I will not take anything away. Those notes are the same, regardless of where they are stored… But I feel that your grandpa might be a wizard."

"Perhaps. I also think that old guy was always weird, but who knows? Anyway, I was at his funeral, and I watched him go into the ground with my own eyes." The elderly librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take your notes, is there any way I can help you?"

Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate something that happened a century ago."

"Archaeology? I didn't expect you to be interested in archaeology." The old man said with a smile, "What do you want? As long as it's in this library, I will probably be able to find it for you."

Lu Zhou: "It's the alumni blog written by the Ivy League Club in Princeton, about a man named David Lawrence… He probably graduated in the 2020s."

Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing learned from the San Francisco police that he had broken into the house of David Lawrence.

When Lu Zhou heard this name, memories of the past suddenly came to Lu Zhou's mind.

He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the Department of History was his first friend at Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy Club and helped him settle into the campus life in Princeton.

At the same time, Lu Zhou also knew that his other identity was the heir of the Boston Financial Group.

He didn't expect this old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident, was actually the master behind the conspiracy that spanned a century.

Although the intelligence crisis had been resolved, Lu Zhou still wanted to know what caused him to go astray.

As the undisputed most elite club of Princeton University, the Ivy Club had a long history of accepting material donations from alumni, as well as personal autobiography donated by them. These autobiographies, as well as the oral narrations of related people, were part of the alumni records of former club members.

Since most of the people who could join this club were top elites in certain fields, the alumni records were even more exciting than some historical writings.

"Alumni?" The old man raised his eyebrows with a hint of surprise. "Why would you be interested in that kind of stuff… But okay, I'll look for it."

Due to the large number of alumni and the various types, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time before he found Lawrence's alumni record.

Back at the front desk of the library, the old man put two books on the table.

"This one belongs to Lawrence… Surprisingly, I also found yours."

"Mine?" After being stunned temporarily, Lu Zhou frowned slightly and said, "I don't remember… leaving an autobiography or something here."

"The alumni blog is not necessarily autobiographies. As long as someone is willing to devote time and energy to this, they can always use their own memories to write biographies." The old man smiled and said, "These things are just for entertainment. They are not necessarily true, and many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, it's not serious history."

"I see…"

Hearing these words, Lu Zhou felt calmer.

His student Hardy probably wrote the alumni blog for him.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who had originally planned to read this alumni blog, couldn't help but hesitate.

That guy loved to brag, and he would always make reference to Professor Lu.

Lu Zhou was a little uncertain. If he opened this alumni blog, he might be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself.

However, curiosity finally overcame reasoning. Under the eyes of the old man, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.

When he saw the author's signature, he was stunned.

[—Vera Pulyuy]