pjbooks Chapter 89 Then what are you still doing standing here?
Chapter 89 Then what are you still doing standing here?
The next day. Palo Alto.
The news spread faster than Lin Dong had anticipated.
At eight o'clock in the morning, as soon as he turned on his phone, Anderson's text messages flooded his inbox.
First item: Lin! You're in the school magazine!
Article 2: [Image] Stanford Daily front page – "Mysterious teenager defeats RF PhD in two minutes"
Article 3: The student union group chat has exploded; everyone's asking who you are.
Lin Dong read through each item one by one and put down his phone.
He walked to the window and looked out at the Palm Avenue.
The sun is shining brightly.
Students rode by in twos and threes on their bicycles, just like yesterday.
But he knew that something had changed.
Stanford Institute of Technology, Dean's Office.
Dean Robert Brown put down the Stanford Daily, looked up, and looked at the people opposite him.
The sofa was filled with Vice Dean James Carter, Head of the Department of Electrical Engineering Richard Zhang, and several professors from related disciplines.
"Can someone explain to me who this young man is?" Dean Brown pointed to the profile photo in the newspaper.
Richard Zhang cleared his throat.
"Dean, his name is Lin Dong. He's from Shenzhen, China. Yesterday at the Summer Science and Technology Week, he..." He paused, "...beat Mark."
"Mark? Our Mark?"
"Yes."
Dean Brown was silent for a few seconds.
"I remember Mark was one of our top PhD students in the field of radio frequency."
"Yes."
"So, what's the background of this Lin Dong?" Dean Brown looked at the photo.
Richard Zhang placed a printed document on the table.
"We checked. Lin Dong is 18 years old and from Shantou, Guangdong, China. He just took the college entrance examination this year and applied to Shenzhen University as his first choice."
He paused.
"His score exceeded Shenzhen University's admission line by nearly 100 points."
"So," Dean Brown began slowly, "he hasn't officially enrolled yet?"
"Yes. Strictly speaking, he is not a student at any university yet."
Dean Brown and James Carter exchanged a glance.
James Carter leaned forward.
"Dean, I have an idea."
"explain."
"Tomorrow is Steve Jobs' speech. As is customary, there will be a student representative speech session after the speech."
He paused for a moment, then said, "We can invite Lin Dong."
"Invite him?"
"Yes. Let him go up on stage and speak for a few minutes. He can talk about anything—his design ideas, his understanding of technology, or whatever."
Dean Brown frowned.
"What's the reason?"
James Carter smiled.
"The reason is this: a Chinese teenager who hasn't even gone to university yet defeated our top doctoral students on our campus. The media loves this kind of story, students love it, the whole world loves it."
He paused.
"and--"
He lowered his voice.
He is not a formal student at Shenzhen University yet.
The office fell silent for a moment.
The professors looked at each other.
Richard Zhang coughed lightly.
"Does Vice Dean Carter mean... we can take this opportunity to win him over?"
James Carter nodded.
"Full scholarship. Top-notch mentor. Lab resources. Even—if he needs it, we can help arrange accommodation for his parents."
He said, "Stanford has enough leverage."
Dean Brown was silent for a few seconds.
Then he looked at Richard Zhang.
What do you think?
Richard Zhang thought for a moment.
"We saw this young man's skill level yesterday."
He said, "Mark lost fair and square. A guy like that would be a star at any school he goes to."
He paused.
"If we could keep him at Stanford—"
He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.
Dean Brown nodded.
"Then let's ask him what he's willing to do first," he said. "Don't be too forceful. People this age will only run away if you push them too hard."
James Carter stood up.
"I'll make this call myself."
At the same time, on the other side of the earth.
At Shenzhen University, the door to the president's office was suddenly pushed open.
Chen Guo, the director of the admissions office, practically stormed in, holding a printed webpage in his hand, his face flushed red.
"Principal! Principal!"
Principal Wang Jian was holding a teacup and reading documents when he was startled by the noise.
"What's wrong? Tell me slowly."
Chen Guo slammed the paper on the table.
"Our school is famous!"
Wang Jian glanced down at the paper.
It's a translation of an English news report, with a very eye-catching title—
[Shocking! Stanford PhD student suffers crushing defeat! The one who beat him was a prospective freshman from Shenzhen University in China]
Wang Jian was stunned.
He raised his head and looked at Chen Guo.
"What... what's going on?"
Chen Guo took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice.
"Principal, this student's name is Lin Dong. He just took the college entrance examination this year and listed our school as his first choice."
He pointed to the paper and said, "Yesterday, at Stanford's Technology Week, he competed against a PhD student named Mark—designing some kind of LNA, which I don't really understand—and he won."
"You won?"
"We won. And we won beautifully."
Chen Guo's voice became excited again, "Look here—'Design completed in two minutes,' 'Even full marks aren't enough,' 'Stanford PhD is convinced'—"
Wang Jian stared at the paper for a long time.
Then he looked up.
"Is this Lin Dong a formal student at our school?"
Chen Guo was taken aback.
"Uh... not yet. The admissions process has just begun, and his file is still under review—"
"Not officially admitted yet?!"
Wang Jian stood up.
Chen Guo was startled by his reaction.
"Yes...yes, not yet—"
"Then what are you still doing standing here?!"
Wang Jian pointed to the doorway.
"Hurry up! Right now! Do it for me right now!"
Chen Guo was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.
"Yes! I'll take care of it right away!"
He turned and ran outside.
"etc!"
Wang Jian called him back.
Chen Guo turned around.
Wang Jian looked at him.
"Once it's done, contact the student and their parents immediately."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Tell him that Shenzhen University welcomes him. The best major, the best mentor, the best dormitory—if that's not enough, we can arrange something special for him."
He paused, then added.
"Tell him that if his parents want to come, the school can arrange accommodation."
Chen Guo nodded.
"clear!"
He ran out.
Wang Jian sat back down in his chair and glanced at the paper again.
He suddenly smiled.
What a promising talent!
They haven't even enrolled yet, and they're already giving the school such a big face.
Palo Alto, hotel room.
Lin Dong's phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID—an unknown number, a local number in the United States.
He answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Lin Dong? I am James Carter, Associate Dean of the College of Engineering at Stanford University."