"Ah?"
Looking at Edward Witten's serious expression, Yang Xuanqing realized he hadn't misheard; they genuinely didn't plan on nominating Qiao Ze. He couldn't help but ask subconsciously, "This... why not?"
Edward Witten shrugged and said, "You have no idea how proud Qiao Ze is. His exact words were, 'I don't need a Nobel Prize to prove anything. On the contrary, the Nobel Committee needs me to prove the credibility of the Nobel Prize.' That was his response when someone asked him if he would appear at next year's Nobel award ceremony if he won this year's Nobel Prize in Physics."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xuanqing also laughed, laughed so hard he couldn't close his mouth, and then said, "Professor Witten, I heard a piece of gossip, although it's highly credible. Um... that is, if someone sends Qiao Ze an email that is not about the academic issues he's interested in, the reply might not come from him personally, but from the artificial intelligence he created. That's Dou Dou."
