Lu Zhou thought that he would be drunk, but it turned out to be the opposite.
Not only did he not get a chance to get drunk, but he didn't even eat his fill.
Even though the dishes were served one by one, the portion of each dish was only half the size of a palm.
Also, including the bottle of champagne and the dessert, three of the dishes were related to alcohol. This was somewhat different from Lu Zhou's impression of a banquet.
It wasn't just Lu Zhou who didn't eat his fill; Xiao Tong was the same.
The ability to eat, drink, and not get fat seemed to be inherited by the Lu family.
Xiao Tong, who was wearing an evening gown, wasn't even half full. She licked her lips and looked around for a while as if she was looking for a waiter to serve her food.
Unfortunately, she didn't find him. In the end, she could only look at her omnipotent brother with a pitiful look.
However, even Lu Zhou couldn't do anything about it.
Being stared at by those pitiful eyes, he gave Xiao Tong a helpless look.
"Just make do with it. I don't have a choice. I can't possibly ask the chef to give you another serving."
After the banquet ended, the royal family members and the Nobel Prize winner walked to the golden hall next to them.
Whether it was the magnificent hall or the goddess of Lake Mälaren sitting on the mural overlooking the dance floor, Lu Zhou felt particularly familiar.
He was standing here because of the Crafoord Prize.
It was also at that time that he had a hunch that he would stand here again one day in the future.
It seemed like that day had indeed come.
And it was much faster than he imagined.
Academician Klass noticed that Lu Zhou was standing on the edge of the dance floor, so he walked over and spoke with a pleasant tone.
"Do you need any help?"
Earlier at the award ceremony, Lu Zhou made eye contact with him.
Although he didn't know him before, Lu Zhou could tell from his position at the award ceremony that he was the chairman of the Chemistry Prize Committee, Academician Klass.
Lu Zhou replied with a helpless emoji, "Can I not dance?"
When Academician Clarence heard this request, he laughed and said, "That won't do, this is a routine event. Not to mention, you're one of the stars of the ball. The media all over the world is waiting for your dance."
Lu Zhou coughed and said, "I can guarantee that my dance won't be as good as my report."
"What matters is not how well you dance, but the dancer." Academician Claes looked at Lu Zhou and said with a smile, "Don't worry, even if you kick your shoes away, no one will laugh at you. At most … "
"At most?"
Academician Klass held back his laughter and said, "At most, he will be remembered by people. For example, along with your previous medal, it will be written into a book by historians or something. "
Lu Zhou: "…"
MMP。
So he was waiting for me to make a fool of myself.
This won't do …
Lu Zhou tried to find an excuse. "Then you should have told me earlier. Now you suddenly tell me that you want to dance. I don't even have a partner ready."
Unfortunately, his plan didn't work.
Just as he said this, an unfamiliar and beautiful voice came from the side.
"Then do you mind dancing with me?"
Lu Zhou looked back and saw a woman in a light blue evening dress standing there.
She was none other than Princess Madeleine, who he briefly communicated with at the previous banquet, Carl XVI's youngest daughter.
Even though the European media didn't have a good impression of this beautiful princess, this kind of ceremonial ball had nothing to do with the media's personal life.
"There is no need to prepare a partner in advance at the ball." Academician Clarence raised his eyebrows at Lu Zhou and patted him on the shoulder. He said with a smile, "The ball is about to start, I won't disturb you two anymore."
…
Even though Lu Zhou didn't have much interest in dancing, it would still be rude to reject Princess Madeleine's invitation.
Not to mention, he wasn't just representing himself.
Standing on the dance floor and following the rhythm of the music, the two of them moved their dance steps and chatted.
Madeleine: "Do you remember the little card on the table?"
Lu Zhou, who was gradually getting the rhythm of the music, replied, "I think so, why?"
Madeleine smiled and said, "Before the Nobel Banquet begins, the Nobel Foundation's ceremony secretariat will consult the guests' opinions and try their best to satisfy their requests during the banquet. They will also write their requests on the seat cards."
"So?"
"So we always see a lot of interesting requests. For example, 'I want to sit next to Professor Lu Zhou.'"
Lu Zhou said, "There are such strange requests?"
Princess Madeleine smiled and said, "It's not strange. There are similar requests every year, but this year, there are a lot more. As far as I know, the Nobel Foundation has received at least 50 similar requests. Some of them are from the academic community, but at least 70% of them are not from your academic achievements. "
Lu Zhou: "Why?"
"Because 70% of them are from young women." Princess Madeleine smiled and looked at Lu Zhou. She said, "I've always been curious about what kind of scholar can attract the interest of so many women."
Lu Zhou coughed and changed the topic. "Unfortunately, I can't divide it into 25 portions."
Princess Madeleine paused for a second and said, "You're so funny."
The time of the song soon ended.
Princess Madelyne let go of Lu Zhou's hand and gently adjusted her skirt. She then asked with a pleasant expression.
"How do you feel?"
Lu Zhou, who accidentally stepped on her feet several times, awkwardly joked, "I just found the rhythm, and it's already over."
Princess Madeleine smiled and said, "Then, do you want me to teach you again?"
Lu Zhou: "… Forget it."
For him, dancing was much more difficult than sprinting around Lake Carnegie.
But at least he didn't kick his shoes away.
Princess Madelyne looked at Lu Zhou, who was slightly embarrassed. She smiled and joked.
"Actually, it's not that there aren't any beautiful ladies inviting you. The banquet is still long, so enjoy the night."
She bowed to Lu Zhou and glanced to the side. She then elegantly turned around and walked away.
Lu Zhou noticed the look before she left. He was slightly stunned. He followed her gaze and saw Vera in a black evening dress standing there.
Vera pinched the hem under the waistline as she looked over with a blushing face. She said nervously, "I borrowed the dress from a friend … Does it fit?"
Actually, Lu Zhou wanted to say that the dress might be a little too big because the hem was almost touching the ground.
But he felt that if he said that, it would hurt her self-esteem.
After all, height was a very heavy topic for both boys and girls.
Although he didn't feel this weight on his own body.
"It might not fit well … but it's beautiful."
When Vera heard the first half of the sentence, her expression was a little disappointed. But when she heard the second half of the sentence, her face suddenly bloomed with a happy smile.
"Then … Can I ask you for a dance?"
Perhaps it was because the smile was too bright, Lu Zhou was dazed for half a second.
Soon, a thought appeared in his mind.
Is this really okay?
Looking at the hopeful eyes, Lu Zhou hesitated for a second.
There didn't seem to be any rules in Princeton that forbade students from dancing.
After a brief hesitation, he nodded happily.
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