Super God-Level Top Student-Chapter 933 - 353: Harvest Season? _2

If even this can't win an award, then what are the awards they've given out before even worth?

And if Qiao Ze isn't the final recipient of this year's physics prize, whoever ends up winning would likely be more of a shock than a surprise.

If the Crawford Mathematics Prize could still fly under the radar due to less public attention, the Nobel Prize is a whole different story—it's watched worldwide. No matter who gets it besides Qiao Ze, their achievements will surely be dissected under a microscope to find merits.

Dear, what accomplishment do you have that's more impressive than solving the mass gap problem and providing a method to discover the graviton? Are you the biological child of this year's committee chair?

The saddest part is, if Qiao Ze doesn't win this year's Nobel physics prize, it's feared that the legitimacy of other awards might also fall under scrutiny.

At this moment, the situation faced by the Nobel Physics Prize committee is pretty much like this.

Even though Qiao Ze outright stated he doesn't care for these awards, they still have no choice but to pick him.

For the committee, it's somewhat humiliating.

Once upon a time, they were the ones deciding the fate of scientists. Now, it's the scientists who are waiting for their review to determine the committee's own fate. Across a century of Nobel history, very few have achieved this dynamic—Einstein barely qualifies as one.

The most absurd thing is that nearing October when the final selection is supposed to be announced, there's even a candidate actively sending messages to the committee, asking them not to pick him if the last two options are between him and Qiao Ze.

Which makes sense—true scholars don't want hundreds of ordinary people probing into their lives with a microscope. As for those shamelessly basking in infamy like it's a badge of honor, it's safe to say they wouldn't make it this far anyway. Otherwise, the Nobel Prize would have been doomed long ago.

So here in October, the physics prize committee realized they actually no longer have a choice.

The candidate is right there, even if that person had previously raised their hand to slap them in the face, they still have to grit their teeth and place this name at the top of the list.

Yes, that's exactly the situation at the final meeting right now.

Initially, the final decision was supposed to take a few more days, but there doesn't seem to be much need for that anymore.

"Alright, regarding Qiao Ze, I don't think there's much left to introduce or discuss. Let's just vote—everyone who chooses Qiao Ze, raise your hand."

Great, everyone's hands went up. Unanimous decision.

In theory, their internal discussions should remain strictly confidential. Whether committee members supported or opposed the decision shouldn't leak out. But this year's situation clearly defies theoretical boundaries. Even the candidates making it to the final round already knew they'd been shortlisted and had sent messages adamantly refusing the award.

Which has made this internal committee meeting nothing short of a joke.

Anyone casting a dissenting vote, if word somehow gets out, would likely end up getting bombarded with criticism.

"Fine, then moving on to Christine... Never mind, let's skip the formalities. It's decided." This year's committee chair, Carl Johnson, said in an utterly bored tone.

People have already sent word refusing the nomination; there's no need to drag this out unnecessarily.

Heh...

Reflecting on how even betting companies specializing in Nobel odds have given up on this year's physics prize, Carl Johnson couldn't help but feel that being chair this year wasn't much of an exciting job.

But at that moment, he recalled the words of his old friend Norfort Anderson and suddenly felt relieved.

Well, if the entire world is just waiting to laugh at them, might as well give them a show to remember. After all, this fiasco isn't limited to just their committee.

...

Meanwhile, in another conference room, Carl Johnson's old friend Norfort Anderson was speaking.

Here, the discussion regarding this year's Nobel Chemistry Prize was underway.

"The candidate from Huaxia we're discussing now—Qiao Ze..."

At this point, Norfort Anderson paused, took a deep breath, and said, "The reason for nominating him, as you all know, is due to his groundbreaking contribution to the disruptive computational material model he developed. This model has significantly advanced material science, enabling scientists to predict and design new materials with unprecedented precision.

The disruptive aspect of this model lies in its capacity to simulate complex chemical and physical processes at the atomic scale, thereby aiding scientists in understanding and predicting materials' behaviors under specific conditions and even reverse-engineering laboratory processes for new materials.

It also provides a rapid screening mechanism, allowing scientists to optimize new materials without the need for costly and time-consuming large-scale experiments—effectively expediting results.

Through this innovative computational tool, scientists can more efficiently explore unknown chemical spaces, accelerating new material development to tackle global challenges such as energy, environmental protection, and health. Now, please vote—all in favor of Qiao Ze being this year's chemistry award winner, raise your hand."

When Norfort Anderson raised his hand, once again, the vote was unanimous.

Perfect.

Imagining the moment this justification gets posted on the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences' website, it should remind many of the gala back in the 1900s, when some folks attempted a public demonstration of their so-called self-developed material model—and then, suddenly, the screen showed "Trial period expired, please purchase activation code to continue"?

That video was a hit across many streaming platforms for a time. Even though the internet has a short memory, repeated reminders always manage to resurrect forgotten events.