Fake Fan Meeting
"Is this really the entire question list for today? Even if we go until midnight, we won't finish."
"Probably, yeah?"
It looked like some kind of wide-area magic scroll. The question list, stapled together from sheet after sheet of paper, seemed endless. Just skimming the final number, she saw a bold 365 staring back at her.
Even answering ten per hour at breakneck speed would take thirty-six hours.
"What have these people been doing until now to only send questions at the last minute? And there are quite a few duplicates from what I can see."
"Official letters from each university just started arriving yesterday..."
"So Emily pulled an all-nighter on this. Now that I look, your dark circles are pretty bad."
"Ah! I covered them with makeup—does it show that much?"
Emily pulled a hand mirror from her bag to check her face. Her pale skin made it stand out even more.
"Can't help it. I need my personal time too, and if you can't interpret them, that's on you."
"Isn't there some way?"
"Of course there is."
Just answer the truly valuable questions.
You can see NoName giving a lecture proving tough problems at Korea University! But... but... it's first-come-first-served and closes in about 30 minutes lol
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Some Russian blue-eyed babe stamped my hand lol
"Whoa!"
The young man giggling as he typed comments on the community site bumped shoulders with a middle-aged man.
"..."
"S-Sorry!"
"... Watch where you're going."
"Y-Yes, sir..."
Professors and students from classes that ended early due to summer session finals had gathered at Building 28 as if by appointment. Already, around two hundred people filled the large lecture hall that could seat 250.
Materials Engineering's Professor Baek was one of them. Adjusting his glasses, he eyed the child rifling through papers at the front.
"That kid's Professor Cheon's adopted daughter?"
Professor Baek recalled how seasonal course students kept asking if he'd met NoName. The reason was absurd—they shared the same research floor as Professor Cheon, so maybe she'd dropped by.
Other departments were already buzzing about NoName doing a day-in-the-life experience, derailing classes entirely. He snagged a back-row seat, crossed his arms, and decided to watch.
Let's see just how impressive she is.
Ding-!
Ding ding ding!
"...?"
"Oh, sorry! Mind if we set up a camera here?"
A somewhat frivolous-looking young man plopped a massive camera on a seat like it was on display. It whirred annoyingly, as if motorized.
Comments scrolled rapidly on the connected hologram window—he was clearly streaming online.
"Haa... Do whatever."
Why were there so many rude people these days? Professor Baek's worries deepened.
Meanwhile, those in row two were invitees for NoName. The most notable was Cheon Kyujin, the professor Professor Baek disapproved of.
Applied Math professors in row one spotted him and came over for handshakes.
"Hello, Vice Dean of Academic Affairs. Saw you from afar at the professor seminar."
"Ah, yes, nice to meet you."
"Didn't know the institute director had such skill in pure math too."
"What'd I even do? My daughter did it all—she's just that brilliant."
Cheon Kyujin oversaw professor hires, promotions, seminars, and retirements as Vice Dean of Academic Affairs. As Theoretical Transmutation Research Institute director, he was swamped even on sabbatical.
A few remembered his old achievements and shook hands with fanboyish enthusiasm. Finishing greetings, he returned to his seat.
Beside him, a clearly young girl fidgeted her legs.
"Bored?"
"Yeah!"
"You can step out if it gets tough."
"No way, I can watch the whole thing!"
Baek A-rin, who'd whined to tour Korea University, had tagged along with NoName. Leaving Baek Min-woo to guard the house alone.
"It might go over three hours—sure you can last?"
The red-haired girl next to Baek A-rin pouted. Seo Yu-na, NoName's academy bestie. Her older brother Seo Maru sat separately for VTube camera setup.
Seo Yu-na didn't love Baek A-rin suddenly inserting herself as NoName's bestie.
"Of course! I can handle it!"
But you can't spit on a smiling face—she turned away from the beaming same-age friend.
Korea U students happily watched the kids bicker from the row behind. Physics & Astronomy's Ji Sung-hoon and Woo Da-yeon from Higgs Studio, with Danielle awkwardly clutching her skirt beside them.
"Why'd you come alone? No friends?"
"Yeah, must be nice coming with your boyfriend."
"N-No... he's not my boyfriend!"
"Haha, does our relationship look that way?"
"What are you even saying?!"
"Ack!"
Finishing Interpersonal Psychology finals timed perfectly. Thanks to NoName, their fragile group held through the final session, bonds tighter now.
"Uh... um... B-Ban So-wol-ssi, anything uncomfortable? J-Just say and I'll..."
A bit further in row three: Shin Yeon-ho and Ban So-wol.
Their first meeting spot? Natural Sciences large lecture hall—overlapping schedules, per Ban So-wol's quirky pick.
Shin Yeon-ho had been stammering since.
Unlike her bare-faced high school days, two years older Ban So-wol nearly burst freshman guys' hearts.
Suddenly, Ban So-wol's hand overlapped his on the armrest.
"...!"
Shin Yeon-ho sharply inhaled.
Was Ban So-wol always this forward with strangers? Does she like me? Wait, she can't see well, so she might not even know my face.
Ban So-wol slowly turned her head.
"Wanna arm wrestle if you're bored?"
"Y-Yes...? Arm wrestle? Here?"
Shin Yeon-ho stared blankly. Weird person. All the more attractive. Love blinds sometimes.
Clap!
A woman on the podium clapped with aura. The rowdy hall hushed instantly.
Emily Mayakovsky grabbed the mic.
"Hello. I'm Emily Mayakovsky, hosting the Q&A on the ABC Conjecture and Brocard's Problem plus six other unsolved problems. Five cameras are set up behind for academic purposes, so please keep noise low. We'll follow pre-submitted questions; additional ones limited to two per chapter due to time."
A girl had sat quietly in a chair. Half-hidden by curtain shadows, her upper body barely visible.
Finally, NoName stepped into the bright lights. Applause was inevitable.
"Hello. NoName here."
Whether from the VR capsule or innate, every gesture screamed mature. Hands behind back, she paced the podium front, then declared firmly.
"Let me confess one truth: I don't particularly like math. After proving these, I got tangled in ridiculous conspiracy theories, and plenty online badmouthed me. So, feel free to assume I won't touch math again after today."
What on earth was this kid saying?
Professors, ready with welcome claps, froze like statues.
"Since it's the finale, I look forward to your passionate participation."