Chapter 528: Zhang 249: The Troublemaker Arrives (6.4K)_3

After speaking, Xu Yun glanced around and looked at several British political figures in the first row, and slowly said:

"I shall dedicate myself to the interests of the country in life and death, irrespective of personal will and world."

It was strange indeed.

Clearly, it was a powerful and passionate patriotic poem.

However, after hearing it, the political figures present inexplicably felt a chill.

Subsequently, Xu Yun bowed to the audience and prepared to return to his seat.

The entire process took a minute, not particularly ordinary but neither excessively outlandish, roughly in line with expectations.

Next, he just had to return to his seat and wait for William Whewell or Albert to deliver their closing speeches, then mouth along to one or two hymns, and he could officially begin his quiet life at Cambridge.

At the University of Cambridge in 1850, the nascent stage of the natural sciences, compared to future Cambridge, the academic atmosphere was undoubtedly purer.

Xu Yun, whose daily updates were as prolific as thirty thousand words, not a fishing girl, just wanted to quietly complete his task and lead a peaceful life.

However, before he could take two steps, someone among the students below suddenly shouted loudly:

"Classmate Luo Feng, please wait!"

"Everyone, focus your attention on me, I have an announcement!"

The meeting site instantaneously fell silent.

Then, before Mr. Huie on stage could speak, this person stood up and said:

"Classmate Luo Feng, I am Angus Roman, president of the Newton Research Association at the University of Cambridge. I have a question I’d like you to answer directly—how can you prove that you’re a descendant of Mr. Newton?"

Upon hearing this,

Even before Xu Yun could respond, William Whewell beside him frowned and chided:

"Roman, mind the occasion, this is the matriculation ceremony!"

The young man named Angus Roman paused upon hearing this, but still put on a bullish attitude, stiffening his neck and saying:

"Mr. Huie, I am not fooling around, I just want an answer!"

"The University of Cambridge is the highest temple of truth in Europe, a sanctuary in the minds of countless people. Everyone here has only achieved their dreams through years of hard work."

"But what about him?"

Saying this, Angus Roman pointed at Xu Yun, his face full of strong dissatisfaction:

"If he really is a descendant of Mr. Feiyu, then I naturally have no objections to his presence, but how can he prove this?"

"He neither has a certificate of completion for secondary education nor direct evidence proving he is a blood descendant of Mr. Feiyu, merely relying on a letter to brazenly become one of us."

"The handwritten letter has passed the verification by the school authorities, so I believe there is no issue with its authenticity."

Then Angus Roman changed his tone, emphasizing:

"But now I question its origin! I suspect Luo Feng obtained this letter by improper means!"

"If this person is a lowly, disgraceful thief, like someone who, in a library in the Netherlands, stole a letter from the real descendants of Mr. Feiyu, should we allow a thief from a library to get a scholarship?"

The words of Angus Roman were evidently well-prepared, showing great sophistication in his rhetoric.

With just a few sentences, he stirred up the emotions of the students, causing a buzz of discussion in the field.

Not only students.

Even Prince Albert and Faraday in the first row showed pensive expressions.

Upon seeing this situation,

William Whewell’s face had turned ashen.

He never expected.

That someone would dare to openly say such things on the stage during the matriculation ceremony.

Innate foolishness?

Clearly impossible.

Not to mention the improbability of fools being at the University of Cambridge.

Angus Roman made it very clear in his introduction:

He is the president of the Newton Research Association at the University of Cambridge.

The one who can become the president of the Newton Research Association at Cambridge, their IQ and EQ certainly cannot be low.

Righteously indignant to the point of losing rationality?

Also impossible.

William Whewell knew Angus Roman’s character very well.

This was a senior second-year Emanuel College graduate, someone reliable in daily life, impossible to make such a rookie mistake.

Besides, even if he did have objections, he could raise them in a class after the matriculation:

There may not be many public lectures of hundreds of people each semester, but it’s not as if there are none.

Leaving aside distant times, there’s a history public class with more than three hundred students in four days.

If Angus Roman truly wanted to incite student emotions, he could do it then and there.

In other words.

For him to do such a thing, there must be some other interest involved behind the scenes.

Conspiracy.

This word immediately popped into William Whewell’s mind.

This is a premeditated, targeted conspiracy!

Then the question comes.

If the questioning of Xu Yun’s identity succeeded, who would be the most embarrassed and the most likely to be reprimanded by Prince Albert?

The answer is self-evident.

Not Xu Yun, but the person who agreed to his admission, Whewell himself!

Then the new question arises.

Looking across the University of Cambridge, those who could persuade Angus Roman to criticize are honestly not many.

Firstly, they must offer sufficient interest, secondly, they must ensure that Angus Roman won’t be penalized for stirring up trouble.

Throughout the University of Cambridge, who has the capability, the standing, and the motive?

Combining some recently occurring events, the mastermind behind the entire event becomes apparent.....

William Whewell gritted his molars, reciting in his mind word by word:

"Prime!"

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