The results of the Magic Tower entrance exam and the announcement of the new millennium problems had both concluded. For now, the most pressing matters right before our eyes were settled. Laura reported on the related matters.
“The public and academic circles alike are responding favorably to the announcement of the millennium problems.”
“Oh, really?”
Since that exam committee chairman guy had shoved the work off on me, I figured I’d get some flak for it no matter what. They call them Millennium Problems, which sounds nice, but since no one could solve them, it essentially means, ‘try solving them over the next thousand years.’ But the public seemed to think otherwise.
“It appears the public believes the Chairman orchestrated this entire thing to unearth geniuses who have been in seclusion.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“And so, they think this millennium problem announcement is just an extension of that.”
“...”
“...”
Laura stared at me outright.
“Was that not the case?”
“Not at all.”
The problem announcement was pushed forward because I didn’t have the sense to grade the redshift problem. Same goes for setting the exam. I just did all this because I disliked one particular researcher who, without a shred of humility, was brimming with overconfidence.
Hearing my words, Laura tilted her head.