"Edward, how should I put this? How can you still be so lucky at your age?"
Edward Witten, who was still in his Princeton office handling matters before leaving, received a call from Lothar Dugan as soon as the announcement was made.
He was truly at a loss for words.
After all, he genuinely hadn't expected the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences' physics prize committee to pull such a stunt this year.
"Lucky for what? The Nobel? It's not even because of M-theory," Edward Witten replied casually.
"Haha, doesn't matter what it's for, the fact is you've won a Nobel Prize. You've made history; no one before you has ever won both the Fields Medal and the Nobel Prize."
"Then I should thank Qiao Ze. Under normal circumstances, he should have been the first. The Fields Medal in 2026 is sure to go to him. As for me... forget it, don't mention it. I'm not going to the award ceremony."
"Oh? Seriously not going?"
