"Old Fang, you don't look so well!" Wang Cong observed the changing shades of green and purple on Fang Jueyu's face. He knew that Fang Jueyu usually had a carefree, playful personality, but when it came to issues of principles and stance, he took them very seriously. Could the associate professor's research have angered him?
"Old Wang, do you think he's just trying to attract attention?" Fang Jueyu retorted.
"Isn't he?" Wang Cong laughed, "I believed the first half, though my understanding of gamma rays, wormholes, and black holes is quite superficial. It seemed pretty interesting."
"But as it went on, it got more absurd. Aliens opening a wormhole to Earth? That's nonsense; even sci-fi movies aren't that wild," Wang Cong had a sudden thought, "Hey, how about we make a movie like 'Interstellar' with this theme? I bet it would be a box-office hit!"
"He might be telling the truth!" Fang Jueyu said with a serious expression.
