The plane landed, and Tang Shun and Song Zimo dragged their suitcases, holding customized briefcases for the medals, just appeared at the exit and were immediately engulfed by the crowd and flashing lights.
"Isn't that..."
"Yes, it's those two!"
"Doctor Tang! Look over here!"
"Dr. Song! Tell us about your feelings in Stockholm!"
"Can you take out the medal for us to photograph?"
"Why didn't Professor Yang Ping come? Is there a conflict with the Nobel Committee?"
The microphones from over thirty media outlets were almost poking their faces.
It wasn't this intense when they announced the award; what's going on, it was unexpectedly overwhelming, and Tang Shun and Song Zimo were a bit caught off guard.
They exchanged a glance, simultaneously recalling Yang Ping's advice—"Stay low-key, keep it simple, go directly back to the institute."
