Chapter 1240 The Price of Fame

Joan put down his wine glass, straightened his back on the seat, and answered Professor Moriarty's question head-on with an extremely solemn demeanor.

"Mentor, I don't want to be a celebrity! Really, it doesn't do me any good, it just disrupts my rhythm of life, makes me feel panic and irritable, I even regret participating in the Rising Star Awards, if everything can be done all over again If it’s not, I’d rather give up the chance to win the award, and just want to live the life I want without being disturbed.”

"If other people say such things, I will suspect that he is either hypocritical or mentally abnormal..." Professor Moriarty hesitated to speak.

"That's right, I'm the kind of person who's mentally abnormal!" Joan said frankly, "Teacher, you don't have to hide this, and I don't want to lie to myself."

"No, my child, your spirit is fine, you're just too shy, and maybe a little paranoid."

Professor Moriarty hands Joan a glass of wine, trying to help him relax.

"Joan, participating in social activities is not a waste of time, it will be of great benefit to your future career development, why not give it a try, making a speech report is not more difficult than writing a thesis."

Joan drank the wine in the glass, her cheeks flushed, and her spirit became excited. With a little drunkenness, she poured out her inner distress to the tutor.

"Mentor, of course what you said makes sense. In fact, I understand all the truth. I have also worked hard to integrate into society and participate in social activities."

"My efforts have indeed achieved some results, especially compared with myself two years ago, I feel that I have matured a lot now."

"Perhaps because of these small improvements, I can't help but feel a little ecstatic. I feel that I am no longer the withdrawn and introverted freak I used to be, and I can handle interpersonal communication inside and outside the campus."

"However, just now, when I heard you talk about speaking tours and signing autographs for strangers, I suddenly realized that I hadn't changed in any fundamental way. The déjà vu horror once again seized my heart and made me feel Dizzy, nauseous, unable to breathe, just wanting to escape from the crowd and hide in a place where no one recognizes me..."

"But Joan, this is an honor!"

Professor Moriarty couldn't help but interject.

"You are not a wanted criminal, and you are not a failure in people's eyes. On the contrary, you are too successful! You are a new academic star, a genius in the eyes of scholars, and an idol in the eyes of young people. You are the darling of the gods, and people love you." Love you, respect you, but why do you run away? What is it that makes you ashamed and frightens you?"

"It's me." Joan clutched his chest with his trembling left hand, as if trying to pull out his heart, "Teacher, it's me who makes me ashamed and afraid, because I can't blame my shame and fear Blame it on others, on the malice of the outside world, and because people are kind to me, I feel double shame and fear, and I can't accept people's love and kindness even more."

Professor Moriarty nodded thoughtfully.

"I understand your feelings, Joanne, you have been trying to adapt to the society and integrate into the crowd. You have made some progress in the past two years, but it is not enough. It is far from being able to calmly play an 'academic star' and a 'public figure' The level of this role, but having said that, if you muster up your courage and take a bigger step, you may be able to cross this hurdle, do you want to try it?"

"If you insist on forcing me to participate in the speech tour, I'm afraid I'll run away." Joan hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and said with some difficulty: "Or pretend to fall from the balcony accidentally and break my leg or something Yes, there is a reason to lie on the hospital bed to recuperate and get rid of this disaster."

Professor Moriarty took a deep look at Joan. He knew that his students would definitely do such a crazy thing!

"I see."

Professor Moriarty sighed, crossed his hands behind his head, and leaned back in the armchair wearily.

"Joan, I'll go to Dean Franklin tomorrow morning and try to persuade him to write to the school board and refuse the lecture tour for you."

"If all goes well, I think the school managers should be able to understand your difficulties, respect your decision, and stop disturbing your life in any way."

"Thank you, mentor, thank you for tolerating my waywardness..." Joan was so moved that she could hardly hold back her tears.

"Okay, my poor child, if outsiders know what I have done, they may think that I am jealous of my students, so I 'stuck' you in front of the dean, preventing you from receiving the money you deserve. honor."

Professor Moriarty glared at Joan pretending to be wronged.

Of course, Qiao An saw that the tutor was joking, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said with some embarrassment: "Well, when you talk to Mr. Dean tomorrow, can you ask him to do you a favor by the way, and quickly post the happy news on the bulletin board, And my portrait, take it all down!"

Professor Moriarty didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but finally he could only nod in agreement.

"Mentor, this won't really cause misunderstandings, will it?"

Joan suddenly became worried again.

"Perhaps I should issue a public statement stating that I gave up participating in the social activities after the award entirely for my own reasons, so as not to be misunderstood by you as a hindrance, damaging your reputation, and even affecting your future enrollment."

"Silly boy, there is absolutely no need for this."

Professor Moriarty smiled and waved his hand.

"I don't care about social reputation. I don't need you to help me maintain it. As for the impact on recruiting students... Ha! Just having you as a student is enough for me to worry about. Before you graduate, I don't want to recruit other students!"

Joan felt that this matter was highly debatable, but Professor Moriarty shook his head. He didn't intend to talk about it deeply, put away his smile, and warned with a serious face: "Joan, you can be absent from other activities, only one You can't refuse anyway!"

"What's the matter?" Joan asked anxiously.

"Today is August 2nd. If there is no accident, on the morning of August 5th, the Austrian Law Association will send a reporter over to do a special interview for you. In the future, the interview draft will be published in the "Journal of Austrian Law" , you have to be prepared for an interview."

When Qiao An heard this, his heart ached again, but after thinking about it, interviewing reporters in private is much less stressful than giving a public speech, and he should be able to handle it.

"Mentor, what questions do you think the reporter will ask?" Joan asked nervously.

"It's nothing special. It's mainly about your birth, growth and schooling experience. Just answer truthfully." Professor Moriarty said with a smile.

Qiao An nodded, and decided to make an outline after returning home, and prepare answers to all possible questions in advance, so as not to be unable to answer during the interview and appear ugly.