He searched around nearby, but couldn't find anyone who looked like a professor.
Ohm clutched the few papers he had published, gazing at the sun high above, feeling quite anxious from the wait.
Suddenly, he saw the conference hall doors open in the distance, and a group of seemingly fifty-year-old scholars walked out.
Ohm approached them joyfully, but as soon as he got close to the professors, he couldn't help but feel some fear, as over the years he had been harshly criticized by these people.
He hesitated for a long time, then found a friendly-looking young person among the crowd: "Excuse me, do you know where Sir Arthur Hastings is?"
"Are you looking for the Academic Director?" The young professor, who appeared to be under thirty, glanced at Ohm: "The director is quite busy. Do you have something to discuss with him?"
"Ah... um..." Ohm's palms were sweaty, and the papers he held were damp: "I... am, have you heard of George Ohm?"
"George Ohm!"
