Tech Hammer

"Playing the piano randomly! What's going on in graduate school? Even if you are a directional student, you should explain it clearly to the students! Is the teacher in the graduate admissions office so perfunctory to top students who want to go to graduate school? Forget it, I will ask about this matter Asked."

After listening to Kong Mingde's description, Du Shaodong lost his temper casually.

Anyone else would be upset.

Kong Mingde, who was on the other side of the phone, changed the subject like a normal person when he arrived: "By the way, how will I be rewarded for this paper? Does the school have a plan? After all, I would rather sign this paper as Jiangnan University."

"Follow the school's regulations! What a coincidence, little guy. I remember that two years ago, the school's reward for the corresponding author of the top journal was 500,000."

"Two hundred thousand is a lot. I will inform him of the good news later."

"But since he passed your assessment with no problem, when telling him the good news, let him cooperate with the school's publicity. Lao Liu just called me and told me that this matter has a great response on the Internet. With this momentum , just to promote the school."

"The key point is our math department!"

"Okay! I know what's going on! That's it. I'll call the publicity center and let them make arrangements."

…

In the campus community of Jiangnan University, in the study room of Long Xuepin, director of the Research and Recruitment Office.

Xue Qingsong is sitting opposite Director Long.

The tea on the table has cooled down, but no one has touched it.

"Director Long, look at this..."

"Old Xue! You are stupid!"

"I'm not talking about you. You are an old man in the postgraduate admissions office. Why are you so rough at work? When students come to consult you about postgraduate admissions, just do your best to explain. Oh, you told them that the information was lost? What is this? ? What do the students think? Isn’t this just handing someone the excuse to hold a grudge?”

"This... I looked at that student's file at the time. I really didn't know there would be such a fuss!"

"Oh, the students look ordinary, so you can just deal with it? To put it bluntly, our position is all for serving students. Forget it, I won't say empty words. Teacher Xue, are you ready to be transferred? . In this case, don’t think about sitting in the office. There is a shortage of people in the media laboratory below. You have studied this before, so you should be familiar with the equipment. I suggest you go there to fill the gap later."

"Huh? No, Director Long..."

"Stop talking, this is already the best. The school is not allowed to investigate the atmosphere of the graduate admissions office this time. I have seen the work of the graduate admissions office over the years. I believe it is a big principle issue. No, it can withstand the investigation, but you have to be serious and review each one. Are there still less messy things? After sorting it out so carefully, do you think you can still sit in the office without getting stuck in the butt? "

"You don't care what your colleagues think. It's just a trivial matter. If there is any reason to fire you, who will you ask to reason? Take the initiative to conduct an internal review and apply for a job transfer!"

Xue Qingsong remained silent and could only lower his head silently.

If he had known about today's situation, he should have treated Ning Wei, who came to ask for a Dharma, as a Bodhisattva and made offerings to him!

Lab manager?

His previous goal was Lao Long's position!

Okay, this dream can be shattered.

Xue Qingsong almost couldn't remember how he walked out of Director Long's house. He walked on the campus like a ghost. Passing by the cafeteria, the street lights in front of the door were very bright. He stopped unexpectedly and stood in front of the bulletin board. There is still a notice of criticism posted on the bulletin board. The name in the copy is so dazzling.

"...Ning Wei, a senior majoring in mathematics and applied mathematics in the School of Mathematics and Statistics of our school..."

"squeak……"

Xue Qingsong tore off the circular of criticism, crumpled it into a ball, and held it tightly.

Old Xue didn't know that there was another junior in college who was being commanded by a certain girl to expose the same things as him all over the campus and had to carefully keep them.

…

I don't know how many people were tossing and turning this night, but Ning Wei slept extremely comfortably.

When I opened my eyes the next day, I heard constant muttering and laughter under the bed.

Turning around, I touched my phone and looked at the time. It was already ten past eight. Although this time was definitely not early, there were no classes on Friday morning. According to the urine habits of the other three people in dormitory 302, it is rare to get up before nine o'clock when there is no class.

Ning Wei lay on the bed, poked half of his head out, and saw three people under the bed gathered in front of Xu Ruixuan's desk, flipping through their phones, laughing from time to time, and then patting each other on the shoulders.

"I said, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

"Ha, Ning Wei, are you awake? You are popular. You are really popular this time! Do you know how popular the question Liu Cong asked on Zhihu yesterday is now?"

Hearing this topic, Ning Wei wanted to cry a little.

"How many?"

"With 48.6 million views, it is now No. 1 on the hot list! Mr. Xuan’s answer is at No. 1 and has been liked 18,000 times! It’s only been one night! If it had been a few more days, would it still be worth it? Also The good news is that Mr. Xuan’s answer has been directly reposted by many public accounts, including Weibo!”

"Not only that, many people sent me private messages last night!" Xu Ruixuan said proudly, raising his head and chest high.

"I..." Ning wanted to kill someone, so he quickly picked up his phone, opened Zhihu, and clicked on the hot list.

As expected, the question number one on the hot list was actually raised anonymously by Liu Cong.

18,000 likes is a small thing, but the number of comments below the answer has also increased to more than 2,000.

Ning Wei glanced at it, and to his relief, many comments were asking about various aspects of Jiangcheng University.

Well, although the answer the three people discussed was indeed outrageous, it was an unintentional benefit in helping the school publicize it.

After all, I have stayed at Jiangda for four years and I am still very emotional.

To be strictly speaking, the teachers at Jiangda are very good and responsible.

It’s not uncommon to be stopped after class and patiently answer students’ questions.

Ning Wei often did this when he was a freshman. He had never met any professor who was impatient. Even if it was after class, he would still patiently explain the problem thoroughly until he felt he understood it.

Fine……

That’s it anyway.

After closing Zhihu and deciding not to pay attention to the three bitches in the dormitory, Ning Wei tried to unlock the whitelist restrictions on his phone.

It's good, no one makes harassing calls anymore.

Ning Wei also breathed a sigh of relief.

I have used this mobile phone number for seven years since I was a freshman in high school. I changed my phone once, but the number has never been changed. I feel really reluctant to give it up.

Climbing out of bed with his mobile phone, he ignored the three people who were scrolling through the comments to amuse himself. He planned to go to the cafeteria to have breakfast after washing up and continue the turbulence algorithm he had figured out yesterday.

While he was still in the bathroom, the phone rang.

At first glance, it was an unfamiliar number again.

Subconsciously connected.

"Are you Ning Wei?"

"yes!"

"Wow, you are so willing! God of learning, I admire you so much!"

"Thanks!"

"Ah..., it's nothing, I just wanted to call and ask! Goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

After hanging up the phone, Ning Wei looked at the phone with a headache, thought for a while, and switched to whitelist filtering mode again.

It seems that this number still needs to be changed.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a little more resentful towards a certain graduate student at McMahon University in Canada.

If he wasn't called by this person, why would he need to change his number?

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he just walked back to the bedroom when there was a knock on the door.

"Is this Shuyuan Ningwei's dormitory?"

The girl's voice sounded very crisp.

While Ning Wei was still dazed, Liu Cong, who was sitting there, suddenly bounced up as if he had been electrocuted, and loudly replied: "Yes! I'm sorry, please wait a moment..."