I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Chapter 196 What Language Is Used For The Paper?

In the laboratory, the graduate students and Professor Wang waited eagerly.

Soon, the call was connected!

"Old Ren! Have you finished your nap?" Dean Cai greeted.

"Let's get straight to the point!" Ren Zhiyuan yawned from the other end of the call, "I've been waiting for noon. Have you finished the certification process?"

"I have a little innocuous question. First tell me which three students wrote the proof process and which student played the main role. Then I will tell you what the small question is!" Dean Cai said, gesturing to the side. made a shushing gesture.

"Chu Long won the National Prize in Mathematics, Qiu Lingshan won the Provincial Prize in Mathematics, and there is also a freshman who did not win the prize."

Dean Cai's eyes moved, "So it was mainly Chu Long who completed the work?"

"No, it mainly relies on the freshmen who didn't win the award to complete the certificate." Ren Zhiyuan laughed twice, "You tell me what the small problem is first, and I will tell you the name!"

Dean Cai looked embarrassed. Unexpectedly, he was told something, "The small problem is...the line spacing is too large!"

"I knew you were going to do this!" Ren Zhiyuan sneered, "Song He! Have you heard of it?"

Dean Cai was confused, "Is it the student who works on antibiotics?"

"It's him! Didn't you expect it?" Ren Zhiyuan said with a proud tone, "What's the matter, you want to poach people? Poach the good seedlings we have worked so hard to cultivate in No. 4 Middle School to work in your hospital? Make conditions! Send it to my mobile phone, you only have a chance!"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that it only took less than one night for these three children to prove the Woolf-Gong conjecture!"

The call is hung up.

Dean Cai’s expression was horrified, and his heart was in turmoil!

"How long did it take you to prove the Woolf-Gong conjecture?" Dean Cai looked at the graduate students.

"Eight days, I haven't completed the certification, and the progress is about half." A student answered.

Dean Cai's expression became even more horrified, and he turned to Professor Wang.

"Two scary news!"

"First, the main person who proved the Woolf-Gong conjecture was Song He, the same person who came up with antibiotics! It seems that it is not the teaching level of No. 4 Middle School that has improved by leaps and bounds, it is simply that the child Song He is extremely talented!"

The graduate students looked curious. They had only heard of this name. They thought he was a rising star in the world of biology, but they didn't expect him to also make a name for himself in the world of mathematics?

Professor Wang fell into deep thought, "Now we're in trouble! If we want to get Song He to study mathematics, wouldn't we be looking for food from those people in the School of Biology?"

"The School of Biology has produced new results and is at its peak. Our other departments are languishing and it is difficult to recruit people!"

"What's the second scary news?" Professor Wang looked up.

"They proved the Woolf-Gong conjecture in less than one night!" Dean Cai changed his eyes and pointed at the graduate students, "It's faster than these stupid students you taught step by step. 32 times!”

The stupid students lowered their heads sadly, looking guilty.

They were feeling very uncomfortable at the moment. Not only did they have someone else rush to plant the flag for the result of their hard work, but it was actually a high school student who planted the flag!

It’s just a flag being planted by a high school student. The speed is outrageous. Can you believe it, proved in one night?

This speed is more than enough for overtaking in corners, it is comparable to the speed of Fengling Yueying teleporting to the finish line!

Am I really a waste? Many graduate students are depressed.

…

Night self-study.

The auditorium of Jinghai No. 4 Middle School.

Song He, Chu Long, and Qiu Lingshan gathered together to watch the computer and type on the keyboard. Teacher Zhai Zhu stood aside to guide the format.

On the computer screen is a mathematical paper, Proof of the Woolf-Gong conjecture, about the proof of the Woolf-Gong conjecture.

The three people have a clear division of labor. Chu Long and Qiu Lingshan are responsible for writing English abstracts, narratives and other text parts, Song He is responsible for writing proof formulas, and Zhai Zhu helps adjust the format.

Song He was a little crazy and couldn't help but keep complaining.

"The keyboard is not big enough. How can I type these mathematical symbols?"

"Mobile phones can all have touch screens, but computers don't have touch screens? How convenient is it for me to write symbols directly by swiping with my hand?"

Zhai Zhu covered her mouth and laughed softly beside her. Chu Long and Qiu Lingshan also laughed non-stop.

We were about to publish the paper, and everyone was in a good mood. Only Song He was a little irritable. He didn't like the process of writing a paper. It had no technical content. He searched for a mathematical symbol for a long time, which seriously delayed his study time.

"Okay, I've finished writing this part. You two are laughing very happily. Come and type!" Song He got up from the computer.

Chu Long and Qiu Lingshan's smiles disappeared, and they sat in front of the computer, frowning and typing out English instructions.

Both of them had high English proficiency. Chu Long had a large vocabulary and Qiu Lingshan was good at grammar, so they cooperated with each other. Chu Long first typed in words and sentences with general meanings, and Qiu Lingshan was responsible for adjusting the tense and word order.

Ren Zhiyuan proposed to send an English teacher to help translate, but the three students were unwilling. It was the first time in their lives to publish a paper, and they still felt a sense of accomplishment by typing it out with their own hands.

"English grammar is really troublesome. When did Qin Shihuang reincarnate and unify the words?" Song He folded his arms and frowned.

"It is too difficult to unify the Chinese language. If you want to write a paper in Chinese and submit it to a top journal, there are two simple ways." Zhai Zhu said from the side, "It sounds simple, but it is actually very difficult."

"What can I do?" Song He looked at her curiously.

“The first is to run a Chinese-language journal with great influence, requiring global contributors to submit manuscripts in Mandarin.” Zhai Zhu said, “It takes a lot of money to run a top-tier journal, it needs to have great influence, and it must be sustainable!”

"Do it!" Song He gritted his teeth, "I'll do it when I have more money. I'll win over some of the world's top scientists. The cutting-edge results will be published in my journal. There will only be Chinese manuscripts. Whoever understands it can learn it!"

"But I don't have enough money now." Song He suddenly became discouraged, "What about the second option?"

"The second is to produce the world's most cutting-edge results that can cause madness in a certain field. The top journals are begging you to publish them, let alone write in Mandarin. Even if you write in classical Chinese, the top journals will also rush to publish it. want!"

"For example, you have proved the Millennium Problem, such as Riemann Hypothesis, Yang-Mills existence and quality gap."

"You have a paper with such top results, you can use whatever language you want." Zhai Zhu said with a smile, "But the level of Woolf-Gong conjecture is not enough, so don't think about it this time. We will talk about it when we have the opportunity in the future. Bar."

The conversation was interrupted for a few seconds.

Suddenly, everyone present suddenly remembered something.

Zhai Zhu, Chu Long, and Qiu Lingshan all turned their heads slowly and looked at Song He with wide eyes.

Although the level of this mathematics paper is not high enough, someone still has Song Hesu’s paper in hand!

The level of Song Hesu's paper is absolutely sufficient! Antibiotics that shocked the world's medical community!

"You guys write first, and I'll make a call!" Song He refreshed, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and left in a hurry.