RBCT Chapter 55 Why did you write another chapter of a paper? Are you trying to kill us all?
Chapter 55 Why did you write another chapter of a paper? Are you trying to kill us all?
At 7:20 a.m. sharp, the alarm clock rang.
Lu Feng sat up nimbly. Zhang Wei on the opposite bed rolled over, pulled the blanket over his head, and continued his erotic dream from which he would never wake up.
I washed up, changed my clothes, grabbed my schoolbag, and headed out the door.
At 8:00 AM sharp, in Room 302 of the Laboratory Building.
The sound of the door lock turning echoed in the empty corridor.
Lu Feng pushed open the door and entered. The entire laboratory was pitch black, with only the morning light from outside the window filtering in.
Turn on the lights and the machine.
The fan of that top-of-the-line i7 desktop computer made a slight spinning sound.
Lu Feng copied the paper document from last night onto the USB drive, and the cursor jumped directly to the last few paragraphs of the conclusion section.
Fingers landed on the keyboard.
"...The performance of the DataFairy framework proposed in this paper under experimental conditions fully verifies the feasibility and superiority of lightweight architecture design in the field of scientific data processing. Compared with existing mainstream tools, it achieves orders of magnitude improvement in three dimensions: computational efficiency, memory usage, and user operation cost..."
He completed the description of the adaptive algorithm selection mechanism in the future outlook in one go, and added three recently published related works to the reference list.
Formatting check, figure and table number verification, and English translation and polishing of the abstract.
The last period falls.
Lu Feng leaned back in his chair, stretched his stiff neck, and went through the entire paper one last time.
Thirty-two pages of text, seventeen figures and tables, and forty-one references.
no problem.
He opened the SIGKDD submission system, registered an account, and filled in the author information.
First author: Lu Feng.
Corresponding author: Lu Feng.
The attachment is being uploaded, and the progress bar is slowly moving forward.
Select "Research Track" as the submission category and enter "Data Processing Framework", "Algorithm Optimization", and "Scientific Computing" as keywords.
The cursor hovers over the Submit button.
Click.
Submission successful.
Lu Feng let out a long breath, picked up the half-empty bottle of mineral water that had been sitting on the table all night, and took two gulps.
[Ding! Detection indicates the host has completed a high-level academic paper submission!]
[Reward: 3000 learning points!]
The system notification sounded in his mind, but Lu Feng glanced at the changes in the numbers on the panel without giving it much thought.
The paper has been submitted; now it's just a matter of waiting.
8:30.
Footsteps and voices could be heard in the corridor.
"Click." The door lock turned.
Zhou Mingyuan pushed open the door and came in, carrying a plastic bag containing two tea eggs and a fried dough stick.
Zhao Pengfei and Sun Hao followed behind him, the three of them talking about a ball game.
When Zhou Mingyuan looked up, he saw Lu Feng sitting by the window and froze on the spot.
He glanced down at the time on his phone, then at the lit computer screen in front of Lu Feng.
"Junior brother."
"Um?"
"Let me speak from the bottom of my heart." Zhou Mingyuan walked to Lu Feng's side, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and looked somber.
"If you keep rolling around like this, the rest of us will have to drop out of school."
"Please, please spare our fellow disciples' lives!"
Zhao Pengfei chimed in, "That's right. Brother Zhou told me last night that he had to get up early this morning, but he had to press the alarm three times before he finally got out of bed."
Sun Hao silently wrote his name in the sign-in book and glanced at the screen in front of Lu Feng.
"Junior brother, don't listen to his nonsense. What time did you arrive?"
"It wasn't that early." Lu Feng closed the page showing the successful submission.
"I just arrived a short while ago."
Zhou Mingyuan looked at him suspiciously, feeling that the "not long ago" had a very high water content.
But he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he took out a tea egg from the plastic bag and started peeling it.
Before he could finish speaking, the office door was pushed open again.
Li Hongde walked in carrying a brown paper bag, with a thermos cup clutched in his other hand, the lid still steaming.
"Hello, teacher."
Several people greeted each other in unison.
Li Hongde responded, first scanning the laboratory, his gaze lingering on each person's face for a second.
He walked to the long table and put the brown paper bag down.
"Mingyuan, have you finished compiling the report on the simulation data from last week? The institute needs to report on the project progress next Friday. You and Pengfei will work together on the PPT for the presentation."
"Got it, teacher. I'll get it done today." Zhou Mingyuan swallowed the last bite of the tea egg.
"And Sun Hao, don't delay the literature review. Add at least five more recent articles to the introduction."
"Okay, teacher."
After assigning tasks to several people, Li Hongde took his thermos and walked to a seat by the window.
He glanced at Lu Feng's screen as usual.
That one glance stopped them in their tracks.
The confirmation page from the submission system was still on the screen, with the paper title prominently displayed at the top.
Li Hongde squinted, placed the thermos on the corner of the table, and bent down to look closer.
Submission target: ACM SIGKDD.
Status: Submitted.
He straightened up and turned to look at Lu Feng.
"You wrote another one?"
The emphasis of the three words falls on "又".
Zhou Mingyuan stopped peeling the second tea egg.
Zhao Pengfei's eyelid twitched.
Sun Hao wisely lowered his head and pretended to be reading a document.
Lu Feng scratched the back of his head.
"It wasn't written specifically. When I was working on that data processing software last time, I casually recorded some technical details and performance test data. Later, when I organized them, I found that they were just enough to fill a paper."
Li Hongde stared at him for two seconds.
smoothly.
Just putting together an article.
These two words together are more lethal than a right hook.
"You applied for a computer science program?" Li Hongde's gaze returned to the screen.
"SIGKDD, the top conference in the field of data mining." Lu Feng nodded.
"The core content of this paper is computer-related and not very relevant to our mechanical engineering field, so I didn't bother you with it."
Li Hongde remained silent for a few seconds.
He works in mechanical engineering and isn't very familiar with computer science journals and conferences, but he's heard of the letters SIGKDD.
That's one of the top three academic conferences in computer science, with thousands of papers submitted worldwide each year, and an acceptance rate of less than 15%.
A freshman majoring in mechanical engineering, switching fields to submit his work to a top computer science conference.
And it was something that was "just put together on the spot".
Li Hongde picked up the thermos, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip, trying to use the hot water to wash away the indescribable feeling in his throat.
"Tell me anytime if you have any questions." He patted Lu Feng on the shoulder.
"I'm not good at computer science, but I can connect you with professors in that field. They have a wider network of contacts than I do."
"Thank you in advance, teacher."
"What are you thanking me for? You've already finished writing it, why are you thanking me?" Li Hongde waved his hand, turned and walked towards the inner office. After taking two steps, he stopped and turned back to add a sentence.
"Next time, at least let me know before you write."
He finished speaking and went into his office, the door closing with a soft, moderate sound.
Zhou Mingyuan squatted next to his workstation, holding half a tea egg in his hand, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Pengfei".
"Um?"
"I think my greatest achievement in this life is meeting my junior brother."
"No, Brother Zhou, try to think positively." Zhao Pengfei patted him on the back.
Lu Feng ignored the drama queens and turned around to process the gear vibration data that Zhou Mingyuan had uploaded to the shared drive yesterday.
After DataFairy completes the preprocessing, several frequency bands with abnormal peaks need to be manually labeled. This task is not difficult, but it requires patience.
Just as I was annotating the third set of data, my phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.
Lu Feng took it out and saw that it was a QQ message from Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei: "Bro, where are you???"
Zhang Wei: "University physics class!!! Professor Zheng has already started taking attendance!!!"
Lu Feng stared at the screen and blinked twice.
University physics? There's university physics today?
He quickly pulled up a screenshot of the class schedule on his phone and stared at the Wednesday morning section.
empty.
He clearly remembered that he came to the lab this morning because he didn't have any classes.
I swiped my finger across the screen twice, and a notification sent by the class representative yesterday evening popped up in the class group chat.
"Attention students, due to a temporary adjustment by the Academic Affairs Office, the Engineering Drawing class in the third and fourth periods this Wednesday morning will be swapped with the University Physics class in the first and second periods. Please be sure to attend class according to the new schedule and do not go to the wrong classroom."
Sent at 5:17 PM yesterday.
Lu Feng glanced at the sending time.
Yesterday afternoon at 5 p.m., he was explaining the Markov decision process to the modeling team in computer room 301, and his phone was on silent.
Back in my dorm that night, I buried myself in my thesis and didn't even look at the group messages.
Zhang Wei sent another message: "Old Lu, hurry up!! I called your name and said 'present' for you!!"
Lu Feng immediately stood up and grabbed his schoolbag.
Zhou Mingyuan saw his movement and looked up in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"My class has been rescheduled. I had a university physics class, but I forgot about it."
Zhou Mingyuan paused for a moment, then waved his hand.
"Then hurry up and go, we can handle the rest of the data."
Lu Feng pushed open the door and strode out.
I walked through the corridor of the laboratory building, went downstairs, and jogged across half of the campus.
University Physics.
He learned this stuff terribly in his previous life.
But that was in a previous life.
Now his mind is filled with fragments of knowledge from three giants: Newton, Tesla, and Riemann, as well as two half-finished cutting-edge technology blueprints.
University Physics?
come on.