Xue Zhongkun's attention left Du Ke barely able to contain his excitement.
But his WeChat conversation with Zhu Huancong was far from pleasant.
Du Ke always felt that Zhu Huancong kept talking about personal details unrelated to academia on WeChat—asking where he had gone for undergraduate studies, how he had met Tao Xun and Chen Yang, how he had come up with electron flow theory, what he had done after graduation, and even how many people were in his family.
All in all, he came to one conclusion: "This Zhu Huancong isn't a researcher."
If Zhu Huancong had truly been devoted to research, he would have carefully discussed electron flow theory with him instead of conducting a background check. So Du Ke gradually stopped paying much attention to Zhu Huancong, taking half a day to reply with a few perfunctory "mm-hm"s or "yeah"s. The excitement he had initially felt over Academician Xue Zhongkun valuing him also slowly faded. He felt that if Academician Xue truly valued him, he would not have merely sent a doctoral student to talk with him.
Academician Xue Zhongkun should have spoken with him personally.
Of course, he did not wallow in self-pity over not being valued, nor did he declare that the young should not be looked down upon. On the contrary, he thought it was perfectly normal. The man was not only an academician, but also the vice president of Shuimu University and the dean of BUPT's Electronic Engineering Academy. He had mountains of work every day. Why should he show enthusiasm toward a stranger like him? In the end, electron flow theory had merely caught his eye a little.
"The road ahead is long and arduous. Give me another half year, and I'll publish the first ten papers in one go. By then,