Late at night, in the dormitory.
Song He was busy writing a mathematical paper, his fingers flying across the keyboard. This was the work Wang Taichu had said had to be finished tonight.
The Jinling Institute of Technology team was also racing against time, but they were probably out of chances. Once this paper was published, the Space Window-Cleaning Bug's work would come to an end!
A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Once the paper was published, the people at Jinling Institute of Technology would probably generate quite a bit of Resentment Value, right?
His phone vibrated. A new message.
Fan Tao: "Bad news. The editor of 'Nature' replied and rejected the paper. They want us to provide an English manuscript of Song He Su. Otherwise, they won't consider publishing it."
Song He's mood instantly darkened.
Of the three lofty, world-class journals, both "Cell" and "Nature" had rejected him. Only "Science" remained. What would he do if "Science" rejected him too?
It seemed that submitting a Chinese paper to a top journal was harder than he had expected.
Song He suddenly felt that he might have been a little naive.
The three top journals had a status comparable to that of the Supreme God. They accepted only world-class achievements and had every right to be arrogant. Why would they make an exception for Song He Su?
How could so many years of established rules and conventions be broken so easily?
He was just about to reply when a phone call suddenly came in.
It was Veronica's number!
Song He was puzzled. After he had rejected this foreign woman last time, she had tactfully stopped calling for a long while. He had assumed she had given up. Why was she calling again now?
After all, Chenghuang Company