"It's hard to explain over QQ. A lot of mathematical symbols can't be typed out." Shen Qi sent a message, feeling reassured. If the editor was discussing the paper's details with him, that meant it had a chance of being published.
The editor replied, "How about this? Let me know when you're free, and we can meet to talk."
Shen Qi said, "I can meet this afternoon."
The editor asked, "There's a small building next to Sun Yat-sen University's Mathematics Department. That's where the Mathematical Innovation Herald editorial office is. Can you come by?"
"See you soon," Shen Qi replied.
Shen Qi left the school library, told Zhang Wanbang he was heading out, and went to Sun Yat-sen University to discuss his paper with the editor.
He took the subway to the university's main campus and headed toward the Mathematics Department.
He was quite familiar with Sun Yat-sen University. Its humanities, science, and medicine programs were all strong, making it the best university in the local area and the Lingnan region.
There was a small building next to the Mathematics Department. This was it—the Mathematical Innovation Herald editorial office.
Shen Qi entered the building and sat in the reception area on the first floor. He messaged the editor: "I'm here, on the first floor. I'm the one in the blue school uniform."
The editor replied, "..."
Shen Qi replied, "..."
The editor asked, "You're not a high school math teacher, but a high school student?"
"That's right."
Twenty seconds later, a young man came hurrying down from the second floor. He looked to be in his late twenties, not quite thirty, with a fashionable hairstyle and handsome features.
When he saw Shen Qi in his Nangang Second High School uniform, the man was surprised for a moment, then suddenly understood.