Haha! Awesome! (Bonus chapter for alliance leader Shiyanti Jungui)

Chapter 39: Haha! Awesome! (Bonus chapter for alliance leader "Shiyanti Jungui")

Zhang Yuan felt puzzled. Did his old man really have so many fan girls? That shouldn't be right; he didn't engage in social activities at all and only gained a bit of fame after winning a first-place prize. Could the country be promoting him heavily?

He smiled and said, "It's not what you think... I'm leaving Earth soon, so where would I find the time for such things? Just let your sister get along well with your brother-in-law."

"Leaving Earth?" Han Ziyue drew out her tone, a hint of shock appearing on her face: "Could it be that you are also one of the five hundred thousand?"

Zhang Yuan nodded.

"How annoying!"

Han Ziyue pouted, her expectations completely dashed: "So that's how it is. No wonder you didn't treat ten million as money! I was originally planning to latch onto a rich guy, but I didn't expect you to have already donated your entire fortune. You might even be poorer than me..."

Hearing her state her goal of "latching onto a rich guy" so bluntly, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but wonder if girls these days were really this bold.

She shook her little head, seemingly talking to herself: "Sigh, I hope I don't have to pay for this meal, though it wouldn't be the end of the world..."

"You'll have to think about how to compensate my empty, disappointed heart. Either come back to the dorm and help me fix my computer; astronauts should at least know how to fix things, right?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned, "Don't worry, I can still afford to pay for a meal. As for fixing things, fixing computers..."

Did "fixing computers" have some kind of hidden subtext?

Seven o'clock in the evening, office building.

"Professor Wang, Zhang Yuan is quite a talented individual and is very articulate. I think once we're on the spaceship, we could consider having him do some administrative work for me. His major is also quite suitable... especially regarding research into New Civilization History, which requires such talent."

"How could that be?"

Professor Wang refused righteously: "High-IQ talent should be doing academic research. Why waste time on management!"

The middle-aged man, who looked like a soldier, laughed: "It still depends on his personal wishes. Besides, what kind of results can one really achieve doing scientific research on a spaceship?"

Wang Zhong thought for a moment and sighed: "Ma Tao, just take care of the kid a little; there's no need for special treatment. To build a new civilization, the atmosphere cannot be skewed from the start. The smaller the environment, the easier it is for messy, unspoken rules to form. We cannot let that start!"

Captain Ma sighed, "That's true."

"Not doing administrative management is actually fine; he'll have plenty of time for hibernation. At least... there's a possibility of seeing the new sun after the year 3000."

He spoke slowly, as if lamenting something: "Like our previous captains, there's a high probability they will die of old age on the road. They won't see the mother star of the future."

The long, arduous journey—three thousand years. No one knew if this spaceship would actually reach its destination.

"I wish you all good luck!"

"Let's hope so."

After seeing off Captain Ma, Wang Zhong finally had the time to settle down and do some of his own work.

Professor Wang was getting on in years; his thinking wasn't as sharp as the young people's, and his speed at learning new knowledge had slowed down significantly. However, reading some of his students' papers should still be within his capabilities.

He was currently reading the paper Zhang Yuan had sent him.

His brows furrowed and smoothed out by turns.

How should he put it regarding this paper?

First of all, it committed the mistake beginners often make: it was too wordy. Some very obvious conclusions didn't need long-winded padding, as if the author were afraid the industry insiders wouldn't understand.

Furthermore, there were issues with the structural hierarchy; the primary and secondary points weren't very clear, failing to highlight the theme he wanted to express.

Of course, these were just details, not major flaws. It would only take a day or two to fix them.

Setting those issues aside, the logic of the entire proof was actually very clear, and the classification and argumentation process was quite rigorous.

He wanted to find a loophole, but he actually felt at a loss as to where to start.

"A truly beautiful piece of work!"

After spending three hours reading the entire paper, Wang Zhong was increasingly satisfied with his grand-student.

As a mathematician, he found the entire process of mathematical proof to be brilliant, providing a sense of refreshing satisfaction.

This kind of aesthetic appreciation for mathematics was something every renowned mathematician should possess.

However, because it wasn't in his professional field, whether this paper had actual value or could be published remained an unknown.

"Every trade has its master; I don't know if there's any innovation here."

He decided to check for plagiarism first.

Professor Wang uploaded the paper to a professional platform, and a number popped up on the webpage: "Paper similarity ratio: 2.33%"

A very acceptable similarity rate.

The similarity existed due to the algorithm of the paper database; certain professional terminology would always overlap slightly with other papers.

After writing down some suggestions for revision, Wang Zhong stood up from his seat, stretched his body, and prepared to go consult some experts in informatics or mechanical engineering.

One benefit of being older was having students all over the world, spread across every industry. Thus, Professor Wang had extensive connections and knew experts in almost every field.

"Oh, it's already ten o'clock. Forget it, forget it."

Thinking it over, he felt bad about disturbing others' rest, so Wang Zhong simply sent an email asking industry insiders to comment on the paper.

"A paper written by Professor Wang's student, sent to me—could it be in the field of mechanical engineering?"

"Is it a newly recruited undergraduate?"

Facing this elderly man who was over eighty yet still fighting on the front lines, Lin Wenda felt a great deal of admiration. It was extremely rare for an undergraduate's paper to require his consultation, so he had to show some respect regardless.

However, Lin Wenda currently had projects on his hands, and amidst his busy schedule, he couldn't spare much time to review the paper.

He casually forwarded the paper to the students under his supervision, asking them to take a look first. If it were something mediocre, there would be no need to waste his own time.

In his mind, they were already graduate students; surely reviewing an undergraduate paper would be a piece of cake?

"...The professor is always like this, making me do these boring little tasks. Editing a paper—it couldn't be written by some newbie, forcing me to rewrite the whole thing, could it?"

Wang Lili was watching a movie with her boyfriend when she suddenly received the message, and she couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

The life of a graduate student was just that miserable; one often had to help the professor with miscellaneous chores.

Her advisor was actually considered decent; the tasks given were within the scope of her duties, with no menial labor like running errands or mailing packages, nor would he arbitrarily delay a student's graduation, and there were certainly no dramatic incidents involving unspoken rules.

Anyway, once this period passed, it would be over.

"If I go for a PhD later, I'll have to be a beast of burden for so many more years!"

Thinking about it made her not want to study anymore.

But for the sake of her future, she still had to endure the suffering.

She casually clicked on the paper, but when she saw the title and the name "Zhang Yuan" in the author column, Wang Lili suddenly felt her heart bloom with joy.

Haha!

Awesome!