Xu Ruixuan immediately endured the pain of the answer on Zhihu that was included in the high-quality answer, and had 28,000 likes.

This kind of repair to the sheep is actually not very meaningful.

Because this answer has already become popular with this hot topic.

Not only has it been reprinted on Zhihu itself many times, but it has also spread on Weibo.

Liu Cong originally wanted to delete the question he asked, but unfortunately, he did not have permission.

After two consecutive classes, the three of them acted very dull and did not dare to communicate in private, for fear that the old professor would find out, and care more about them, and would occasionally turn their heads to look at them, which was very embarrassing.

I would rather not care about these things.

Anyway, Professor Chen officially announced that he didn't have to listen to the class, so he turned on his own computer early, connected to WIFI with his account, and began to configure various applications according to his usage habits.

In the middle, Luo Xiang was concerned about where the computer came from indulgent tone.

No one disturbed me after one class.

Ten minutes between classes, the three masters in dormitory 302 have a few nicknames.

Luo Xiang was affectionately called the Dual Guess Brother, Liu Congxi was given the title of Matrix Brother. As for Mr. Xuan, the final producer of the answer was affectionately named the Self-Sustaining Brother.

"Young Master Xuan, listen to my brothers' advice, don't study self-conservation functions. Go to the professor to surrender yourself! If you don't surrender, you probably have to be autistic! By the way, have you seen autistic functions when you look up problems online?"

"That, I have never heard of autistic functions, there are closed functions, and the theory of real variable functions has talked about closed sets. For any arbitrary α∈R, the lower level set corresponding to function f {x|x∈ dom f;f(x)≤α} is closed set."

Ning Wei answered without even raising his head.

"God Master Ning, please don't make trouble!"

...

In the second class, the three of them finally couldn't help it and began to discuss how to surrender to the professor elegantly.

Although it is a big deal to be faced and not surrendering itself has no effect on their final exams. After all, no matter whether it is added or not, they have to look at Ning Wei. However, because of this, many children in the class cannot get credits, the sin will be great.

In my senior year, who would be willing to lose his health in the evening?

"Hey, so the professor can't stop the gods even when they read Zhihu."

Xu Ruixuan sighed.

Ning Wei, who had already configured the computer, finally couldn't help it and planned to mention these pretentious words.

"Actually, it's not necessarily the professor who read Zhihu. At noon today, Concubine Gong went to interview the professors. She also wrote a manuscript based on your answer, preparing to send out the voice of Luojia this afternoon. It seems that the manuscript was specially read for the professors and for Instructor Li to read. Do you understand?"

The three of them were silent for a while, and then a crisp "pop" sound was heard, and Luo Xiang slapped Liu Cong on the back of the head with a very small movement.

"You can show off? You know how to offer treasures? Brother Matrix, you can do whatever you want!"

Liu Cong raised his hand and touched his head. Because he didn't move much in class, he was not very hurtful, but there was no doubt that it was extremely insulting.

"I'll go, I'll tell her, the sound of Luojia must not be broadcast again!"

As he said that, Liu Cong took out his cell phone.

Open WeChat quickly without looking for address book or chat record interface, and directly top up the profile picture of Gong Xiaofei.

"School sister, then, our dormitory advocates low-keyness. You can just promote Ningwei vigorously. Don't take care of us!"

...

In class, when the three brothers in the bedroom were bombarded with sequelae after sequelae of pretending, Kong Mingde was looking at the application document Ning Wei handed over to him by Li Qiushi.

"Turbulence algorithm? It's interesting."

After carefully reading Ning Wei's introduction and conception, Kong Mingde thought about it for a while and then picked up the phone.

"Hey, Professor Lu, is it in the office or in the laboratory? Oh, that's right. I have a student here. I hope to get help with an experimental topic. I looked at his thoughts and your laboratory can help him. Now, I'll put down this old face and ask you to help me. In this way, I can't explain it clearly on the phone. I'll go there now, okay, it's about twenty minutes."

...

London, England.

Professor Ken has been a little anxious recently.

It was not because of the weather, although after a brief sunny day, London was once again shrouded in gloomy weather.

He is not satisfied with the school's efficiency.

Although he is also a well-known professor at Imperial College, it is necessary to pass the college to issue a formal interview invitation to a Chinese student who has not applied to the college.

The sponsorship opinions have been submitted for almost a week. Ning Wei's papers have been published in Nature and have not received any reply yet.

Ken was angry.

"Tell you, John, I like that kid. I think he is very close to me, so don't talk to me about the process. I hope that after you arrive at the college tomorrow, you will be able to send out a formal electronic invitation."

"Professor Ken, as you said, the formal invitation letter needs to be signed by Lord Planck to take effect, but he is still in the United States. Or you can have an informal interview first. If you can agree, I think Mr Planck has returned by that time."

"Why would I have to wait so long if it wasn't for being more sincere? Well, John, you guys won! If he didn't choose Imperial College in the end, I wouldn't blame him, because no smart man would be willing to deal with a bunch of idiots every day!"

Hearing this, the other person was silent for a moment, and then replied, "Yes, Professor Ken, of course I hope to catch up with your IQ one day, but that's really hard. But then I thought, having a smart person like you urge me every day is also a kind of encouragement. Of course, if one day I'm really as smart as you, maybe you'll no longer be Professor Ken, or I can call you Assistant Ken, just like you called me."

“Dududu…”

Well, that's expected.

It was really difficult for John to hang up the phone calmly and let a smart person with a lot of numerical formulas understand the importance of a formal process!

...

At Jiangcheng University, Kong Mingde has already sat in the school's software laboratory building.

This was once a national key laboratory, but unfortunately it was delisted for various reasons three years ago. However, the lean camel is bigger than a horse after all, and the equipment it deserves is still the leading one in China, but the person in charge has changed it.

With such great effort, there are naturally goals. Many people are holding back their energy, hoping that one day they can win back the lost honor.

Although it is difficult, hope must be achieved after all, maybe it will be realized?

"Old Kong, you are a good leader. For the sake of a student, you have to go there in person." Lu Changbin was brewing tea for Kong Mingde in front of the water dispenser, but he was teasing.

"Not an ordinary student, the School of Mathematics has produced an undergraduate student who has independently developed nature. Have you heard of it?"

"Of course, it's all spread. What do you mean, running for him?"

"What about that? It can be help or cooperation. After reading his project report, you will make a decision."
Chapter completed!