Lan Ze suppressed his eagerness to make a move and changed the subject: "You won't teach your brother anymore. Are you short of money?"

"No shortage. Mr. Feng has arranged a job for me. There will be a mathematical modeling competition next semester, and he wants me to go to the School of Engineering to lead a team for them. Although my skills are not that good, for the sake of money..."

That competition seems to be a world-scale one, open to university engineering students from all over the world.

But the best universities in the world are basically all in China. And in China, because there are so many people, there is no competition that is not fierce.

Another thing is that the engineering students in China have always been strong. Lan Ze is a professor at the School of Biological Sciences, recruiting graduate students majoring in design, and he also likes engineering students.

"You also know that your level is not that good?"

"That's not Mr. Feng asking everyone who has experience in competitions..."

"Do you have experience in modeling competitions?"

“…football tournament experience.”

When it comes to football, Xiaomai has been playing in the youth national competition since he was six or seven years old, and was selected for the National Youth Training Camp. He has more than ten years of playing experience, and has competed in half of China in the north (the south does not like playing football). He has never seen any big scenes.

?He even has assistant coach qualifications.

Later he stopped playing because the mutation carrier was not compatible with confrontational sports.

The wheat has matured and needs to avoid risks.

"You have to make it clear to Teacher Feng." Lan Ze felt that this was really outrageous and a headache.

"I said it was football! You don't know what the scene was like at that time. Mr. Feng said, great, they are all group projects, it's a match made in heaven, then it's you."

Feng Chuan can really make such a decision. He is serious by nature. Therefore, he is also serious when he comes.

"Then...what's the historical record of the Engineering College?"

"The feeling of heartbeat."

Wheat dipped his chopsticks into the soup and drew an electrocardiogram curve. Lanze and Xiaoxiao understood it immediately. The peaks jumped up and down, but the rest was unremarkable.

"Mr. Feng is very resentful about this competition. When it was his turn, he sent his proud disciple to lead the team. It would be better for other teachers to just send a graduate student there."

"He's not the peak player? Who is the peak player?" Lan Ze looked at the scrawled electrocardiogram and felt strange: Years with great results would still reappear in cycles.

"There is no peak at all. It looks like a peak, but it is actually caused by the competition classification. Every time I fall to Group B, I rush all the way back to Group A. I hang around in Group A and slowly drop back to Group B with points deducted.

"

"In other words, the performance is particularly stable every year?"

"Yeah. It's possible that Mr. Feng thinks that whoever he sends will lose his people. It's better to..." Xiaomai used chopsticks to pull out a large piece of sea cucumber and threw it into his mouth. "Anyway, I'm from the Conservatory of Music."

"Well, Old Man Feng sent you to mislead people and harm the Engineering College." Lan Ze understood.

"Who said that? I didn't say that. Mr. Feng didn't say that he meant that either." Mai immediately denied it.

"Dad," Xiaoxiao asked, "aren't you very good at engineering modeling? Didn't you participate in this competition when you were in school?"

"Me? Feng Chuan and I have only been together for more than two years, and I already got a doctorate."

"Dad is awesome, mighty and domineering, and you are worthy of being a dad." Xiaomai said irresponsibly.

Lan Ze couldn’t laugh or cry:

"Would you like to think about how you will end up?"

"Otherwise," Xiaomai said with a smile, "can you take some time to help me tutor the contestants from the School of Engineering?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Every wrongdoer has his own debtor. At the dinner table, Lan Ze put down his chopsticks and contacted Feng Chuan.

Teacher Feng was free, so he immediately paid attention to his disciple. But... after not saying a few words, Lan Ze gave up.

He picked up the chopsticks again and sighed: "Old man Feng passed the report and it has been filed. Just wait until you die."

"It's okay. Mr. Feng said that if my results in the competition were too poor, he would take me out of the music school directly. If the team reaches the top five, he will wait until I get the tuner position before studying for his Ph.D."

Boss Feng is very capable of robbing people directly! Lan Ze understands this very well.

"Brother, you have no pressure." Xiaoxiao smiled and shook his head, looking for wet wipes to wipe his baby's face.

"How can there be no pressure?" said Xiaomai. "If I had a choice, I would like to study for a few more years. And there will be bonuses for the top five. The team leader and team members will share equally. The so-called equal share is half the team leader and half the students."

"Who stipulated this? It's so fucking unfair." Lan Ze instinctively put himself in the student's shoes.

"School leaders."

"Because you can't get the prize no matter what the rules are?" the rebellious young man Lan Ze continued to complain.

"No. In some schools, a few students can provide more than a dozen team leaders."

"Oh... what about you? How many team leaders are there?"

"You all said that I went to the Engineering College to bring trouble. Isn't it enough for one person? I only get one salary, and I save money for the Engineering College."

Lan Ze at least figured out one thing: Maimai will be paid during this period, so he will not be short of money.

As for the students from the School of Music, how could they pass the three-way competition in the School of Science, School of Engineering, and the University City when they applied to be the team leader of the School of Engineering’s modeling competition? He didn’t know how Boss Feng did it...

In all likelihood, Feng Chuan's method cannot be copied by others. After all, his name is a golden sign. Anyone can believe whatever he says.

This modeling competition is just a competition for undergraduate students. It may not be suitable for Feng Chuan to send high-level disciples. As the team leader, language expression ability is much more important than mathematical level; and mathematical modeling in engineering is really not necessarily suitable.

What level is required.

Lan Ze also has a deep understanding of this.

He is good at modeling. Most of his brothers have higher professional standards than him, but they don't like to visit each other.

With a solid foundation, you can shamelessly visit more laboratories and look at other people's work. Starting from optimizing mathematical models, you can easily grow into a modeling master.

There were many things that I was unaware of at the time. Many years later, when I look back, the causes and consequences of development and changes are clear at a glance. Lanze believes that mathematical modeling has traces to follow, and talents can be cultivated in batches.

Some of the graduate students he brought out specialize in engineering modeling.

However, it is Xiaomai's responsibility to lead the team in the competition, and it has nothing to do with his father. Maybe Feng Chuan or his old friends from the engineering school are trying to figure him out, but he really doesn't have that spare time.

At most, give Wheat a hint or two.

In the past few years, Xiaomai was able to take a bunch of younger brothers and sisters to learn mathematics and help them build a knowledge system. There is no problem with his basic teaching ability at all. If he can't bring out a few decent modeling players despite the tips, then this

My son is a waste.

"Hey, what do you think when you see your three nephews?" Lan Ze asked Xiaomai, pointing at the three babies.

Xiaomai stared at it carefully for a while:

"...the little kid eats so little."

"Your brother has a son, and where is your girlfriend!" The old father hated iron.

"Oh, not interested."

"Then what are you interested in?" The old father was worried that this child was abnormal.

Regardless of whether it is an abnormal brain, abnormal body, or abnormal orientation, it is not normal to not have a girlfriend.

"I raise a dog. Originally, Lan Shu was here, and I took care of Lan Shu, and Lan Shu took care of the dog. We each performed our responsibilities and worked together. Now, aren't I used to it? I'm quite busy too. Xiao Hei needs to be walked twice a day.

Go out for at least half an hour at a time.”

"Oh~~ah...oh!" said a baby.

"My nephew said I was right."
Chapter completed!