Galton put down a document in his hand, picked up the document placed next to it, and turned his head slightly: "Where did this argument come from?"

The assistant who was packing other documents in the office heard this and came over to take a look.

There are many new papers included in the federal every year, and there are even more new arguments. The University of Continental gathers top geniuses from almost the world, and is rich in high-quality papers here.

Therefore, most of the papers received from major mathematics unions and universities in the outside world every year are not as good as those of the University of Continental.

This document is very thin, just an ellipse infinite solution to the L equation. The following is the argumentation process. It is a little weird if you are carried alone in this pile of new papers.

"On the other side of the Beijing University of Engineering," the assistant looked at the icon below and knew where it was. He looked back at the signature of the paper and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I haven't heard of this person's name, I'll check it."

"Academy of Engineering..." Galton narrowed his eyes slightly.

The assistant checked the signature of the paper, while Galton was reading the paper. As he guessed, it was indeed an infinite solution and the process was quite detailed.

It looks a bit weird overall.

Some formulas are concise, some are over-described, and some are vague...

Except for the final argumentation results, nothing else is rigorous, and some are not perfect. Perhaps because of these reasons, the impact factor of this paper is not particularly high.

Galton stared at several formulas with concise titles and fell into thought.

"Doctor, I found it," the assistant quickly searched Pei Xi's information. "I graduated from M University and returned to China two years ago. Her paper was submitted by the Beijing base and applied for a patent. Last November."

Galton looked at the information, thought for a while, put down the paper, and called Meng Fu.

"Teacher?" On the other end of the phone, the butler asked Meng Fu to go out for dinner. Meng Fu was already standing up and ready to leave the greenhouse.

Galton put down the paper in his hand, "Remember the puzzle set you wrote last year's argument?"

Meng Fu opened the door, walked out, and said vigilantly: "I have a fever recently."

Galton: “…”

"Hey, hey, the signal is not very good. Teacher, I'll hang up first..."

"I didn't ask you to write a second article," he held his forehead and gritted his teeth, "I'm asking if you have the manuscript?"

"Oh," Meng Fu closed the door and returned to calmness, "Where is Dean Li."

"Do you know miss-pei?" Galton continued to ask.

Meng Fu walked into the house and said slowly: "I don't know."

Not knowing each other, as Galton expected, it should be a coincidence that Meng Fu would not interact with people in this circle, but this coincidence made Galton feel strange.

Meng Fu's argument started writing at the end of September and early October, and Galton has information.

At that time, Galton had checked the database, but no one had proved the L equation, and the one in his hand came out in November.

Meng Fu wrote it before the other party.

Galton remembered this matter in his heart. It was not that he was suspicious, but that miss-pei was not well written. In the overall electronic draft that Meng Fu handed him over to him, the l equation proof was very perfect.

Galton originally wanted to take out her these alone, but now there is a miss-pei here. Although this miss-pei is not as perfect as Meng Fu, she applied in advance. Meng Fu's can be sent to SCI, but she cannot apply for a patent.

However, Galton did not intend to tell Meng Fu, because he was afraid that Meng Fu might be happier if he said that.

**

Here, Meng Fu was already having dinner with the Yang family at the dining table.

"Uncle, how are your legs doing recently?" Meng Fu picked up a chopstick dish and looked at Yang Lai.

The Yang family originally followed the style of Mrs. Duan when they were having dinner, and did not talk or speak. Now they were having fun and chatting casually.

Meng Fu lifted his legs and Mrs. Yang looked a little happy, "Doctor Qin invited the Miss Qiao, the one who took pictures of the emergency room with you. Your uncle's leg has been on the disease less and less recently. Although this miracle doctor Qiao is young, this silver needle is really used. Grandma also has some problems. Then, let Dr. Qiao take a look."

It just doesn't hurt anymore.

Meng Fu nodded, thinking about something, but she didn't listen later. It seemed that these were indeed effective for Yang Lai's legs.

Qiao Le has learned the essence.

"I have someone buy movie tickets, and I'm waiting for you to see it," Mrs. Yang said, and looked at Yang Hua and the others again. "Just A Fu's "Mutation 3", I didn't watch online spoilers. Today it has a box office of 800 million yuan. I heard that every cinema is full."

Mainly, there are too many movies during the Spring Festival, and Meng Fu's film schedule rate is as high as 50%, but the supply is still in short supply.

Several people talked about the movie.

Meng Fu put down the chopsticks and thought for a while, "I have to go back to school in the afternoon, there is something else."

"Are you so hurrying?" Mrs. Yang regretted, "Okay, when will I ask the driver to pick you up when I finish my work?"

After dinner, Meng Fu went directly to Beijing University.

Mrs. Yang took Jiang Xinchen to see the room upstairs. He was in high school and Mrs. Yang was worried that he lived outside. Yang Lai still wanted to train him, so it would be more convenient to live in the Yang family.

After several people went upstairs, Yang Lai looked at the butler, "Have you found Xinchen's teacher?"

"The head teacher who taught Miss Liufang before happened to be bringing new students. Mr. Jiang's student status has been transferred, right?" Butler Yang replied.

Yang Lai nodded, "I'll send his files to Baozhu. They will go to the movies later and take him to see the principal of No. 1 Middle School tomorrow."

**

Beijing University.

The perfume system is for seven days off during the Chinese New Year, mainly because the perfume system is from a large family.

There are many things to do during the Chinese New Year, such as sacrifices, family exchange meetings, and especially the seal of them.

Meng Fu came to Beijing University to look for Dean Li.

The Yang family's car took her to several bases divided by Jingda.

"Thank you." Meng Fu thanked the driver politely, then carried his backpack casually, pulled up the mask, and walked directly towards the Engineering Academy.

The driver of the Yang family glanced at the road sign next to the road—

【—>Front Engineering Academy】

【

He couldn't help but look at Meng Fu for a long time. He worked at the Yang family, so he naturally knew that Meng Fu seemed to be learning perfume.

At this time, there is no class on Building C, so why is Ms. Meng here?

The driver of the Yang family glanced at it, and there was a car behind it honking the horn. He looked at the rearview mirror, which was also a local black car. He quickly turned around, gave way to the black car, and drove back to the Yang family.

Most of the Engineering Academy have also been on holiday, and there are not many people at this time.

Meng Fu held her mobile phone and looked at WeChat. On WeChat, Duan Yan and Liang Si were asking her if she had returned to the capital.

Duan Yan: [Is the junior sister back?]

Liang Si: [Little Junior Sister, why don’t you speak out after you receive the red envelope?]

Meng Fu's face did not change his expression: [In seclusion filming.]

As soon as she returned, Dean Li's car was parked in his parking space. Both math geniuses liked to block time, "It just happened to be that with me to the office first."

Dean Li took a pile of documents to take Meng Fu into the office.

The Institute of Engineering is very large, covering an area of ​​nearly 2,000 square meters. There is a 30th floor of an experimental building in the middle. The dark glass reflects cold light.

In the elevator, there were a few people watching Dean Li get off the elevator and discussing together.

"Director Li is here today?"

"Who is that person next to him?"

"Is it that new honorary professor so young?"

"It doesn't look like the back."

There are not many female researchers and professors in the laboratory, there are only a few on the first floor, most of which are middle-aged professors, younger ones, and the ones that everyone is most familiar with is Pei Xi.

"Look at this." In the office, Dean Li's assistant and associate professor were not there, so Dean Li gave Meng Fu the sealed documents in his hand.

And took two tea cups and went outside to make tea.

The file is a bit thick.

When he came in, Meng Fu was already half over and was still "splitting".

Dean Li couldn't help but jump.

"The spiral thruster model," Dean Li put the cup in front of her, and simply stopped looking at her and told her the main content, "The two major support points in China this year are nuclear submarines. You know we have never liked fighting and killing, and their person in charge came to me. I didn't agree. The other is a space thruster, which is responsible for the space thruster project. When it progresses to the middle, I want to add a special team."

Aerospace models are all large mathematical formulas and complicated drawings, and require special calculation models to calculate errors. This calculation requires formulas to require someone to specifically calculate the model.

Dean Li read Meng Fu's analysis of the problem and knew that the knowledge in her mind now had completely surpassed what a doctor could master.

This is true, Dean Li has no temper.

It would be fine if he hadn't read Meng Fu's paper. Since he had read it, he would definitely want Meng Fu to participate.

Meng Fu turned to the end and looked at Dean Li. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Dean Li, "You can form your own team. The Rockets plan to launch on October 15th. You should know how important it is to participate in such a major project to a student's resume."

Dean Li finally gave Meng Fu a reason that he could not refuse: "This team includes not limited to freshman year."

Indeed, as Dean Li said, this resume is too rare for a student.
To be continued...