"What are you thinking?" The voice rang in his ear pulled back Jiang Fuyue's drifting thoughts.
"nothing."
Xie Dingyuan glanced at her, "Have you considered taking the road of scientific research?"
Jiang Fuyue said truthfully: "Think about it, but haven't decided."
The man raised his eyebrows: "So, you have other plans."
The girl didn't respond, but at this time, silence means acquiescence.
After being reborn, Jiang Fuyue has too many things to do, she is not sure if she can calm down like Xie Dingyuan and focus on research.
"That's right," the man nodded, "You are still young and have too many choices."
"What about you?" Jiang Fuyue suddenly turned her head.
"What?"
"Have you always been so determined?" Choose scientific research firmly, and move forward on this road.
"No. I didn't decide what to do in the future until I was in college. So you are still early, don't rush..."
Jiang Fuyue pursed her lips and hummed lightly.
I used to think this man was an iceberg of ten thousand years, but later I thought he was a volcano under the iceberg. Now... it's more like a bowl of chicken soup.
It was getting late, and it was blocked until sunset and dusk before finally arriving.
The car stopped at the gate of Jiang's villa, Jiang Fuyue took the bag, said thank you, and was about to get off the car.
Suddenly, "It's my third sister who is here today." The man said suddenly.
Jiang Fuyue was taken aback for a moment: "I know."
At that time, she heard Xie Dingyuan calling for someone.
"Cough... the one with my third sister is her friend."
"... Oh." Jiang Fuyue didn't know why he said this to herself, oh, it should be right
"Aren't you curious?"
"Didn't you say everything just now?" Is there any need to be curious
"I mean-"
Jiang Fuyue waited seriously for the next sentence: "What does it mean?"
The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes showed frustration: "... Forget it."
Jiang Fuyue looked puzzled: "Then I'll go back first?"
"Well. At half past seven tomorrow, I'll wait for you here."
"good."
…
At this time, in Northwest Tingzhou, a round of red sun was slowly sinking, and finally sank into the horizon.
The world suddenly darkened, and night fell slowly.
A research institute located in the yellow sand was also lit up, and the brick-red exterior walls and blue-tiled eaves were vaguely discernible.
In a laboratory on the third floor.
Assistant Zhong Hao carefully put a document on the desktop, took half a step back, and then glanced at the straight and indifferent figure on the wheelchair, with a complicated expression.
"Professor Ming, the old leader asked me to bring it here, why don't you take a look at it?"
"I said before, no apprentices, no students." The man's brows and eyes were mild, but his tone was very tough.
"This is the list of IPhO gold medal winners this year. Huaxia has four gold medals and one silver medal. One of the girls won a special award. The old leader said that she is a very good seed. The physics departments of Q University and B University are rushing to get it..."
"You don't need to say more," Mingyu interrupted, "It's still the same sentence, I don't take students with me."
"But the old leader..."
"I'll explain it myself."
"No need, I'll come over now and listen to your explanation." An old man with white beard and hair appeared at the door of the laboratory at some time, with a loud voice and hale eyes.
Zhong Hao lowered his head and called softly: "Old Hong."
"Well, let me tell him."
Zhong Hao backed away, giving up the seat next to the wheelchair, and the old man stepped forward, slightly bent his knuckles, and tapped lightly on the document.
"These are very talented children. If you cultivate them well, they will be our successors in the future."
Ming Yu: "I know."
"and you… "
"Mr. Hong, you think too highly of me. I don't have the patience to guide the students. Let other colleagues come."
"Last year you said the same thing, and this year it's the same excuse. Ming Yu and we are not young anymore. If we don't have a successor, if we close our eyes, dust will return to ashes, dust will return to dust, and nothing will be left behind. Our own It’s just one life, nothing to regret, but have you thought about how much loss it would be to the country without it?”
It is not easy to train a scientific researcher, excellent scientific researcher is even rarer, and there is no one in a million who can provoke the national defense like Ming Yu.
It's a pity that the person in the wheelchair is still indifferent, looking straight ahead, his pupils with blue-gray shadows are indifferent and inhuman.
Seeing this, Mr. Hong sighed deeply, with regret and grief in his eyes, as well as a hint of helplessness: "Ah Yu, it's been twenty years, why can't you get out?!"
"Who said I didn't come out?" The man's voice was clear and his expression was normal.
Mr. Hong watched him grasp the wheelchair's right hand, the knuckles were already turning blue and white.
"That's all," he shook his head, "Leave the information of these four students first, it's up to you to read it or not, and I will reply tomorrow."
Although he knew it was impossible for him to agree, Mr. Hong still had a faint hope, and it would be good to delay for a day, what if he changed his mind
After finishing speaking, the old man left with his hands behind his back, his back bent.
"Zhong Hao, put your things away."
"...Yes." Zhong Hao stepped forward, ready to take the folder away, when a piece of A4 paper suddenly fell out from inside, he quickly picked it up, ready to put it back.
Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out in front of him: "Give it to me."
"Ah?" Zhong Hao was a little confused, he swallowed nervously when he met Ming Yu's gray pupils, "Do you... want to see?"
Ming Yu still kept reaching out his hand: "Yes."
He was about to pass the whole folder over.
Ming Yu shook his head: "Just that one."
"Okay, okay." Zhong Hao immediately delivered it to him.
The man took it, put it on his lap, pulled out a cassette from the side of the wheelchair, and took out the correction lenses specially made for him inside.
He can't wait to put it on the bridge of his nose.
From Zhong Hao's perspective, he actually saw the professor's slightly trembling hands when he was wearing glasses.
Because of that paper
He couldn't help but glanced at it, it seemed to be a student's answer sheet, each question had written steps, and the sheet looked clean and tidy, pleasing to the eye.
Ming Yu's fingers gently stroked each number above, and his body began to tremble with changes visible to the naked eye.
And the look in his eyes at this moment...
How to describe it
Zhong Hao has been with him for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen the professor showing such a bewildered side.
Like a lost child who suddenly finds a way, but is not sure whether it is the right way or where it leads to—
Is the road ahead bright? Or the abyss of despair
Zhong Hao panicked: "Professor? What's wrong with you?! Don't scare me..."
"Who does this answer sheet belong to?" Ming Yu gritted his teeth, trying his best to suppress the excitement coming from the depths of his soul, and paused every word.
Zhong Hao immediately flipped through the file folder, and searched through it: "I found it! Jiang Fuyue! That candidate's name is Jiang Fuyue."
"Give me her information."
Zhong Hao pulled it out and handed it to him: "Do you need my help..."
Although there are special lenses, Ming Yu's eyes are still not clear enough. Usually, whether he is reading a paper or writing a report, Zhong Hao is always on the side to help.
Usually Ming Yu would not refuse.
But this time—
"No, I'll do it myself!"
Jiang Fuyue... 18 years old... A third-year student of Linnan No. 1 Middle School in Linhuai City...
"Why is it only eighteen? How could it be only eighteen?!" Ming Yu shook his head, his eyes that were originally full of hope were instantly filled with despair.
"Yes, and pictures! Give me the pictures—"
"Professor Ming, the photo is on the second page..."
The man turned over with a swipe, his pupils constricted, he was disappointed.
Not the face in memory, not her...
But why are the handwritings so similar
No, it's not "like", it's exactly the same!
When she writes trigonometric function symbols such as sin and cos, there will be unique fancy ligatures, which is related to the English fonts she practiced since she was a child.
In the past, he joked: "If I were a test paper teacher, I could recognize this test paper as yours at a glance, would that count as cheating?"
She snorted softly: "I don't need you to turn on the water, I can be right, believe it or not?"
Of course he believed it!
How can you not believe it
She is Lou Mingyue!
A genius with an outstanding IQ, the heir to the Lou family who can do everything best!
"Professor Ming? Professor Ming?!"
Ming Yu snapped back to his senses, and in the next second, raised his eyes suddenly: "I want all the information on this girl!"
Zhong Hao looked embarrassed: "Professor, the authority of the database is in the hands of Mr. Hong, I can't move it..."
"Then go find Mr. Hong!"
"But Mr. Hong was very angry just now, I'm worried..." It's not that easy.
"You tell him that I agree to accept this girl, but only if I need to know more about her."
"You promised to accept students?!" Zhong Hao's eyes were shocked, and he almost jumped up in the next second, "I, I will go to find Mr. Hong now, he will definitely be crazy!"
After finishing speaking, he rushed out of the laboratory.
Ming Yu was sitting in a wheelchair, gently stroking the answer sheet with his fingers, as if facing the love of his life, his eyes were full of tenderness and obsession...
"Mingyue, is that you?"
"You are finally back… "
While murmuring, a drop of tear fell on the rolled surface, making a thud, and the moisture gradually faded away...
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