There was dead silence on the phone.
Old Yu and Tao Ran didn't speak.
Let's be civilized, with flushed faces and spring eyebrows.
Both of them have similar feelings. They have been studying for a lifetime, and they are directly killed at the age of 18. You say that you are 18 centimeters. Nezha essence
"It was really written by the three mentors?" Old Thief Yu asked again impatiently. The psychological shadow area this time is a bit large, and he doesn't want to ask for it.
On the other side of the phone, Tao Ran's heart was also tumbling, and he said dumbly, "Yes... and it was Master Qin who wrote the..."
"Good boy!" After so many minutes, Elder Yu's mood finally eased up. He smiled bitterly with relief: "Good thing, good thing..."
"Congratulations to No. 1 Xiu University, these three mentors will definitely be the pillars of SRC in the future!"
Tao Ran choked on hearing this.
No... Mr. Yu, you're a bit inauthentic...
Why did it belong to SRC? Are there too many steps you omitted
This person has not left the job, even if he resigned, you will not exist as the First Cultivator? Okay, yes, you are someone who can fight with the two principals, but... we don't want to let go...
It's a place for learning, how can this reader's heart be so dirty...
Not daring to say it, pretending not to hear this topic, Tao Ran asked with a light cough, "Then Mr. Yu, this paper... look..."
"This paper definitely has the potential to be one of the top ten papers of the year." Before he could finish, Academician Yu said firmly: "I know that the first major is hot right now, so many eyes are on you. Only when something comes out can you hold back the mouths on the outside. Your luck is really good. At the most suitable time, the most suitable results have appeared. "
"Wait for my news."
Daishan, Academician Yu hung up the phone after saying this. Looking at the busy traffic outside, I sincerely sighed: "It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves... If you don't work harder, the front waves will be unable to keep the front waves."
"You actually found the key to my project, and I got this love. Then... let's open the door after that."
He narrowed his eyes and opened Momo, found a number and clicked the voice directly.
"Director Yao. Are you there?"
If it is someone else, such as a contributor, the answer at this moment must be: "If you have something to say, you are busy, and the manuscript will be sent to the submission box. Don't ask if you are there."
However, Momo's side was quiet for less than a second, and a facial expression came out immediately, it was a smiling shitty yellow villain, and the editor-in-chief Yao's voice immediately sounded: "Academician Yu, hello, I have kept you waiting for a long time. . Is there anything I can do to help?"
Academician Yu's words were obviously more rude, and the politeness was avoided and went straight to the subject. Don't ask if the other party is busy now: "Is the fourth edition set for next week?"
Because no need. He knew very well that no matter how busy the other party was, he would definitely say he was free.
Huh? Is the old man still full of confidence? Is it okay to find presence in others? Why did the old man shut himself up just now...
"It has been decided..." "Please cancel."
Editor-in-Chief Yao: "..."
See what the editor-in-chief has in his hand? cell phone right
I fell! The editor-in-chief didn't want to talk to you, and rolled his eyes at you.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was suspicious of life. After three seconds of silence, Chief Editor Yao smiled and said, "Elder Yu, this is... Are you going to publish a paper?"
No nonsense, a wPS file was sent directly. A voice line is attached: "This paper will be published in the newspaper next week, with a single edition. I have confirmed all the arguments, and it is feasible. You are ready to adjust the layout."
Yanjing, the headquarters of Xingxing Weekly, the editor-in-chief Yao opened the document. If Academician Yu wants to publish a paper, except for a few people, the others have nothing to say, and the single edition is not controversial. However, as soon as he glanced at the paper, he pushed up his glasses in shock.
On the cause, development, and possibility of the variation of Yin spirits.
First Author: Qin Ye, Instructor of the First Cultivation Great Practical Combat Department.
The second author: Su Feng and Lin Han, the instructors of the First Cultivation Major Practical Combat Department.
"It's not from Academician Yu?" He was stunned: "Qin Ye? I've never heard of the name before, it's a single edition? Academician Yu is helping his apprentice? This is too much, isn't it?"
It's not that he looks down on anyone. Academic things are built on time. No one has ever become famous in obscurity. Long-term experiments and carefully crafted words. If a person can achieve these two points, even if he does not write a paper, he is still practicing. Jie Slightly has a bad name, and it is absolutely impossible that he has not heard of it.
As for Qin Ye, the name was so unfamiliar that it was going to be an exclusive edition. Why
With this curiosity, he looked carefully.
In a minute, his frowning brows have been stretched out.
Three minutes later, he gasped, holding the phone tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on it.
For other inferior papers on the Internet, the fourth edition cannot be left blank. Now that we have it, it must be published... I will transfer the three hundred spirit stones you sent to your account. Prepare yourself mentally. "
Before Dr. Lowe could answer, he hung up. For some reason, he picked up Qin Ye's paper and read it again.
Again, again, three times in a row. He finally let go. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed with emotion, and then grabbed the phone without hesitation.
"Hello, is this Principal Xu?"
Qin Ye didn't know all of this, but at this moment, he was celebrating the completion of the thesis with Su Feng, Lin Han, and ten other classmates.
We conquered the big hurdle of academic papers together, cultivated a firm revolutionary friendship, and endured hard for 20 days. Now it seems that I have broken free from the shackles of my body, and my body and mind are light and happy.
In a club in the school, the atmosphere was already in full swing. Su Feng stood up with a red face and a cup: "Brothers, come and come, let's toast together, and celebrate the years we spent writing papers together!"
"Respect for the paper!" "Respect for the damn paper!" "Respect for the paper I don't want to see again!" "Respect for all the brothers who put their names on the paper!" "Thank you, mentors, for giving us this opportunity!"
"Go!!" Everyone emptied their wine glasses in a loud voice like venting. Qin Ye also smiled and cheered. When I put down the wine glass, I watched the surrounding to push the glass for a change, and I felt a little more relaxed in my heart.