Tech Hammer

Jiang University, several colleges.

Li Qiushi is still organizing files in the office.

Whenever it is time to send away a group of students, it is often the busiest time for counselors.

Suddenly his phone rang. Li Qiushi took a look and found that it was a message pushed by Weibo. The person he focused on had posted on Weibo.

His Weibo was also specially registered during the Chinese New Year because of Ning Wei's incident, and he originally followed Ning Wei alone.

Later, when he had nothing to do, he browsed through the comments section of Ning Wei's Weibo. He accurately identified several of his students and followed them. Apart from Ning Wei, there were seven others, all of whom he could match. No.

Then he found that it was quite interesting to silently watch the Weibo content posted by these children as a bystander, and it allowed him to understand the psychological dynamics of these children, so he did not delete the software.

There are still only a few people following him, probably all arranged by the system.

This is normal. He has never posted on Weibo, but the children he follows are not related to each other...

Well, actually this is better. Anyway, he just wanted to see what these kids were thinking in the dark.

After casually opening Weibo, Li Qiushi saw what Ning Weifa had posted.

For a counselor from a 985 university, his English is naturally not too complicated, and he can probably understand the content, and then be stunned.

No wonder mathematics papers were published in Nature again and again. Li Qiushi thought this was Ning Wei reciprocating the favor, but it turned out that there were so many stories in it.

This Ning Wei really doesn’t tell anything to him, the counselor!

But as soon as the idea came to him, he suddenly realized that even if he told him about it, there seemed to be nothing he could do. There's no way he, a little counselor, can influence a world-class mathematician...

I couldn't help but feel ashamed. It was a good thing I didn't tell him.

To be honest, he is a counselor who is helpless and seems to be quite shameless.

My mind was a little confused, and the phone suddenly rang.

When he saw it, it was Kong Mingde calling, and Li Qiushi quickly answered the phone.

"Hey, Dean Kong, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. Principal Du just talked to me on the phone. Isn't Ning Wei going to speak as the outstanding graduate representative of Jiangnan University at the graduation ceremony? Principal Du wants you to contact Ning Wei's parents to see if they have any It’s time to attend this graduation ceremony and witness your child’s graduation. If you are willing to come, the school can reimburse you for the round-trip ticket and other travel expenses.”

"Okay, okay, I'll find out Ning Wei's information later. I'm a little late today, so I'll call him tomorrow to ask about the situation."

"Well, then you can make it clear that if it is inconvenient for the employer to ask for leave, the school will need to coordinate with the employer or issue a certificate or something."

"Don't worry, Dean Kong, I know this."

"Oh, by the way, don't tell Ning Wei about this yet. Give the little guy a surprise."

"Haha, I understand. It's hard to tell him this now. Today this guy posted a Weibo, and I found out why the previous paper was not published in the Journal of the Mathematical Society. He is full of fighting spirit! "

"Huh? Is there anything else about this? Is it the paper where the second author wrote Lu Dongyi?"

"Yes, yes, that's the article. Looking at Ning Wei's Weibo, the reason why it was not published in mathematics journals was because a respected Professor Flender insisted on not passing it. Ning Wei then switched to "Nature", and then pass."

"Is there such a thing? I knew that giving the second game to that Lu Dongyi would be bad. In this case, I don't have a Weibo thing. You can take a screenshot of Ning Wei's Weibo and send it to me via WeChat. "

"Okay, Dean Kong."

…

Princeton, USA.

Because of the time difference, the time here is 13 hours earlier than in China.

It was already nearly 10:30 in the evening on April 30th, Chinese time. More than an hour had passed since Ning Wei posted that Weibo post, but it was just the beginning of the day here.

It was early morning and the sun was just right.

Although today is Saturday, Lucason Friend is walking around the school of mathematics on campus as usual.

This has always been his habit. He likes to walk on campus and greet every energetic student he meets with a smile, which makes him feel much younger.

He especially enjoyed the students who recognized him and greeted him with a hint of admiration. What a nice kid.

Therefore, he never minded giving two questions to the students holding the exercise books, and then watching them say goodbye to him politely.

Who doesn't like to be respected?

Because it was a rest day, there were not many students who got up early, but many young and beautiful figures could still be seen on campus.

After saying hello to these energetic figures, he could slowly walk around to his office in the school's Institute for Advanced Study.

He was actually in a pretty good mood today.

Although some things may not be undone, the annoying person was wise after all and took the money to resign, which was an explanation for what happened before.

His group is now on the right path. Maybe it won't be long before they can make more significant progress in the direction of NS equations. As long as results are produced, everything done by predecessors will ultimately be for their research. Just making a note.

So he still has a chance.

Even God cannot block all roads, let alone a Chinese child.

After surviving the test given to him by God, everything will develop for the better.

Lucason Flanders thought so, so a faint smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Until he felt that something seemed wrong today.

Because he found that many students he met looked at him a little strangely. They must have recognized him, but it was no longer the kind of eyes with admiration and respect, but something more inexplicable. , even when he smiled and nodded at these children, he did not receive a 100% polite response.

You must know that this is Princeton University. Here are the best children in the world. They have received the best education since childhood. They are not those uneducated little bastards in the slums. How can they behave so rudely?

And these children are indeed not like this at ordinary times.

Lucason Flanders frowned. Just as he was deep in thought, a child who saw him on the lawn in the distance suddenly rushed over, stood in front of him and asked excitedly: "Professor Flanders, Are what you said on Facebook true? Did you forcefully refuse to approve Ning Wei’s paper because of your own selfish interests, and also used your influence to put pressure on the editor-in-chief of the journal? Not only that, after the incident broke out, you You actually manipulated the Mathematical Society to force Mr. Connerson to resign as editor-in-chief? Are you really such a person?"

These questions were like a sharp sword piercing straight into his heart. For a moment, Lucason Flanders felt that his brain went blank. He didn't quite understand it, because he had no contact with anyone. Be careful, why are these questions so straightforward, direct and clear now!

Yes, he didn't know that from thousands of miles away, the little guy he once didn't care about pointed this way, and those words turned into a sharp sword at the speed of light and stabbed directly at him...

Fortunately, people who have weathered many storms can always come back to their senses quickly.

Professor Flender's smile gradually faded, becoming serious and serious. He puffed up his chest to avoid being solemn. Standing in the big classroom, the aura he had cultivated for many years in the big lectures made the young people opposite him unable to resist. I started to become nervous consciously.

Use silence to put pressure on the other party. It wasn't until Lucason Flanders saw the unconscious panic and even faint regret in the child's eyes that he asked: "Tell me, where did you see this?" Rumors of evidence? Do Princeton students no longer have the most basic ability to distinguish right from wrong?"

The young man was silent.

Yes, he rushed up with passion, because what Ning Wei posted on Weibo really touched the proudest place in the hearts of these young people who are obsessed with academics.

"May the torch of mathematics never be blown out, and may the light of scholarship never succumb to any threat of darkness!"

When he saw this sentence, the young man seemed to remember his unbearable experience in middle school, when he was ridiculed and humiliated by the sports stars in his class because of his good grades and poor sports, until he finally passed the exam with his own efforts. Entered the School of Mathematics at Princeton University and finally gained respect here!

In his opinion, both the torch of mathematics and the light of academics are extremely sacred, and the temple of knowledge cannot be desecrated, no matter who it is, because this is his belief.

He couldn't even believe that the person who personally cast a shadow on his faith was actually a professor he respected, so he rushed forward.

But now, seeing Professor Flender's expression, he was a little confused.

Is it really just a rumor on the Internet?

He subconsciously handed over his cell phone, which contained Ning Wei's Weibo, the email Connerson sent to Ning Wei, and various discussions on Facebook about Ning Wei's Weibo.

Lucason Flanders looked at them one by one, with veins pulsing faintly on his forehead.

If there was anything that angered him the most, apart from the content on Ning Wei's Weibo, it was probably what Connerson signed under the email he sent to Ning Wei.

In addition to Connerson's own name, he also added all his colleagues in the editorial office.

Ah……

Connerson, I underestimated you...

It turns out you were prepared.

So you have already discussed it with that Chinese guy and are you ready to expose this email at the right time? Bringing everyone in the editing room is just to give them no reason to support you when this matter is exposed, right?

At this moment, Lucason Friend's brain was thinking rapidly about how he should extricate himself from this matter.

As long as his reputation is protected, there is still a chance for everything.

If this is God's test for him, then there must be a glimmer of hope!

However, he suddenly felt a little dark in front of his eyes. Where was the sunlight?

Lucason Friend stopped concentrating on his cell phone, raised his eyes, and saw his colleague, Hiram Gower.

The relationship between the two is very ordinary.

But this guy chose this moment to stand in front of him.

Lucason Flanders had a vague premonition.

He suddenly remembered the proposition that Ning Wei recently proved, and then suddenly remembered that the mentor of the person in front of him was the person who proposed the KLS conjecture. He and Jean Burgan won the Fields Medal in the same year. At that time, this person in front of him Are you, the young man, not a student of Burgan?

"Professor Gower, what's the matter? Maybe you can come to my office and talk." Lucason Friend spoke first.

He planned to return the phone to the impulsive student who was stunned, and then slowly think about how to deal with it.

At least don't let the person in front of you talk nonsense.

However, Hiram Gower ignored his words and said seriously: "No, Professor Friend, I'm sorry, there are some things I wish I could say to you in the sun. I think you should ask Connerson and Apologize to Ning Wei, to the American Mathematical Society, and to Princeton! As that Chinese kid said, the light of academia should not succumb to the threat of darkness."

"You..." Lucason Flanders felt his heart aching and his blood pressure seemed to be a little high. He obviously walked every day...

"I regret not saying this to you earlier, Lucason. I'm sorry, I called you by your name directly. No matter how much you have contributed to the world of mathematics, it does not mean that you can cover the sky with one hand. I I know you are not the only one to do this, and you will not be the last one, but I feel that your exposure will at least make all the darkness less scrupulous!" Hiram Gower remained serious.

Lucason Flanders closed his eyes, and he could even feel the depression gathering in his chest, especially when from the corner of his eye he saw the expression of the young student next to him changing from shock to contempt...

However, when he tried to open his eyes, he suddenly felt that his eyelids were heavy, and his brain felt dizzy...

Even the sounds from the outside world began to become distant...

"Lukason...Lukason...don't be stunned, call 911 quickly..."

…

London, England.

Handel stretched vigorously.

Today is the weekend, so I don’t have to go to the editing room and can enjoy a whole day of leisure time.

But his habit still made him wake up early, enjoy a hearty breakfast, and then sit in front of the computer.

See what interesting things happened today, or maybe it can dilute the depression caused by the gloomy weather outside the window.

God did not disappoint him...

The headline on the front page turned out to be that the famous American mathematician Lucasian Friend was exposed in public for his cruelty, and he was so angry that he was sent to the hospital by ambulance?

What a surprising day this is, to see such breaking news so early in the morning?

The omnipotent network quickly allowed him to understand the cause and effect of the incident.

From when Ning Wei stabbed the sword, to when the news spread to the Internet and was forwarded by countless people, to a young man's brave questioning, and finally the character he chose gave the final blow without hesitation.

He even found a video of the reporter interviewing the young man on the Internet.

"...Yes, I was the one who sent Mr. Flanders to the hospital. The doctor said he just had a sudden coma caused by a sudden increase in blood pressure and needed to rest!...Yes, I only want to call him Mr. Flanders, Because he doesn’t have the qualifications to call himself a professor! I can’t believe the things he did. I don’t understand why he did it. I even feel that my faith has begun to collapse..."

poor child……