Tech Hammer

Whether teachers in the Academic Affairs Office write well or not is a matter of opinion.

But the effect is still very obvious.

After lunch, while resting in the dormitory at noon, more and more classmates came to greet Ning Wei.

"Ning Wei, what's going on? Why are you arguing with the teacher who has nothing to do?"

"Well done! We science students must have the courage to draw our swords in the face of injustice!"

"Reporting criticism is nothing! Don't worry, brothers support you."

…

Well, although this kind of comfort is boring and a little annoying for Ning Wei's character, at least it's not malicious.

Until Shi Junjie found Ning Wei's dormitory, as the chairman of the Student Union of the Mathematical College, he took two student union officers and sat in front of Ning Wei, and asked seriously: "Ning Wei, do you realize your mistake?"

Hearing this, Ning Wei, who was sitting at the table, had no reaction. Luo Xiang, who was playing Honor of Kings with his feet on his desk, suddenly became angry. He raised his eyes and began to type: "Fuck you, what are you doing with the surname Shi?" What do you mean? I usually call you Chairman Shi, do you really think of yourself as a green onion? Come to our 302 to pretend to be a big leader?"

Hearing this, Shi Junjie frowned, raised his head, glanced at Luo Xiang, and said in a low voice: "Luo Xiang, what does it have to do with you that I'm talking to Ning Wei? You take care of yourself first!"

"Huh, what do I need to take care of myself?"

Luo Xiang sneered and threw his cell phone aside. He didn't care that he was calling for support on the road. He looked at Shi Junjie and said, "Don't pretend to be a guest. Anyone can say that we, Lao Ning, are qualified today, but you are not qualified. Why? Are you one of the two places on the waiting list for graduate school? Don't you have any idea?"

Shi Junjie pushed up his glasses and said calmly without getting upset: "The qualifications for graduate school are earned by individuals. I admit that in terms of grades, I am slightly worse than Ning Wei, but I think I am worse. It’s not much, right? A GPA of 3.7 is over the qualification line for graduate school, right? And does graduate school really only look at grades? I don’t think so? This is a consideration of comprehensive ability.”

"I ask myself that I am conscientious in my position as the President of the Student Union, right? I don't feel sorry for my brothers at ordinary times, right? Maybe you usually come to me for nothing in your dormitory, but the school strictly inspects the things that I should notify you every year, and you never fail to do so, right?"

A series of rhetorical questions left Luo Xiang speechless.

On weekdays, 302 really doesn’t have much dealings with Shi Junjie. Two of the four of them lie down early, one is a Buddhist, and the other is Ning Wei, who has good grades but is very boring on weekdays. Naturally, it is impossible for him to be so high-ranking with the student union. What is the intersection of organizations.

But Luo Xiang was at a loss for words, and there was Mr. Xuan in the dormitory who was even more fearless.

"Okay, Chairman Shi, you don't need to make any policy agenda in our dormitory! You also say how selfless you are. If nothing else, at least three of your quotas are given to those who usually surround you with the annual subsidy for poor students. How many, right? I eat out on weekdays, and I often see you eating and drinking together there. I usually don't bother to say anything, thinking that after all, we are classmates, so we can get along. You still come to our dormitory to add insult to injury and give you face? "

Shi Junjie was silent until the two officers behind him wanted to say something, but he stopped them directly.

"Okay, if there is anything wrong with what I just said, I apologize." Shi Junjie said very bachelorly.

"If you have anything to do, Chairman Shi, let's talk directly. Let's not beat around the bush." ​​Ning Wei, who had been silent, said.

After all, he was already a senior, and he didn't want to have too much trouble with other people in the dormitory because of his affairs.

"Actually, it's nothing. The main reason is that Director Li talked to me yesterday, so I want to advise you that this matter ends here. Even if we can't guarantee graduate school, we are all students of Jiangnan University after all, so we should still read The school is good, but bad things should not be spread outside, right?"

Shi Junjie said to Ning Wei casually.

As he finished speaking, Ning Wei's cell phone rang.

Ning Wei picked up his phone and looked at it. He saw a very strange number, which seemed to be from abroad. He was hesitating whether to answer it.

"It's okay. You pick up your car. I can wait."

Ning Wei, who was planning to hang up directly, listened to this and simply answered the phone.

"Hello, this is..."

…

Ning Wei held the phone and was a little confused when he heard the standard London accent on the other end of the phone.

Why was the professor at Imperial College London calling him?

"Yes, I am Ning Wei, hello Professor Ken, what can I do for you?"

The conversation begins.

I didn’t turn on the speakerphone deliberately, but the receiver would leak some sound in the quiet environment of the dormitory. When the other person spoke, his authentic British London accent and Ning Wei’s standard and fluent British pronunciation quickly made everyone laugh. Somewhat surprised.

How should I put it? As a first-class 985 student, my English is actually quite strong.

Even the so-called poor students like Luo Xiang and Mr. Xuan, who chose to settle down in Shuyuan early, passed CET-6 early. My oral skills are not very good, but it is not a big problem to exchange a few words with foreign friends.

But speaking so fluently requires skill. The most important thing is the authentic tone in the tone when speaking, which most people really can't imitate.

When I hung up the phone, it was already five minutes later.

Ning Wei ignored Shi Junjie, who was still sitting there stupidly, turned around, opened the computer and logged in to the mailbox as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, an email from Nature magazine was already lying in the inbox.

Clicking into the email will reveal an email personally replied by the editor-in-chief.

"Your paper requires minor revisions. Minor revisions should be completed within two weeks, otherwise the manuscript will be rejected. If you have any questions, please contact the editor-in-chief immediately."

At this moment, Ning Wei felt very happy.

The happiness even made Ning Wei feel in a trance.

He opened the natural submission system again. Sure enough, the paper was already in minor revision status, and then it was quickly closed.

Now he only needs to make slight revisions to the paper based on the feedback given to him by the submission system, and the paper can be directly published in Nature. There is no need to go through a second review by reviewers, and the editor can make a direct decision.

This time it is not the statement of Senior Brother BBS, but the statement of Professor Ken just now.

More importantly, according to Professor Kenn, Handel, the current editor-in-chief of Nature, is his good friend, and Handel has decided to publish his paper on the first page.

This is the same treatment as Smith's article.

In other words, when the next issue of "Nature" comes out, the paper with his name as the first author will be read, studied and cited by scientists around the world.

In addition, the bigger benefit is that the professor who just called himself Imperial College has sent him an invitation on behalf of the Department of Mathematics of the School of Natural Sciences. It only requires a simple interview or even an online interview. As long as he passes the test, he can get a job. An offer for a Master of Applied Mathematics from the Department of Mathematics, School of Natural Sciences, Imperial College London.

Very fantasy.

Last week, he was still worried about not being able to secure a graduate degree in his school. This week, a professor from a world-class university extended an olive branch to him.

What he didn't know was that Professor Ken felt even more fantastic.

When he hung up the phone, he thought he would probably choose Imperial.

the reason is simple……

If he didn’t really like Britain, how could Ning Wei’s British English be so accented?

The opponent he almost missed was not a Chinese boy, but a native British boy.

A mathematical genius who has studied deeply on difficult problems such as the N-S equation as an undergraduate, and can still speak with an authentic Cockney accent. Doesn't this explain the problem? !