"I suppose so, but we didn’t do any publicity, did we?"
"Maybe soone else spread the word? A few hundred copies are not that many."
"I believe there will be many more overseas orders to follow since Zhao Yi’s paper is in it..."
...
Early morning.
Academician Chen Yongquan from the Science Academy bought so breakfast from a street vendor and brought it to his office. As he approached the door, he noticed the newly-delivered "Mathematical Physics Journal" on a small table nearby.
The magazine was rather thick, feeling more like a thin book.
He picked it up and walked into his office, intending to eat breakfast while browsing for interesting content. But as soon as he scanned the cover, he was captivated by a line of small print at the bottom that read--
"Professor Zhao Yi’s Latest Achievent: Demonstrating ’Supersymtry’!"
"Zhao Yi?"
"Demonstrating Supersymtry?"
Chen Yongquan quickly flipped to the paper and briefly skimd it. It spanned 37 pages, more than all the other content combined.
"Zhao Yi’s paper is the core of this issue!" Chen Yongquan thought, sowhat surprised. He then noticed the reviews at the end.
Two familiar nas appeared: one was Zhang Hongzhi, the head of the Physics Departnt, and the other was Ruan Wenye of the sa departnt, who belonged to the Collider Analysis Team.
Chen Yongquan imdiately complained, "Zhang Hongzhi and Ruan Wenye knew about Zhao Yi’s new paper on Supersymtry analysis, but they didn’t tell !"
Of course.
Reviewing unpublished papers requires respecting confidentiality principles and not leaking information; it’s a matter of personal ethics, so there isn’t much to say.
After just one complaint, Chen Yongquan began reading the paper attentively. The complex mathematical frawork and logic left him feeling dizzy, but he still patiently continued reading and studying.
As an academician researching theoretical physics, he naturally knew what the ’Supersymtry problem’ represented. Demonstrating ’Supersymtry’ was undoubtedly a startling research achievent with extraordinary significance, laying the foundation for theoretical physics.
At the sa ti, many professional physicists were doing similar things.
They tightly grasped the Journal of Mathematical Physics and stubbornly studied Zhao Yi’s paper. They couldn’t help but complain to colleagues, friends in the physics circle, or vent online--
"Zhao Yi’s latest paper is just too difficult!"
"Is that even math? No, it’s like a heavenly book, completely incomprehensible for this PhD in Mathematics!"
"After reading the first few pages of this paper, I think an additional degree should be added to PhD, because a doctor’s knowledge is far from sufficient to understand the profound particle mathematics..."
"It’s so hard! So hard!"
"..."
Yanhua University.
The release of the "Mathematical Physics Journal" hadn’t yet caused an impact here.
Zhao Yi went to have breakfast as usual, then attended lectures with Fan Lei and Li Renzhe in the morning. He also swiped six ’Rest Coins’ during that ti. The coin-swiping life was easy and enjoyable, helped replenish his energy, and after waking up, he pondered the ’quark’ problem.
Class ended.
He and his trio of Fan Lei and Li Renzhe went to the university cafeteria for a al and happened to run into Qian Hong. They sat down together to eat.
Then the phone suddenly rang.
Zhao Yi looked at the unfamiliar number with suspicion. He picked up the call and heard the person on the other end ask, "Is this Professor Zhao Yi? I am Academician Chen Yongquan from the Science Academy. I have read your Supersymtry analysis..."
"Can you help explain the energy description part at the end of the second page?"
Zhao Yi was slightly stunned. Hearing that he was an old academician, he decided to give a simple explanation. Although his paper was indeed very challenging and covered highly specialized content, the difficult parts could still be understood by professionals with a brief explanation.
Pointing out the key points was enough.
"Oh, so that’s how it works!" Chen Yongquan nodded in satisfaction, adding, "I got your number from Ruan Wenyi."
Zhao Yi enlightenedly explained, "Academician Chen, if you have any questions, you can ask Professor Ruan Wenye and Director Zhang Zhihong. They reviewed my paper."
"I asked them. You haven’t seen the magazine yet, have you? Ruan Wenye’s review basically said, ’He didn’t even read it; since it’s your paper, just publish it directly’."
Zhao Yi was at a loss for words and asked, "What about Director Zhang Zhihong?"
"I didn’t see him, but based on his review, he must have understood the whole paper and gave it a very high rating." Chen Yongquan finished and hung up the phone.
Zhao Yi hardly had ti to take a breath before his phone rang again.
"Is this Professor Zhao Yi? I am from Shuimu University..."
Ten minutes later, the call ended.
"Is this Professor Zhao Yi? I am from the Mathematics Departnt of the Science Academy..."
This ti, it was thirteen minutes.
After more than half an hour, Zhao Yi hadn’t even taken a bite of his food. He had been explaining things to others the whole ti. He looked at Qian Hong, who had finished eating, and then at Fan Lei and Li Renzhe who were still waiting. He simply handed his phone to Qian Hong.
"What’s this for?" Qian Hong asked, puzzled.
"If there’s another call, just say you’re my assistant and that I’m busy and don’t have ti. Just write down who called."
Qian Hong frowned and murmured, "...Why? That’s your problem."
"You’re my assistant!"
"What kind of assistant? I’m just the assistant for your course, which is completely useless now." Qian Hong retorted but still accepted the phone.
Zhao Yi grinned and said, "How about this, Qian Hong? From now on, I’ll hire you as my assistant. No, wait - the school ntioned before that they’d assign a dedicated assistant. I haven’t considered it seriously yet. How about you give it a try?"
"I’m already busy!"
"No problem, just decline the other work." Zhao Yi thought it made sense for the assistant’s position to be filled by soone familiar, trustworthy, competent, and preferably female, while also being good-looking and pleasant to the eye, as it’d be better for...
Ahem.
Zhao Yi put on a serious work face.
Qian Hong pouted, thought about it, and shook her head, saying, "Let’s talk about it later."
"Alright, you think about it."
With a sigh of relief, Zhao Yi handed his phone to Qian Hong, and then summoned Fan Lei and Li Renzhe to stand up and happily announced, "Co on, let’s go to the soccer field!"
"Dinner ti is the perfect ti for so exercise!"
"Let’s go!"
"Together!"
"..."
Qian Hong watched Zhao Yi leave effortlessly, then looked at the ringing phone and felt an inexplicable annoyance.
Why!
Why can he go and play soccer carefreely while I can only answer the phone with frustration...
Assistant?
For so reason, a sudden blush appeared on her cheeks.
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