Super God-Level Top Student

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"No need, before it's published in 'New Discoveries in Mathematics and Physics', I plan to use this paper as reference material within the institute. I just had a chat with Professor Dugan and I think some of his points make sense. For now, I don't want to put too much pressure on the students; the paper can wait until they have mastered the basic knowledge,"

Edward Witten was stunned.

What kind of twisted logic had Roth Dugan shared with Qiao Ze?

Was this really the same person who hid 'mines' in his papers and treated his peers with cold indifference during conferences?

This was gentle to the point of making one want to cry, wasn't it?

Who had ever heard of a mentor holding back their own world-class paper to relieve pressure from their students?

Had he gone mad?

But Edward didn't intend to suggest anything regarding these matters to Qiao Ze, only breaking the silence after a moment by saying, "By the way, I just remembered, the visa I applied for my last visit to Huaxia hasn't expired. So if I come to your institute, can we discuss this matter in detail?"

"Of course, come over."

"Good, I'll let you know once I've arranged the flight ticket."

"There's no need, just come directly to the Mathematics Research Institute to find me. I'm always there."

"Alright, no problem."

...

After hanging up the phone, Edward Witten immediately made several more calls.

He booked his flight ticket and arranged a series of tasks for the coming days.

Once everything was in order, Edward Witten looked at the computer screen under the incandescent light and sighed.

"Ah..."

His mood inevitably became somewhat melancholy.

The world had truly changed.

He needed to travel across half the globe for a paper, which was unimaginable before.

After all, in the past, for any relevant paper that met the standards, the editors of top-tier journals would beg him to help with the review.

Just like Qiao Ze's last paper published in 'Mathematics Annual', which was directly brought by Roth Dugan.

Those scholars who wrote papers they were proud of would look forward to their approval.

Thus, excellent papers would always automatically end up in his inbox. But now, the rules had quietly changed.

He wanted to see a paper and had to fly halfway around the world with no other choice.

It was all Roth Dugan's fault for making those suggestions.

And if it weren't for that cunning old fox piquing his curiosity, he wouldn't have made such an outrageous decision.

But on reflection, this was better than seeing Qiao Ze's paper on Weibo and having to desperately find someone to translate it.

At least it would ensure that there would be no confusing ambiguities in understanding.

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Huaxia, Xilin Mathematics Research Institute.

No sooner had Qiao Ze hung up the phone than he heard Dou Dou's enthusiastic greeting downstairs: "Grandpa, you came in person, are you here to guide the work?"

Well, no need to ask, Li Jian Gao had arrived.

Dou Dou's way of addressing people was always chaotic, never caring about status.

But there were a few exceptions for those he was closer to.

For instance, he would call Li Jian Gao 'grandpa', if it were Xu Dajiang, he would be 'big brother', and Yu Chenggong, 'Uncle Yu'.

As for other school leaders who came by, sometimes it was 'boss', sometimes 'manager', other times just by name...

To be honest, even Qiao Ze was no longer clear about the logic Dou Dou used when addressing people; it was probably just whimsical?

Indeed, it didn't take long before he spotted Li Jian Gao's figure from the window and then saw him enter the office.

"Uncle Li."

"Busy, Qiao Ze? Eh? Isn't Mu Cheng here today?"

"I'm not busy, she is," Qiao replied.

"Oh, I'm heading to the administrative building but stopped by to tell you that Jieqing's article has passed the review. The National Science Fund specially asked me to inform you," Li Jian Gao said.

"Congratulations, Uncle Li," Qiao Ze said immediately.

The congratulations were sincere, but Li Jian Gao couldn't help but feel an urge to laugh upon hearing them.

Indeed, his paper was up to the Jieqing standard and even of higher quality compared to those of previous years.

But he really had something to write about.

It was almost as if he had spent half a year restating the theoretical basis of Group Theory he used in designing Dou Dou.

The innovations weren't many; it was more of a summary, but very useful.

The only issue was, such work, unless one had a student like Qiao Ze, was not something you could accomplish by leading a dog... well, a dog might be an exaggeration, impossible to write, actually. But if one had spent a few years at a doctoral station, and the research was coincidentally on Group Theory, with sufficient material at hand, writing such a paper in six months wouldn't be too difficult.

At least, it could not compare to the difficulty of seriously applying for Jieqing.

That's when having a good student really made a difference.

Yes, Li Jian Gao insisted that at the very least, the paper was completed by himself after countless nights of toil.

Thus, he thoroughly understood everything within the paper.

Speaking of which, he could now be considered an expert in artificial intelligence research, something Li Jian Gao would think sarcastically during his spare time.

"Don't congratulate me; a large portion of the credit for this Jieqing goes to you. Back then, you were part of the review experts, but the National Science Fund thought you should avoid conflict of interest during the paper review, so they didn't notify you," Li Jian Gao explained.

Qiao Ze insisted, "It still deserves congratulations."

"Then, thank you." Li Jian Gao knew Qiao Ze's temperament, so he didn't persist and then opened his mouth, his face slightly reddening.

"Something else?"

"Yes, there is something else. Mi Ge and I have settled our affairs. We just got our marriage certificate last week and the wedding is set for June 16th, Sunday. It'll be a simple ceremony; I'd like you to be there as a witness." After saying this all at once, Li Jian Gao took out a red wedding invitation from his bag and handed it over.

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