Super God-Level Top Student-Chapter 847 - 319 It’s Just Very Sudden

The head of Xilin Mathematics Research Institute, Li, managed to find some time amidst his busy schedule to have a meal with four academicians from the Science Academy's Department of Mathematics and Physics who visited from the Capital.

The advantage of having no other guests was that although wine was served at the meal, no one pressured anyone else to drink; everyone just drank according to their own limits.

Qiao Ze, who has an innate dislike for alcohol intake, as usual did not drink. He also did not talk during the meal, but fortunately, as long as this was accepted, it didn't affect anyone else.

He just needed to eat quietly, and the others could chat about adult matters on the side.

As for whether Qiao Ze felt bored or not, it didn't matter.

Well, leaders can have their rebellious moments too.

The trip to Xilin today definitely brought significant gains, but as soon as they arrived at the door, Dou Dou gave the four people a bit of a cold reception.

After arriving at the Institute, Qiao Ze was cooperative, but his method of explanation made some feel a bit uneasy. These feelings couldn't be openly discussed, but it was essential to alleviate them.

Ignoring the younger ones seemed to be a good way to relieve these feelings of depression; after all, everyone knows and Qiao Ze wouldn't mind.

Speaking of which, whether it was Zhang Mingrui, Zhou Liang who had interacted with Qiao Ze before, or Liu Jiechun, Ma Xuming who were dealing with Qiao Ze for the first time in Xilin, they all knew about Qiao Ze's past.

Initially, everyone felt indignant about Railway Middle School where Qiao Ze had studied; such a promising talent was almost overlooked.

After interacting with Qiao Ze, the general feeling was... although the fact that Qiao Ze was buried before still seems unforgivable, it also becomes understandable. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

It's not that Qiao Ze was arrogant or rash in his youth, in fact, these traits were not evident in him.

But it was precisely his mundane way of explaining things, and the assumption that you ought to understand everything that made it easy for people to feel mental discomfort and disturbances.

Combine this with his often expressionless face during his younger years, and his unaccommodating lifestyle habits, the impression was absolutely stark.

Yet, you can't really say Qiao Ze was wrong; he just lived according to his ideas.

...

"Jian Gao, you should visit the Capital more often when you can, and chat more with everyone,"

"Yes, I will visit whenever possible."

"Don't wait for a 'possible' time, just make time and go. Everyone should communicate more. Just to let you know in advance, your responsibilities in the future are going to be substantial. Qiao Ze doesn't like social interactions, so you have to take up that responsibility. Especially after next year's increase in academicians, you will also be an academician of the Department of Mathematics and Physics, and you must ensure that the communication between Xilin and the department is smooth. You'll have to carry that burden."

"Uh... yes, certainly." Li Jiangao could only nod in agreement.

Well, there you go, his duties as an academician had already been laid out before he even became one, and he couldn't even decline them.

"We're done eating, we'll head back now," said Qiao Ze, who had finished eating, causing the adults' discussion to pause for a moment.

It wasn't directed at anyone specifically; those who knew Qiao Ze understood that he wouldn't waste time at such dinners.

Rather than sitting in a private room listening to somewhat meaningless exchanges, it was better to take a walk, which at least had some health benefits.

"Won't you sit for a while and rest?" asked Zhang Mingrui with concern.

"No need, Uncle Zhang, Qiao usually has less activity, and he's accustomed to going for a walk after dinner."

"Oh, alright then, go ahead."

Watching Qiao Ze and Su Mucheng leave the private room, Ma Mingxu, who hadn't spoken much during the meal, asked, "Director Li, could you arrange for two researchers who specialize in Qiao's Algebraic Geometry to give us few old fellows a lecture tonight?"

"Ah?" This request took Li Jiangao by surprise, and after a moment of stunned silence, he instinctively nodded: "Okay, I will arrange that right away."

"Thanks a lot, Director Li."

"You're welcome, Scholar Ma, it's my duty."

...

Meanwhile, Qiao Ze and Su Mucheng had finished their walk and returned to the office at the Mathematics Research Institute.

The afternoon session with the academicians left Qiao Ze slightly disappointed.

Actually, exchanges with visitors from the Capital sometimes did yield some gains, but clearly, the discussions with two academicians that afternoon did not provide valuable feedback.

This at least suggested that the academicians did not have a deep understanding of superspiral algebra and transcendental geometry.

It wasn't that Qiao Ze was so narcissistic to expect everyone to study the theories he had developed, but without a sufficient understanding of these theories, it was hard for them to truly grasp the mathematical principles of these new tools, preventing them from offering valuable insights.

To outsiders, these new tools that Qiao Ze provided were invaluable, but in Qiao Ze's view, they could be improved further; it was just that he had many other things to do and didn't have the time to delve into the technical details and potential of these technologies.

The reason for his strong conviction was simple.

The fact that the Optoelectronics Institute could actually build a Photolithography Factory solely based on his papers, and now they were even planning to construct two more in the west, clearly demonstrated the nearly infinite potential of engineering tactics.

The only problem now was that there were still too few people who could understand and master the two completely new mathematical systems of superspiral algebra and transcendental geometry; hence, for now, these new technologies had to make do with their current applications.

Would they have to wait until the students from Qiao Class and Ze Class graduated before the first batch of talents could be cultivated?

As Qiao Ze was pondering this issue, Dou Dou suddenly popped up a message window.

"Dad, dad, there's something I'm not sure whether to tell you or not!"