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Before digging into the meal, she still said with a smile, "Uncle, you are right!"

"Hm?" Cheng Xuyang turned to look at Su Mucheng, noticing the girl finishing her meal in a flash, and a very strange feeling began to rise in his heart.

Sure enough, it didn't take two minutes for Su Mucheng to finish the rice in her bowl. After swallowing, she turned to Qiao Ze and said, "Qiao, I'm done eating."

"Need a rest?" Qiao asked, as if no one else was present.

"No need," Su Mucheng shook her head, still smiling.

Qiao nodded, then looked at Zheng Luhua, "We have finished eating, we're leaving first."

"Mm... okay, but Qiao Ze, it's fine to have academic discussions, just don't be too anxious or get angry. That person... after all, is a professor. It's always good to show some respect. You are still young, there's no need to contend over a moment's pride.

Of course, the school definitely supports you!"

"Mm," Qiao Ze nodded, responding.

"President Zheng, I think there's no need to persuade Qiao Ze. Qiao won't get angry. You should actually go and persuade that Professor Zhang not to get angry, that would be more appropriate," Su Mucheng earnestly corrected.

"Er..." Zheng Luhua couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Even if he could reach Zhang Hongcai at this moment, he couldn't really go and advise him; he'd probably be seen as stirring up trouble.

At this time, Qiao Ze gave Cheng Xuyang another glance, thought for a bit, and still nodded, saying, "Thank you."

"Hm?"

This sudden thanks filled Cheng Xuyang's head with question marks. He didn't even politely respond with a 'you're welcome,' but instead asked quite perplexed, "Thank me? For what?"

"Uncle, although I don't know which of your words just now touched Qiao, he must have had some realization because of what you said and that's why he thanked you, right Qiao?"

"Right," Qiao Ze simply responded, then nodded at Xu Dajiang without saying anything else, and turned to leave with Su Mucheng.

Although Qiao Ze would definitely not forget anything that came to mind, he still hoped to verify his concepts as soon as possible.

Having a supercomputer could save so much effort.

All he needed to do was write the verification method into code, and then let the computer run it.

If it was correct...

The most confusing thing for Qiao Ze was probably that he hadn't finished his previous project, and the new idea he had just come up with was already solved.

Should he wait to get approval for the new project before publishing the paper, or just publish it directly?

It wasn't about the funding from the school; he had promised Liu Chenfeng to join the new project team, and had even given him the topic in advance. Liu Chenfeng had been preparing for that project these past few days. If this method really worked, it would probably be quite disheartening, right?

If it was the old times, Qiao Ze probably wouldn't have thought twice about it.

But today, Chen Yiwen's voluntary decision to leave the project team had indeed made an impact on him.

Forget it, stop thinking about it and just take Uncle Li's advice.

"Qiao, did you just figure out how to win the argument with that Professor Zhang?"

"No."

"Then what inspired you?"

"A very simple method to solve the new..."

...

Two young voices, along with the waiter quietly closing the private room door, completely cut off contact with the people inside the room.

At this moment, Cheng Xuyang had totally fallen into a state of utter confusion.

Who is he? What had he actually come here for?
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He flew to Xilin the night before, stayed overnight, donated twenty million, had dinner with Qiao Ze, gave him some inspiration, and then turned around to fly back to Mingzhu?

So this time he came and didn't accomplish anything, and basically just took a trip to Xilin to contribute to the education and academic progress at Xilin University of Technology?

Yes, that's utterly ridiculous.

"Haha, Mr. Cheng, my apologies, my apologies. Qiao Ze really isn't targeting you, that's just his personality. As you've seen, from the moment he entered this private room to when he left, he at least spoke two or three sentences to you, while to me he truly didn't say a single word. Ah... but you get used to it.

Here, let me toast to you once more."

To prevent the atmosphere in the room from growing even more awkward, Xu Dajiang once again picked up his teacup.

Cheng Xuyang mechanically raised his cup and took a symbolic sip.

He really didn't feel like saying much more at this point.

"Right, Mr. Cheng, speaking of which, Qiao Ze seems to have hit it off with you. Look, he spoke three sentences to you today, which is more than he said to all of us combined. And he even thanked you. Look at Director Xu, he has given a lot for Qiao Ze and still hasn't heard a word of thanks."

"And you might not be aware, but last time when three professors from Yanbei University came for a visit, Qiao Ze just left directly after eating without paying attention to anyone. Now that was truly awkward. Today, by treating you this way, he's actually shown you a lot of face, Mr. Cheng."

Zheng Luhua said with a smile that genuinely seemed sincere.

There was really nothing else to do, his task was to at least make the person who donated money feel somewhat better.

Although the university hadn't anticipated a second donation, it still couldn't afford to lose its manners.

Cheng Xuyang pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and suppressed the urge to just get up and leave.

There was no need; he had to maintain some dignity. If he lost his cool, he felt he might become a laughing stock.

But, could this even be considered hitting it off?

"Yes, Principal Zheng, I did feel that. Although I was not able to fulfill Mr. Cook's mission this time, which is indeed quite regrettable, I believe we will have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future. Here, let me also toast to everyone, thank you for the warm reception."

After speaking, Cheng Xuyang smiled and raised his teacup.

As for the tens of thousands of alpacas rampaging in his head, that would have to wait for another time!

...

In the Capital, at Yanbei International Mathematics Research Institute.

If Zhang Hongcai, who was so busy that he hadn't even had dinner yet, knew that Qiao Ze not only managed to grab a meal during this time, handle a boss who donated twenty million for scholarships, and even picked up some inspiration from him, considering clearly the problem that had troubled him for a long time.

He would probably vomit three liters of blood.

This truly shows how the youngsters rely on their quick thinking, disregarding martial ethics.

But what would probably make Zhang Hongcai's face burn the most isn't just him working hard at the moment.

It's two people.

"Zhang, consider a different approach. I think Qiao Ze has a profound understanding of non-perturbative techniques. You could really consider dropping the idea of the matrix model in compactified space-time. If this conclusion is correct, doesn't it precisely prove that the gauge field in noncommutative space possesses the properties of noncommutative geometry?"

The one speaking was Wu Chengze, a professor from the Physics Department at Yanbei University.

It was quite a coincidence today, as Wu Chengze came to discuss some matters with Zhang Hongcai, who happened to be looking at an email from Qiao Ze discussing a paper he published in cooperation with another professor two years ago.

So, when the academic debate on both sides began, this professor researching String Theory also got involved.

"Come on, Wu, whose side are you on exactly?" Zhang Hongcai said, somewhat annoyed.

"I'm on the side of truth, of course. Look, if we follow this train of thought, D-branes in the background field will also exhibit the properties of noncommutative geometry. This implies that the spatial coordinates of particles on the D-brane would satisfy a specific algebraic relation. This relation should be determined by the size of the background field. Sheesh...

this Qiao Ze, he knows String Theory!"

Zhang Hongcai silently read the newest email from Qiao Ze, which contained simple proof processes.

As Wu kept chattering nonstop at his ear, his mood grew increasingly irritated.

"Can you talk less? Don't disrupt my train of thought! Look, I'm not backing down today even if I don't steam any buns! This Qiao Ze, when I went to Xilin, I wanted to discuss this very issue with him, and he said he was not very familiar with noncommutative geometry! And today he's pulling this stunt on me! Can you tolerate that?

If this counts as 'not very familiar,' what the hell am I?"

"Cough cough... Zhang, don't blame me for being blunt, but have you been undone by a kid?"

"Hmm?"