Galton put down a document in his hand, picked up the document placed next to him, and tilted his head slightly: "Where did this argument come from?"

The assistant who was packing other documents in the office heard this and came over to take a look.

There are many new papers included in the federation every year, and there are even more new arguments. Continental University has gathered almost the world's top geniuses, and it is rich in high-quality papers.

Therefore, most of the papers taken from major outside mathematics unions and universities every year are not as good as those from Continental University.

This document is very thin. It is just an infinite solution L equation of an ellipse. The following is the demonstration process. It is a bit strange to be carried alone in this pile of new papers.

"It's from the Engineering Institute of Peking University." The assistant looked at the icon below and knew where it was. He looked back at the signature of the paper and squinted slightly, "I haven't heard of this person's name. I'll go there."

Check it out.”

"Engineering Academy..." Galton narrowed his eyes slightly.

The assistant went to check the signature of the paper, while Galton flipped through the paper. Just as he had guessed, it was indeed an infinite solution, and the process was quite detailed.

It just looks a little weird overall.

Some formulas are concise and concise, some are overly descriptive, and some are very vague...

Except for the final demonstration results, the others are not rigorous and are still incomplete. Probably because of these reasons, the impact factor of this paper is not particularly high.

Galton stared at several concise formulas with big titles and fell into thinking...

"Doctor, I found it," the assistant quickly searched for Pei Xi's information. "She graduated from M University and returned to China two years ago. Her paper was submitted by the Beijing base and she applied for a patent in November last year."

Galton looked at the information, thought about it, put down the paper, and called Meng Fu.

"Teacher?" On the other end of the phone, the housekeeper asked Meng Fu to go eat. Meng Fu had already stood up and was about to leave the greenhouse.

Galton put down the paper in his hand, "Do you remember the problem set argument you wrote last year?"

Meng opened the door and walked out, warning: "I have a fever recently."

Galton: "..."

"Hey, the signal is not very good, teacher, I'll hang up first..."

"I didn't ask you to write the second article," he raised his forehead and gritted his teeth, "I was asking if you have the manuscript?"

"Oh," Meng Fu closed the door and regained his composure, "Dean Li's place."

"Do you know Miss-pei?" Galton continued to ask.

Meng Fu walked into the house and said slowly, "I don't know you."

He didn't know each other, and it was within Galton's expectation that Meng Fu didn't associate with people in this circle. It should be a coincidence, but this coincidence made Galton feel weird.

Meng Fu started writing his argument in late September or early October, and Galton has the information.

At that time, Galton checked the database and found that no one could prove the L equation. The one in hand was published in November.

Meng Fu wrote it before the other party.

Galton kept this in mind, not because he was suspicious, but because Miss-pei's writing was not perfect. In the overall electronic manuscript that Meng Fu later handed over to him, the proof of the L equation was very complete.

Galton originally wanted to get these out of her alone, but now there is Miss-pei. Although this Miss-pei is not as perfect as Meng Fu, she applied in advance. Meng Fu's can be sent to SCI, but the application

Can't get a patent.

However, Galton didn't plan to tell Meng Fu because he was afraid that if he told Meng Fu, Meng Fu might be even happier.

**

Here, Meng Fu is already at the dinner table, eating with the Yang family.

"Uncle, how are your legs lately?" Meng Fu picked up a chopstick and looked at Yang Lai.

The Yang family used to follow Mrs. Duan's style when eating, and did not talk while eating or sleeping. Now they are eating happily and chatting casually.

Meng Fu raised his leg, and Mrs. Yang's face showed some joy, "Doctor Qin invited Miss Qiao, the one who filmed the emergency room with you. Your uncle's leg has been sick less and less recently. This

Although Divine Doctor Qiao is young, she is really good at using silver needles. Grandma also has some problems with her body, so I will let Divine Doctor Qiao take a look at it when the time comes."

That means it doesn't hurt anymore.

Meng Fu nodded, thoughtfully, but she didn't listen later. It seemed that these were indeed effective on Yang Lai's legs.

Qiao Le learned the essence.

"I bought movie tickets, and I'm waiting for you to come and see them," Mrs. Yang said to Yang Lai, then looked at Yang Hua and the others, "It's about Ah Fu's "Mutation 3". I didn't read the online spoilers.

The box office today has reached 800 million, and I heard that every cinema is full."

The main reason is that there are too many movies during the Spring Festival. The scheduling rate of Meng Fu's movies is as high as 50%, but demand still exceeds supply.

Several people chatted about movies.

Meng Fu put down his chopsticks and thought for a while, "I have to go back to school in the afternoon and have other things to do."

"Are you in such a hurry?" Mrs. Yang regretted, "Okay, I'll ask the driver to pick you up when I finish my work."

After dinner, Meng Fu went directly to Beijing University.

Mrs. Yang took Jiang Xinchen to see the room upstairs. He was only in high school, and Mrs. Yang was worried about him living outside. Yang Lai still wanted to train him, so it was more convenient to live in the Yang family.

After several people went upstairs, Yang Lai looked at the housekeeper and asked, "Has Xinchen's teacher been found?"

"The head teacher who taught Miss Liufang before happens to be teaching new students. Has Mr. Jiang's student status been transferred?" Butler Yang replied.

Yang Lai nodded, "I asked Baozhu to send his file. They are going to watch a movie later, and I will take him to see the principal of No. 1 Middle School tomorrow."

**

Beijing University.

The Perfumery Department takes seven days off during the Chinese New Year, mainly because all the Perfumery Department members are from big families.

There are many things to do during the New Year, including sacrifices, family exchange meetings, and especially the feudal rule.

Meng Fu came to Beijing University to find Dean Li.

The Yang family's car took her to several bases separated by Beijing University.

"Thank you." Meng Fu politely thanked the driver, then carried his backpack, pulled up his mask, and walked directly in the direction of the Engineering Academy.

The driver of the Yang family glanced at the road sign next to the road——

【—Front Engineering Institute】

[—Front Physics Laboratory, C1 Building]

He couldn't help but take a second look at Meng Fu. Working in the Yang family, he naturally knew that Meng Fu seemed to be studying perfume.

There are no classes in Building C at this time. Why is Ms. Meng here?

The driver of the Yang family looked over and saw a car honking the horn behind him. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that it was also a local black car. He quickly turned around, gave way to the black car, and drove back to the Yang family.

Most of the engineering institutes are also on holiday, so there are not many people at this time.

Meng Fu took her cell phone and looked at WeChat. On WeChat, Duan Yan and Liang Si were asking her if she had returned to the capital.

Duan Yan: [Is the junior sister back? 】

Liang Si: [Little junior sister, why didn’t you say anything after you accepted the red envelope? 】

Meng Fu's face did not change: [Retreat for filming.]

As soon as she finished returning, Dean Li's car parked in his parking space. The two math geniuses liked to be stuck in time. "It just happened. Come with me to the office first."

Dean Li took Meng Fu into the office with a pile of documents.

The Engineering Academy is very large, covering an area of ​​nearly 2,000 square meters. There is a 30-story laboratory building in the middle, with dark glass reflecting cold light.

In the elevator, several people watching Dean Li get off the elevator couldn't help but discuss together.

"Dean Li is here today?"

"Who is that person next to him?"

"You are so young, are you the newly promoted honorary professor?"

"Looking at the back, it looks a bit different."

There are not many female researchers and professors in the laboratory. There are only a few on the first floor. Most of them are middle-aged professors. Among the younger ones, the one everyone is most familiar with is Pei Xi.

"Look at this." In the office, Dean Li's assistant and associate professor were not there, so Dean Li handed the sealed document in his hand to Meng Fu.

And took two teacups and went outside to make tea.

The file is a bit thick.

When he came in, Meng Fu had already turned half of the book and was still turning it "clattering".

Dean Li's eyebrows couldn't help but beat.

"Screw propeller model," Dean Li put the cup in front of her. He simply stopped looking at her and told her the main content, "This year's two major domestic support focuses, one is nuclear submarines. You know we never like to fight.

The person in charge of Killer Kill came to me and I didn’t agree. The other one is the aerospace thruster, and I’m in charge of the aerospace thruster project. It’s halfway through the process, and I want to add a special team.”

Models in aerospace are all large-scale mathematical formulas and complicated drawings, which require special calculation models to calculate errors. This kind of calculation requires formulas and requires someone to specially calculate the model.

Dean Li had seen Meng Fu's analysis of the problem and knew that the knowledge in her mind now completely exceeded what a doctor could master.
To be continued...