And this little girl seems to be underage.

Deng He and Xu Ming looked at each other, both of them couldn't believe it.

Ling Yue frowned. What was going on with these two people?

She didn't say anything when I called her over, and just sat there staring at me.

"Uncle Deng, what do you want from me?"

Tell her quickly, don't delay her from finding someone who can make a small motor.

"This..." Deng He hesitated for a moment and asked, "I want to ask, did you give this document to the dean?"

Ling Yue was even more confused. "Dean?" She looked at the document Deng He had taken out, and immediately knew who the dean was. "You mean Uncle Qian, right?"

"I gave it to you," Ling Yue nodded. "Is there anything wrong with the data above?"

This shouldn't be the case. This thing is so simple, there's no reason why I could make a mistake in the calculation. Even if I did make a mistake, there's still Number Seven to help me correct it.

"No, that's right. I want to ask who made these things, especially the annotations."

Ling Yue then understood why the two had come all the way here. It turned out they were here to seek truth.

But this thing was really made by her, so there was nothing to hide, so she nodded without hesitation and said: "I did it."

When Deng He heard the correct answer, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment.

The good news was that considering Ling Yue's age, Longguo had successors, but the sad thing was that the results of a year and a half of hard work by himself, Xu Ming and others fell through.

The most taboo thing in academia is copying and excerpting. Now that Ling Yue has done this, even if it is not published, since they know about it, they cannot publish it anymore.

"What's wrong?" Xiangzhong looked at Deng He and the other man, who were drooping their heads in disappointment, and asked kindly.