Chapter 498 Chicken Soup Old Xie, Ming Yu Discovers (Update 1)
"What are you thinking about?" The sudden voice beside his ear brought Jiang Fuyue back to his wandering thoughts.
"nothing."
Xie Dingyuan glanced at her and asked, "Have you ever considered pursuing a career in scientific research?"
Jiang Fuyue spoke frankly: "I've considered it, but I haven't decided yet."
The man raised an eyebrow. "So, you have other plans."
The girl didn't respond, but at this time, silence was tacit agreement.
After being reborn, Jiang Fuyue has too many things to do. She is not sure whether she can calm down and focus on research like Xie Dingyuan.
"That's right," the man nodded, "You're still young and have so many choices."
"What about you?" Jiang Fuyue suddenly turned her head.
"What?"
"Have you always been so determined?" Resolutely choose scientific research and move forward on this path.
"No. I didn't decide what I wanted to do in the future until after college. So it's still early for you, there's no rush..."
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips and hummed softly.
I used to think this man was an iceberg, then I thought he was the volcano under the iceberg, and now... he's more like a bowl of chicken soup.
It was getting late and we were stuck in traffic until sunset when we finally arrived.
The car stopped in front of the Jiang family villa. Jiang Fuyue took the bag, said thank you, and prepared to get off the car.
Suddenly, "The one who came today is my third sister." The man spoke abruptly.
Jiang Fuyue was stunned: "I know."
At that time, she heard Xie Dingyuan calling for help.
"Ahem... the one with my third sister is her friend."
"...Oh." Jiang Fuyue didn't know why he said this to her. It should be okay to just say "oh", right?
"Aren't you curious?"
"Didn't you just say it?" Is there any need to be curious?
"I mean—"
Jiang Fuyue waited for the next words seriously: "What does it mean?"
The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes showing frustration: "...Forget it."
Jiang Fuyue looked puzzled: "Then I'll go back first?"
"Yes. I'll wait for you here tomorrow at 7:30."
"good."
…
At this time, in the northwest Tingzhou, a red sun was slowly sinking and finally disappearing into the horizon.
The sky and the earth suddenly darkened and night slowly fell.
Lights were also turned on in a research institute nestled in the yellow sand, and its brick-red exterior walls and green-tiled eaves were faintly discernible.
In a laboratory on the third floor.
Assistant Zhong Hao carefully placed a document on the table, took a half step back, and then glanced at the straight and indifferent figure in the wheelchair with a complicated expression.
"Professor Ming, this is something my old boss asked me to bring over. Could you at least take a look at it?"
"I said, I don't accept apprentices and I don't take students." The man's eyes were gentle, but his tone was very firm.
"This is the list of this year's IPhO gold medal winners. China won four gold medals and one silver medal. One of the girls even won a special award. The senior leader said she's a very good talent. The physics departments of Q University and B University are both vying for her..."
"You don't have to say more," Ming Yu interrupted, "I still say that, I don't teach students."
"But the old leader..."
"I'll explain it myself."
"No need, I'll come over now and listen to your explanation." An old man with white hair and beard appeared at the door of the laboratory at some point, with a loud voice and sharp eyes.
Zhong Hao lowered his head and called softly, "Mr. Hong."
"Well, let me tell him."
Zhong Hao stepped aside to make room next to the wheelchair. The old man took the opportunity to step forward, slightly bent his knuckles, and tapped lightly on the document.
"These are very talented children. If we train them well, they will be our successors in the future."
Ming Yu: "I know."
"and you……"
"Mr. Hong, you think too highly of me. I don't have the patience to teach students. Let other colleagues do it."
"You said the same thing last year, and you're using the same excuse this year. Mingyu, we're not young anymore. If we don't have someone to inherit our skills, we'll return to dust the moment we close our eyes, leaving nothing behind. We only have one life, so there's nothing to regret. But have you ever considered how much of a loss this would be for the country?"
It is not easy to train a scientific researcher, and excellent scientific researchers are even rarer. And there is one in a million people like Ming Yu who can take on the responsibility of national defense.
Unfortunately, the person in the wheelchair remained indifferent, staring straight ahead with his eyes filled with a blue-gray shadow and looking inhumanly cold.
Seeing this, Mr. Hong sighed deeply, his eyes revealing regret and sorrow, as well as a hint of helplessness and dejection: "Ayu, it's been twenty years since the incident, why haven't you gotten over it?!"
"Who said I didn't come out?" The man's voice was clear and his expression was normal.
Old Hong looked at his right hand that was gripping the wheelchair, and the knuckles had turned blue and white.
"Forget it," he shook his head. "Leave these four students' information here for now. It's up to you whether you want to read it or not. Give me your answer tomorrow."
Although he knew that he would never agree, Mr. Hong still held on to a faint hope. It would be better to delay it for a day. What if he changed his mind?
After saying that, the old man left with his hands behind his back, his back hunched.
"Zhong Hao, put the things away."
“...Yes.” Zhong Hao stepped forward and was about to take the folder away when suddenly a piece of A4 paper fell out from it. He quickly picked it up and prepared to put it back.
Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out in front of me: "Give it to me."
"Huh?" Zhong Hao was a little confused. Meeting Ming Yu's blue-gray pupils, he swallowed nervously, "Do you... want to see it?"
Ming Yu still kept stretching out his hand: "Yeah."
He was about to hand over the entire folder.
Ming Yu shook his head: "Just that one."
"Okay, okay." Zhong Hao immediately handed it to him.
The man took it, put it on his lap, pulled out a dark box from the side of the wheelchair, and took out the correction lenses specially made for him.
He couldn't wait to put it on his nose.
From Zhong Hao's perspective, he actually saw the professor's hands trembling slightly when he put on his glasses.
Because of that piece of paper?
He couldn't help but take a glance. It seemed to be a student's answer sheet. The steps for each question were written out. The paper looked clean and tidy, and pleasing to the eye.
Mingyu's fingers gently stroked each number above, and his body began to tremble with visible changes.
And the look in his eyes at this moment...
How to describe it?
Zhong Hao has been with him for so many years, but this is the first time he has seen the professor look so confused and helpless.
Like a lost child who suddenly found the way, but is not sure if this road is the right one or where it leads to.
Is it a bright future or an abyss of despair?
Zhong Hao panicked: "Professor? What's wrong with you?! Don't scare me..."
"Whose answer sheet is this?" Ming Yu gritted his teeth, trying his best to suppress the excitement coming from the depths of his soul, and spoke word by word.
Zhong Hao immediately looked through the folders and checked: "Found it! Jiang Fuyue! The candidate's name is Jiang Fuyue."
"Give me her information."
Zhong Hao pulled it out and handed it to him: "Do you need my help..."
Although he has special lenses, Mingyu's eyes still cannot see clearly enough. Usually, whether he is reading papers or writing reports, Zhong Hao always helps him.
Mingyu usually wouldn't refuse.
But this time—
"No, I can do it myself!"
Jiang Fuyue… 18 years old… a senior high school student at Linhuai City Linnan No. 1 Middle School…
"How can he be only eighteen? How is it possible that he is only eighteen?!" Ming Yu shook his head, and his eyes that were originally full of hope were suddenly filled with despair.
"Yes, there are photos! Give me the photos—"
"Professor Ming, the photo is on the second page..."
The man flipped over, his pupils constricted, he was disappointed.
It's not the face in my memory, it's not her...
But why are the handwritings so similar?
No, not “like”, exactly the same!
When she writes trigonometric function symbols such as sin and cos, her handwriting becomes unique and fancy, which is related to the English handwriting she has practiced since childhood.
He used to joke, "If I were a grading teacher and could tell at a glance that this test paper was yours, would that be considered cheating?"
She snorted softly: "I can get all the answers right without you letting me off the hook, believe it or not?"
Of course he believes it!
How can I not believe it?
She is Lou Mingyue!
A genius with outstanding IQ, the heir of the Lou family who can do everything best!
"Professor Ming? Professor Ming?!"
Ming Yu snapped back to his senses, and the next second, he raised his eyes abruptly: "I want all the information about this girl!"
Zhong Hao looked embarrassed: "Professor, the database authority is in the hands of Mr. Hong, I can't touch it..."
"Then go find Mr. Hong!"
"But Mr. Hong was very angry just now, and I'm worried..." It's not that easy.
"Tell him that I agree to take this girl in, but only if I know more about her."
"You agreed to accept students?!" Zhong Hao's eyes were filled with shock. The next second, he almost jumped up. "I, I'm going to find Mr. Hong right now. He's going to be so happy!"
After saying that, he rushed out of the laboratory.
Ming Yu sat in a wheelchair, his fingers gently stroking the answer sheet, as if facing the love of his life, his eyes filled with tenderness and obsession...
"Mingyue, is that you?"
"You're finally back..."
As she murmured, a tear fell onto the paper, making a plop sound, and the moisture gradually spread...
First update, 3,000 words.
There are two or three more ~
(End of this chapter)
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