Chapter 108 Chapter 108 [Different]
Lin Yimu, who was being talked about by Professor Zheng, was still thinking about the data he collected on the way to the cafeteria. He even ate a few bites of his meal and then quickly returned to the laboratory.
This surprised the people who had already come back from dinner. One of the researchers asked in confusion, "Lin Yimu, why did you come back so soon? Didn't you just leave a while ago?"
Lin Yimu came back to his senses after hearing the question, and explained with a smile: "Well, I've already eaten. I still have some data to sort out, so I thought I'd hurry back to finish it."
Upon hearing this, the other party looked at Lin Yimu with admiration, "I really admire your seriousness. When I was your age, I only thought about playing games."
Lin Yimu smiled and said nothing when he heard this. Wasn’t he like this before? The reason why he studies so hard now is only because he has been beaten by society. He has no right to say anything about others. As he has no opportunities, he is worse than others.
The other party just sighed and then continued with his work, not caring that Lin Yimu didn't answer.
Lin Yi Mu lowered his head and continued to focus on the data in his hands, but after studying it for a long time, he still had no clue, which made Lin Yi Mu frown.
It was not until the afternoon when Professor Zheng returned to the laboratory that Lin Yimi became busy again and gradually had no time to think about the data problems. However, he still kept the matter in mind and planned to find time to discuss it with Professor Zheng. Maybe he would get some clues.
Time passed unknowingly until seven o'clock in the evening. After completing the last set of tests, Professor Zheng finally told everyone to go back and rest. Lin Yimu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that he wanted to get off work so much, but he was so focused on the abnormal data he felt at noon that he didn't eat much at all. He felt a little hungry around four or five in the afternoon, but because Professor Zheng was asking him to help calculate the data at the time, he didn't care about being hungry. After he finished calculating the data in his hands and relaxed, he felt that he was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back.
However, before leaving, Lin Yimu still did not forget the data problem that had always been on his mind. Although he himself could not figure out where the problem was, he felt that something was wrong, so he mentioned the matter to Professor Zheng.
After listening to Lin Yimu's words, Professor Zheng looked at the data table compiled by Lin Yimu, frowned and fell into deep thought.
After a long while, Professor Zheng picked up the chalk beside him and tried to write a calculation formula on the blackboard. Then he carefully looked at the half-finished model and compared it with the data in his hand. Finally, after calculating on the blackboard for a while, he raised his hand and erased the formula again.
Then he turned around and sighed and shook his head at Lin Yimu, saying, "I haven't figured out what the problem is. All the data we have obtained so far is within the expected values." After saying that, he frowned and thought for a while, then comforted Lin Yimu, "But don't give up. Maybe your feelings and ideas are right. It's just that we haven't really found the problematic data set yet. Continue the experiment according to the current ideas and see what problems will arise. Otherwise, without detailed data, you won't be able to convince everyone based on your feelings alone."
Lin Yimu shook his head. He was not disappointed. Instead, he looked at Professor Zheng in confusion and said, "Professor, do you really believe what I say? Intuition is not something that should be reliable."
Lin Yimu had been watching Professor Zheng's actions the whole time, and now he was deeply touched when he heard his comfort and explanation.
No matter what others thought, Professor Zheng believed him because of a groundless feeling he had, and even calculated it himself. Although he did not find the problem, he explained the reason to him.
If this happened to someone else, they would probably scold him directly or simply ignore Lin Yimu's words. After all, intuition is really the most unreliable excuse.
Upon hearing this, Professor Zheng said seriously, "You can't say that intuition is completely unreliable. Some geniuses have extraordinary intuition in the fields they are very good at, and they even rely on this intuition to solve many difficult problems. So, I am willing to believe that you are such a person."
Hearing Professor Zheng comparing himself to a genius, Lin Yimu felt a little ashamed and even a little guilty.
Although his current level of knowledge was acquired through his own learning, if he did not have the help of a □□ system, he would probably be dead now, let alone have the achievements he has now, and would not have met Professor Zheng and other outstanding national talents and received their special treatment.
"Professor, what you said is too exaggerated. How can I be compared with the genius you mentioned?" Lin Yimu lowered his eyelids to hide the emotions in his eyes and spoke.
Professor Zheng nodded at Lin Yimu with a smile and said in a good mood: "That's not necessarily true. You, don't underestimate yourself. Okay, it's getting late now, hurry off work and go to eat. Since you came to the laboratory with me, you have never ordered meals on time." Professor Zheng packed up the things at hand and walked out of the laboratory.
Lin Yimu took another look at the place where Professor Jiang had just verified the calculations, but he had no intention of giving up his idea. Instead, he wanted to collect the most recent data himself to see if he could find any clues.
Back in the dormitory, when Lin Yimu was thinking about whether to go to the Interstellar Library to look up some information, his cell phone suddenly rang.
I looked at the caller ID and it was actually Yuan Mingxu calling. I just didn't know what he wanted to talk to him about so late at night.
Lin Yimu answered the phone with full of doubts, only to find out that Yuan Mingxu had returned to China and was now in Beijing. He knew that he was also thinking of inviting him to dinner tomorrow.
Lin Yimu looked at the draft paper on the table in front of him, sighed silently, and said helplessly: "I may not be able to accompany you for dinner. I am now in the laboratory with Professor Zheng every day. I am so busy that I have no time to go out."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Mingxu sighed with some regret, glanced at his uncle sitting next to him, and shook his head at him to indicate that there was nothing he could do.
Then he smiled and said to Lin Yimu, "What a pity, I finally have some free time, but it's also good that you can study with Professor Zheng. Why don't I have such a good opportunity like you?" Yuan Mingxu said and sighed regretfully.
Listening to Yuan Mingxu's sighs on the phone, Lin Yimu said with amusement while tidying up the messy draft papers on the table, "What's there to envy? If you hadn't run away with your uncle, I think Professor Jiang would have called you. If you are interested, why not come to Beijing University tomorrow to get familiar with the campus environment in advance."
Yuan Mingxu's eyes lit up when he heard that. He glanced at He Xiuji who was sitting next to him, and waited for him to nod before saying, "Okay, I've never been to Peking University before. I'll go take a look tomorrow and find you while I'm there. Don't say you have something to do then!"
Lin Yimu thought about the recent progress of the experiment and felt that he should ask Professor Zheng for a day off. Maybe he could even ask Yuan Mingxu to help him think about the problem that he had been unable to figure out, so he agreed.
Lin Yimu looked at the hung up phone, then glanced at the draft paper he had sorted out, sighed with a headache, and decided to put it aside for the time being. Maybe he would have an idea in a couple of days. He should first think about the new project he applied for.
On Yuan Mingxu's side, after hanging up the call with Lin Yimu, Yuan Mingxu looked at his uncle who was sitting on the sofa opposite him, looking down at the documents, and finally asked his doubts: "Uncle, why do you want to investigate Lin Yimu? Isn't he just an ordinary student with good academic performance?"
He Xiuji raised his eyes and glanced at Yuan Mingxu indifferently, then lowered his eyes and said, "This is not your business."
"But uncle, Lin Yimu is my recognized friend!" Seeing his uncle's attitude, Yuan Mingxu frowned a little unhappily and emphasized.
He Xiu Ji looked up at the person who had lost his temper with some surprise. He didn't expect that this person who had always been a little scared in front of him would actually argue with him because of a friend he had just met.
Although he was a little surprised, he was more relieved. After all, he was his own nephew, and he didn't want him to always be afraid and angry when facing him, so he kindly explained, "Don't worry, I'm just a little curious, and it won't cause him any harm."
"What are you curious about?" Yuan Mingxu asked He Xiuji puzzledly.
He Xiuji looked at the man who had the courage to ask questions today, but he didn't feel impatient. Instead, he explained in an unusual way, "Because when I met him in the town that time, I suspected that he was sent by those restless guys in the family, so I asked someone to check his information. But apart from some basic information, which is what everyone knows on the Internet, no other in-depth information can be found. It seems that he was intentionally hidden."
Yuan Mingxu showed some surprise when listening to his uncle's words. He didn't expect that his uncle was investigating Lin Yimu at that time. Even with his uncle's ability, he couldn't find his detailed information. How was this possible?
Could it be that Lin Yimu really has something to do with those people in the family? But it doesn’t look like it?
In his heart, Yuan Mingxu didn't believe that Lin Yimu could have anything to do with those guys in their family.
Seeing his uncle's expression still unchanged, Yuan Mingxu asked directly what he was thinking, "Uncle, do you suspect that Lin Yimu's information was hidden by those people in the family? That shouldn't be possible, right? Can their methods hide it from you?"
He Xiuji looked at his nephew who looked unconvinced and said calmly, "We'll know when we meet him tomorrow."
As for whether he met Lin Yimu because of suspicion or for other reasons, only he himself knew, but there was no need to explain this to a junior like Yuan Mingxu.
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