The research lab has admitted more people.
The next morning, Mo Yang was asked to do obstacle analysis. It was called obstacle analysis, but in reality, other laboratories had encountered unsolvable bottlenecks, and too much time was wasted on the current bottlenecks, which delayed the progress of the project.
The professor in the lab spread his hands, his embarrassed tone making it impossible for Mo Yang to refuse him outright. After investigating on-site, Mo Yang discovered the reason for the checkpoint's existence.
However, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Letting them figure out their own solutions to problems will bring them greater room for growth.
Mo Yang simply asked a question, and the student opposite him had already changed to a way of thinking that was closer to a solution.
Mo Yang walked out of the lab with a sense of relief. It seemed that this kind of situation would become more frequent in the future. He didn't want to take on too much; his own projects were already giving him enough headaches. He felt it was necessary to avoid them if possible.
Back in the lab, I was incredibly thirsty, so I put some tea leaves in my cup and went to the tea room to get some water.
On the way back, I vaguely saw Huang Zhongqian's shadow.
He thought to himself, "With him around, nothing good ever comes of it."
Over the past few days, he has been fooled quite a bit by Huang Zhongqian.
He stopped moving, holding his teacup, and stood at a distance, observing from the sidelines.
Sure enough, Huang Zhongqian and the person beside him entered his laboratory.
In the lab, Fan Siwen was texting Bingo, bragging, "I've refuted this theory, and now I'm the physicist the scientific community recognizes. How about that, isn't that awesome!"
Bingo across from him couldn't empathize at all. "No way, buddy, you're the one I was complaining about yesterday. And you're the one I'm bragging about today."
"Thanks to your timely comfort, I'll treat you to dinner next time we meet."
As I pressed the send button, I vaguely sensed someone entering the room.
Fan Siwen didn't pay attention, her eyes still glued to her phone.
Where is Professor Song?
Only when he heard that the person's voice was somewhat different from Song Yize's did he put down his phone and walk over with a smile.
"Boss, Professor Song has gone out on business. It seems he was asked to help by another professor."
"Oh." Huang Zhongqian lowered his head slightly as he spoke, "I'll add a new intern to your lab. I'll talk to Professor Song about it later."
"Okay." Fan Siwen said with her eyes, "Take care," while still smiling at Huang Zhongqian.
Huang Zhongqian, who had already turned around to leave, turned back and nodded at Fan Siwen, "Stop playing on your phone."
"Yes, sir."
He watched Huang Zhong leave with a simple smile before letting out a long sigh of relief.
He held his teacup, sipping it as he waited.
After a long while, Huang Zhongqian came out alone.
Mo Yang had been calculating in his mind, and it seemed that he had come to send someone to him.
Yesterday they launched a surprise attack to test their professional skills, and today they're planting a mole within their ranks.
He can't keep this person.
Thinking about how to phrase his repatriation request, he slowly walked back with his teacup in hand.
The combo of opening the door and entering was still very smooth, but the next second Mo Yang was completely bewildered, not knowing what 1+1 equals.
The person in front of me—why does this person look so much like him?
The next second, he appeared outside the door again, holding a teacup.
He pressed himself against the wall, panting heavily. Then, remembering the security cameras inside, he tiptoed towards the toilet.
Mo Yang never expected that he would meet another version of himself so soon.
At that moment, he even doubted his own eyes.
After thinking it over carefully, I realized that the person I just saw looked exactly like me from the past.
Thinking of this, Mo Yang's body trembled uncontrollably. He slowly slid down to the ground.
He had thought about what it would be like and what would happen if he met another version of himself one day.
But even though he had considered a thousand possible scenarios, he never imagined that he would end up like this when it actually happened.
Mo Yang slowly stood up from the ground, brushing off his slightly dusty clothes as he did so. He calmly cheered himself up and then walked back as if nothing had happened.
At this point, making assumptions is pointless. When the event actually happens, all he can do is face it and confront it with his true self.
Who knows what incredible sparks might fly?
He has always felt that he was smarter when he was younger than he is now.
Being in contact with yourself shouldn't be such a scary thing, right?
Even so, it's possible that no one else has had the same experience.
He's about to be the first person to eat crab.
Reaching the laboratory entrance, Mo Yang stopped there, forcing his heart rate to stop at 180 beats per second.
He let out a long breath.
Just as he was about to go in, he suddenly realized he seemed to have left his water bottle in the washroom. Never mind, he scanned his iris, the lab door opened, and Mo Yang went in again.
The boy in the laboratory was full of confusion.
Fan Siwen was speechless as she explained, "He might... he might have eaten something bad, so he's in a hurry to go to the toilet. Just wait a bit, he'll be back soon."
Another period of silent silence followed.
Fan Siwen had never been so embarrassed. After a brief silence, she started chatting with the boy in front of her.
Which school did you graduate from?
"USTC"
"I heard that school is very good, and it even has a special program for gifted children. It's said that all the country's top scientific and technological talents are recruited there, and after graduation, they are assigned to major research institutions for key training."
"That's not always the case. Some people go abroad; I went to Harvard to get my PhD in quantum physics and then came back to China."
"You got your PhD from Harvard? There aren't many people in the country who follow that path."
"I was admitted to Harvard's quantum physics program through a special admission process. It is said that among the graduates of our class, there were four people nationwide with the same IQ level, three of whom were from our school. The other one went to Harvard without graduating from high school. But I never met him at Harvard."
"No, no, no, the rumor is wrong. He later felt that Harvard was nothing special and went to study at Oxford instead."
"You know him?" The man's eyes were filled with excitement.
"Yes... I am him."
"Are you Fan Siwen?"
"Yes."
Fan Siwen felt a little embarrassed and immediately changed the subject.
"Shouldn't you be back at the quantum-related research institutions at the University of Science and Technology of China? Why are you here?"
“I was seconded from the local quantum computing engineering research center.”
"Secondary transfer? Has there been any word on how long the temporary transfer will last?"
"It's said to last until the project ends."
That's fantastic!
The two were chatting enthusiastically when Mo Yang pushed the door open again, looking somewhat embarrassed.
The conversation ended, and the boy turned to face Mo Yang.
The people who came in again were noticeably more composed than before.
"Hello Professor, I am a new intern, my name is Mo Yang."
"Oh, please sit down first." Mo Yang said, turning his head away abruptly.
"What major did you graduate from?" Mo Yang asked, speaking with his back to him, appearing much more natural.
“Quantum physics,” Mo Yang replied casually.
“Quantum physics is not very relevant to our current research projects. To be honest, coming here would only be a waste of your time and we can’t offer you any help.”
Fan Siwen listened anxiously from the side. How could quantum physics not fit? It fits perfectly!
"Professor Song is researching quantum computers in quantum computing engineering. It is said that more than 100 countries around the world are using their quantum computers for computing tasks."
Quantum computer? Mo Yang's eyes lit up. "If you think our project can help your future development, you can stay and observe."
"Okay, Professor, I won't bother you any longer."
Although Mo Yang didn't quite understand, he still watched the boy leave before his eyes.
Perhaps, just as he initially thought, he still couldn't quite accept having an undercover agent by his side.
Mo Yang, who had just left, was also confused as to why the lab had rejected him when he had been temporarily transferred there.
Having accepted the professor's arrangement, Mo Yang turned to find Huang Zhongqian, who had brought him there.
Before receiving Huang Zhongqian's call, Mo Yang was completely calm. It wasn't until he heard Huang Zhongqian's barrage of insults that Mo Yang felt as if he had been sprayed with dog blood, and his mind became unusually clear.
In Huang Zhongqian's office.
"Do you know how hard it was for me to get this person here? And you just say you don't want it. I had to cancel their work for the next six months. So what are you going to do about it?"
"I didn't say I didn't want it," Mo Yang said softly, sounding increasingly unsure of himself.
"But you didn't say you wanted it." The person in front of him shouted, spitting all over Mo Yang's face.
"Things aren't what you think."
"If you think you have enough people, then I won't add any more people for you. It'll just be the two of you doing it."
"Not enough, not enough. It's still too difficult to deliver results within a year."
"You still know that?" The man's tone suddenly dropped several notches.
Mo Yang felt that the incident was sudden and truly suspicious.
The man lowered his head and whispered something to Mo Yang.
“This kid has a stubborn temper. You should know him well. I’m transferring him here to assist you. You should train him well. If there are any bad habits you don’t like, correct them for him. It won’t be a waste of time to have met him.”
Well, Mo Yang has finally figured it out. This isn't work at all; it's just a huge game of make-believe.
He and this project are inextricably linked.
I'm afraid I won't be able to escape responsibility in the future.
Now, one of him isn't enough for the project; there are two of him.
This matter...
Mo Yang rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
"Next time something like this happens, tell me in advance so that people can be mentally prepared."
There was no way to push it away, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and accept it.
"Okay, I understand."
After speaking, the man cleared his throat again.
"Alright, since you've clearly admitted your mistake, I won't pursue this matter further. I've pleaded with you to let the person stay, so you'd better treat him well."
"Okay, I understand."
"Since it has already happened, there must be compensation measures. How do you plan to compensate them?"
"Huh?" Mo Yang hadn't expected this. He was completely bewildered. "Compensation..."
"Here's what we'll do: deduct two thousand from your monthly salary as an extra bonus for him. Don't confuse this bonus with the project bonus; both should be paid out. Got it?"
"I've got it."
Mo Yang's voice was weak, and his face was full of reluctance.
They're clearly just making excuses to deduct his wages.
He strongly suspected he had been set up by capital, but he had no evidence.
On the way back, I was completely exasperated and didn't want to say a word.
Mo Yang followed behind.
"Professor, I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"No."
"I can do without the professorship."
"real?"
"Professor, you can give it to me if you really want to."
Mo Yang's face darkened again.
This child is utterly stubborn.
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