Will online dating with school belle affect my mech making?

Cheng Zihao, who had just finished optimizing the weather controller, yawned.

Although the body is very tired, but the sense of accomplishment of optimizing part of the structure makes his spirit uplifted.

Everyone in the research institute looked at Cheng Zihao's face full of immortality, so they had no choice but to go to Deng Yunshan to persuade Zihao to rest.

They had tried to persuade him to rest before, but without success.

Deng Yunshan came to visit after hearing this.

I was shocked to see his thick eye bags and thick dark circles.

Cheng Zihao finished a stage of work, saw Deng Yunshan approaching, and wanted to get up.

However, her legs were stiff due to sitting and standing for a long time, and she was about to fall to the ground when she got up unsteadily.

Mr. Deng quickly supported him, and urged him earnestly.

"Zihao, your body is important, Longguo can't afford to lose a talent like you."

Cheng Zihao didn't take it seriously, and he only drank two sips of water a day when he was studying the mecha.

It's only been three days, it's not a problem at all!
"It's okay, Mr. Deng, the optimization research of the weather controller has come to an end, I'm going to rest now."

After stretching his legs and feet, Deng Yunshan called two soldiers to escort him to rest.

While Cheng Zihao was brushing the knowledge given by the system on the bed.

He got a call from Carl, the editor-in-chief.

"Hello, I'm the editor-in-chief of "Sessions", do you still remember the paper you published here?"

Cheng Zihao was stunned for a while before he remembered the paper he had published before.

"Oh yes, I did publish a paper before, what do you want?"

The editor-in-chief Karl wanted to test whether this mysterious college student had anything to do with the weather controller.

In order not to arouse his resentment, he could only ask questions cryptically.

"Sir, I don't know what you think about this typhoon moving event?"

Cheng Zihao frowned when he heard that, did the editor-in-chief want to talk about himself?
Dragon Kingdom's secrecy is absolutely reliable, and it is impossible for other countries to know the relevant information.

"It should be a naturally occurring low-probability event. It may be affected by atmospheric movement. Anyway, I understand it. If you don't understand it, I can't explain it to you."

Unexpectedly, Karl asked persistently.

"Then, based on your academic knowledge, what do you think of the weather controller?"

Carl did not leave the conference room of the editorial department. Hearing his respectful question, the editors all pricked up their ears and eavesdropped intently.

Some professors quietly approached Karl after hearing Karl's question.

"Weather controller? I only know that Charles from the Lighthouse Country is researching it. I haven't been involved in this field, so I don't know."

Of course Cheng Zihao quickly denied it, and what he said was true.

He only participated in the development and subsequent optimization of the weather controller, and it's not entirely his own credit. I can't have to know where the raw materials come from after I eat a meal, right?

Karl just suspected that Cheng Zihao might have participated in the weather controller project.

A person's energy is limited, and such a young scientist can only specialize in two or three directions at most.

Hearing what Cheng Zihao said, dispelled his doubts.

After all, he has a more important purpose.

Karl wants to nominate this mysterious researcher from the Dragon Kingdom!

"I don't know what to call Mr.

"My surname is Cheng, is there anything else I want to ask?"

Karl wants to nominate Cheng Zihao, but Cheng Zihao has only one paper published in the academic world.

"Okay, Mr. Cheng, do you have any new research directions recently?"

"I have an important award here and I want to nominate you, but only one result is not enough."

When the editors around heard what Carl said, they all showed astonished eyes.

The professors behind them looked thoughtful, and their eyes lit up!
That's right! As long as this Mr. Cheng from Longguo can write a paper of the same level, it doesn't matter even if it is inferior.

Passing the list of nominees for the Nobel Prize is a sure thing!

The editors were shocked by Carl's polite treatment.

There are only a handful of scientists who can make the editor-in-chief so polite. You must know that only the best [-] papers are published in "Sessions" every year!

As a scientific research magazine that can be ranked among the top three on Blue Star, I don't know how many parallel scientists and unremarkable papers will be wiped out.

Being able to become the editor-in-chief of this journal has been a long time ago.

There was a lot of discussion about who the editor-in-chief Karl was nominating.

"I guess it's Gödel. The paper he prepared before should be published soon."

"I bet one dinner, it's Crick, I overheard the editor-in-chief talking to him last time about publishing a paper in Sessions!"

"But, the other party claims to be Cheng, isn't that the name of Long Guo? Could it be?"

"Hush, keep your voice down, and listen to what the other party has to say."

The professors were dissatisfied with the editor's comments and were eavesdropping behind Karl.

Cheng Zihao heard Karl ask if he had any new research directions.

Suddenly he felt a little guilty. Just a few days ago, he just proposed the energy plan of controllable nuclear fusion.

Immediately covered it up; "My previous thesis was only model theory, and I was still struggling with how to practice true knowledge, and I didn't have time to study new directions."

After hearing this, Karl showed regret, and asked unwillingly.

"But I want to nominate you for the global Nobel Prize! Mr. Cheng, do you have any other papers besides this one?"

The editors around were stunned.

Now that the stone hammer is under the hammer, the person the editor-in-chief wants to recommend is actually a young college student from Longguo!

They all huddled together in front of Chief Editor Carl.

Carl, who couldn't stand it, had to switch to a public phone so that everyone could hear it.

Cheng Zihao didn't care when he heard Karl say it was a Nobel Prize, he didn't care about these false names at all.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I really don't have any other papers. I don't want this Nobel Prize."

Unexpectedly, the borrowed words made the editors freeze on the spot.

What did they hear?
College student Cheng unexpectedly rejected the nomination for the Nobel Prize!

This is the Nobel Prize!Not those small awards that can be faked everywhere.

It is a grand prize that can truly make Bluestar 80 billion people famous!
Isn't all scientists' continuous efforts to win awards and praise from thousands of people?
Become a milestone in the progress of mankind, be included in the textbooks so that everyone can understand their achievements!
Such a young college student actually refused so simply? !

Only the sound of the phone hanging up was left.

The editor-in-chief Carl did not expect that Mr. Cheng would refuse the nomination.

I can't help but sigh that I have such a mind at such a young age
Such people cannot be attracted by fame and wealth to dedicate themselves to their role.

Only scientific problems attract their attention.

Carlton suddenly thought of a possibility and was very excited.

Is it possible that this Mr. Cheng is already researching a new topic?

It is impossible for such a person to publish only this paper!There must be dust somewhere waiting for your own digging!