Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

It was already noon the next day when Zhu Zhengqing woke up.

He opened his eyes, seeing the strange roof lights, strange bedding, and strange room.

With a swipe, he sat up from the bed, then covered his head with his hands, and took a quick breath.

After a while, most of the stinging pain in his head subsided. He recovered his breath and thought about it carefully. Scenes of what happened last night reappeared in his mind.

He pursed the corners of his lips, his expression was a bit complicated, some were happy, some were sad, and he didn't know if he had any regrets... Even the right hand that was holding him on the quilt also tightened unconsciously.

At this moment, Meng Zezhi pushed the door open and walked in: "Are you awake?"

Zhu Zhengqing suddenly turned her head and looked over, the complex emotions in her heart were only joy.

"This is my home." Meng Zezhi walked over.

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes flickered slightly.

"Last night..." Meng Zezhi paused, and said, "You were drunk and fell asleep right away. I don't know where you live, but my guest room happened to be empty, so I brought you back."

"En." Zhu Zhengqing let go of his clenched right hand, touched the comfortable and soft fabric under his hand, and suddenly felt warm all over his body.

Meng Zezhi put the paper bag in his hand on the bedside, and said, "This is a change of clothes. I bought it according to the size of your coat."

Hearing what he said, Zhu Zhengqing smelled the strong smell of alcohol and sweat on his body, his ears were slightly red, avoiding Meng Zezhi's gaze at him, and said, "Thank you!"

Meng Zezhi lowered his eyebrows and said tentatively, "This is what I should do."

He was not sure whether Zhu Zhengqing made such a statement last night because he was outspoken or impulsive.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips, what should be done, Meng Ze knew that he had already assumed the role of boyfriend.

Boy friend--

Zhu Zhengqing's tongue trembled slightly, and he hummed softly, "Yes."

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi felt that his heart had turned into a spring, and the smile in his eyes went straight to the bottom of his heart. Since Zhu Zhengqing was willing to treat him wholeheartedly, he naturally couldn't make him worry too much.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi turned around and sat on the bed, the mattress sank slightly, he turned to look at Zhu Zhengqing: "About my AIDS—"

Zhu Zhengqing's throat tightened, and his good mood disappeared in an instant.

Meng Zezhi said slowly, "You don't have to worry too much. Do you know why I'm a math researcher, so I'm so devoted to the biology lab!"

Zhu Zhengqing shook his head.

"Because I knew I was infected with HIV, I wanted to develop a specific drug to treat AIDS."

AIDS, specific drugs?

Zhu Zhengqing was stunned.

After the shock, he came back to his senses and felt that his tongue was not his own anymore. He said, "Then, how is the research going?"

"It has already begun to finish." Meng Zezhi thought for a while and said, "I still have a [-]% certainty."

Zhu Zhengqing's mood became more and more complicated, and the sadness in his heart turned into surprise and joy.

He didn't think Meng Zezhi was lying to him, because it was unnecessary.

The willows are dark and the flowers are bright, but that's all.

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes flickered slightly, and it was with great difficulty that he calmed down the excitement in his heart.

"Okay." All that needs to be said has been said, Meng Zezhi stood up: "You wash up first, I will cook, and we will go to school together later."

"Okay." Zhu Zhengqing was in a good mood.

After Meng Zezhi left the room, Zhu Zhengqing threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and went into the bathroom with a paper bag.

After taking a hearty hot bath, Zhu Zhengqing took the clothes in the paper bag and put them on one by one.Just as he was reaching out to open the bathroom door, he suddenly thought of a question.

According to Meng Zezhi, the clothes were bought according to the size of the jacket he was wearing before, so—what about the underwear?

Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help but think wildly, and then blushed.

After dawdling for a while, Zhu Zhengqing finally finished tidying up. He opened the door and walked out.

In the living room, Meng Zezhi was watching TV, and steaming meals were already set on the table.

"Ghost director Jiang Qiyang has returned with "Titanic". It was released for three weeks and earned [-] million US dollars, creating a global box office legend..."

Meng Zezhi grabbed the remote control and pressed the power off button without hesitation.

He turned his head to look at Zhu Zhengqing, stood up and said, "Let's eat."

"Because I don't know what you like to eat, so I made a few random dishes." Meng Zezhi served Zhu Zhengqing a bowl of pumpkin porridge: "I didn't eat in the morning, let's have some porridge first."

"Yes." Zhu Zhengqing happily agreed.

Meng Zezhi, who has been single for more than 70 years, has nothing to say. The braised pork with bamboo shoots is fat but not greasy, the braised fish is delicious and fragrant, and there is a crispy and delicious corn-fried fungus.There were not many dishes, but Zhu Zhengqing felt that this was the most comfortable meal he had eaten since returning to China.

After filling their stomachs and resting for a while, the two drove to Beijing University.

Since Zhu Zhengqing had classes in the afternoon, Meng Zezhi had to go to the lab alone.

Send the medicine into the drying box and set the time.Taking advantage of his free time, Meng Zezhi turned on the computer on his desk, and then found that his mailbox had been bombarded indiscriminately.

He manipulated the mouse to scroll down, and the earliest email came from Pete, the editor of "Annual of Mathematics", informing him that his paper had passed the editor's review and was in the peer review stage. Considering the special nature of the paper, they arranged ten reviewers.

In addition, more than 30 emails are from these ten colleagues. Of course, they are here to find fault.

Meng Zezhi took a deep breath, pulled himself together, and clicked on the first email.

Meng Ze was tired of dealing with all kinds of tricky problems, and the news that Goldbach's conjecture was proved finally spread.

"I have a student who is studying for a Ph.D. at Cambridge University. His girlfriend is also a student at Cambridge University, under the tutelage of Professor Baker. According to her, Professor Baker received an invitation to review manuscripts from the "Annual Journal of Mathematics" four days ago. He is currently in charge of More than half of the review has been done, and no problems have been found yet," Professor He said.

"It is said that the author of the paper has used four methods to prove Goldbach's conjecture. This is probably the gap between people." Professor Song, who is relatively young, does not hide his envy and admiration.

"I still don't know who proved Goldbach's conjecture?"

"Probably because the other party is relatively low-key, or he is a newcomer. According to my student, even Professor Baker doesn't know who the author of the paper is."

Although the "Annals of Mathematics" implements a double-blind review system during the peer review stage, that is to say, the author and reviewer of the paper do not know each other's identity, but everything is not absolute.

For one thing, there are only a few experts in the field of number theory, and even fewer can serve as reviewers.Secondly, the four top mathematics journals only publish a hundred or so articles a year, among which those who are serious about number theory can be counted with a slap in the face, and most of these people are excellent researchers in the industry.

Generally speaking, reviewers can identify the author of the paper through the research direction of the paper and the wording and sentence making. No matter how bad it is, isn’t there an email left by the author?

The predecessor has never contributed to these four top mathematics journals, which is why Meng Zezhi's vest can be covered until now.

As if remembering something, Professor He smiled and said: "Once it is confirmed that Goldbach's conjecture has been successfully proved, I don't know how many people will hate the author because the project was cut off."

After all, he is not the only one who studies Goldbach's conjecture.

Dean Fu didn't care. Meng Zezhi was the only one who studied Goldbach's conjecture in the Department of Mathematics. He didn't think that it would be great if the person who proved Goldbach's conjecture was Meng Zezhi. It's already abolished, and secondly, the other party has been staying in the biology laboratory for more than half of the semester, and even the project at hand has stopped, so how can it be possible to produce results.

It happened to be able to take advantage of this opportunity to cut off the project in Meng Zezhi's hands openly and stop the loss in time, which is not bad.

Dean Fu thought about it.

At the same time, Meng Zezhi received an invitation.