Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

Meng Zezhi spent the whole afternoon cleaning up the rubbish in the living room, and then replaced all the daily necessities in the house with new ones according to his previous habits, even the dishes and chopsticks were not spared.

Early the next morning, he drove to Capital University.

As a professor, he used to have his own independent office at Capital University.The place is not big, about forty square meters, equipped with a desk, a set of filing cabinets, a set of sofa coffee table, and an entire wall of books and periodicals.

Xu Jiaqing's incident happened at the end of July, which was during the summer vacation, so although her predecessor had been depressed for more than a month, it had no effect on her work.

It was just the beginning of school, and according to the usual practice, Meng Zezhi sent a message in the student group, asking students to come to him in batches with papers.

The predecessor was studying mathematics, but unlike his mentor, Professor Wan Zhexian, who was mainly engaged in the research of typical groups and geometry, the main research direction of the predecessor was number theory.

He brought a total of six doctoral students and fifteen graduate students under his name, all of whom were in the three-year program.

After posting the message, Meng Zezhi walked to the bookshelf and pulled out two periodicals from memory.

The name of the journal is "Journal of Huaguo Mathematics". Among the [-] core mathematics journals in China, the influence of "Journal of Huaguo Mathematics" can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches.The two papers that were previously exposed to the academic fraud scandal were published in these two journals.

Meng Zezhi couldn't do the main task for the time being, and Jiang Qiyang was calling the shots in Hollywood right now.As for Chen Yinglong, how can he be an ordinary person who can casually spend 5000 million to invest in Jiang Qiyang's movies and TV series? It is said that when his father coughed, the domestic sugar industry would tremble three times.

He is a scholar with no power and power, so it is really not wise to go up and confront Jiang Qiyang.

That's why Meng Zezhi decided to start with the side mission - restoring the reputation of his predecessor.

There are three stains on the predecessor, domestic violence causing miscarriage of his wife, academic fraud, and chaotic private life.

There was not much time left for Meng Zezhi. Five months later, these two papers were found to be plagiarized, which became the trigger for his predecessor to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

Meng Zezhi briefly went through the two papers and thought about it.

Those who study number theory will always imagine that one day they can solve one or more worldwide number theory problems - Goldbach's conjecture, twin prime number conjecture, Riemann hypothesis, Fermat's last theorem...

Among them, the most familiar to Chinese people should be Goldbach's conjecture.

In the 30s, the Huaguo School of Analytical Number Theory, represented by Hua Luogeng, emerged.

1956年，王元院士先后证明了“3+4”、“3+3”、“2+3”、“1+4”问题。

In 1962, Academician Pan Chengdong and Barbarn of the Soviet Union proved the "1+5" problem.

1966年，陈景润院士证明了“1+2”问题，并在1978年证明了“1+1”上限公式。

It is precisely because Huaguo mathematicians have made outstanding contributions to proving Goldbach's conjecture that this conjecture was labeled as a "political label" beyond academic significance by the country early on, and it inspires younger mathematicians all the time.

Affected by this, after his predecessor was selected as a Changjiang scholar, he boldly shifted his research direction to Goldbach's conjecture.

But unfortunately, the predecessor failed to solve this problem.But this is not to say that his research is useless. 35 years later, his only daughter successfully proved this conjecture based on his research.

Unfortunately, the child is gone.

Meng Zezhi shook his head.

The two papers previously published in the "Journal of Huaguo Mathematics" are about Goldbach's conjecture.

At that time, his predecessor had been poisoned, and his IQ decline caused his research work to be in trouble.However, the school has strict requirements. Professor-level supervisors need to publish at least two core journal papers every year. The number and quality of papers are directly linked to scientific research projects and funding.

Unable to produce research results, his emotions gradually lost control, and he became irritable and irritable. Because of this, his predecessor didn't think much about it, but attributed the reason to too much work pressure.

No one would like to deal with a person who would get angry at the slightest disagreement. After coming and going, the colleagues in the department gradually alienated the predecessor, and the students of the predecessor were also afraid of being scolded by him, and they would not come to him unless it was absolutely necessary.

Except for one person.

That person was Zhang Fangxu, a doctoral student from his predecessor.

Zhang Fangxu bravely resisted the storm in his predecessor, and reported to the laboratory on time every day.With his help, the predecessor wrote these two papers with great difficulty.

After thinking about it, I know that the level of these two papers is not very high, but fortunately, it is still possible to submit to the "Hua Guo Mathematics Journal".

Considering that Zhang Fangxu helped him a lot, his predecessor also thought about adding his name to the paper as the second author.

But Zhang Fangxu refused. He asked his predecessor for 3 yuan. The reason was that his father was hospitalized with kidney failure, his condition was serious, and the family's medical expenses were not enough.

The predecessor listened and agreed. After all, the level of these two papers was not high, and with the addition of a second author, the gold content would be even lower.

The predecessor readily gave Zhang Fangxu 6 yuan.

How could it be so simple——

Zhang Fangxu's father was indeed hospitalized, with kidney failure and a serious condition.

Then Chen Yinglong approached him and promised to bear his father's medical expenses until his father finished the kidney replacement operation, but he needed Zhang Fangxu to do a few things for him.

Zhang Fangxu agreed.

The predecessor never expected that every time Zhang Fangxu entered the laboratory, he would take pictures of the manuscripts of his predecessor, rearrange them and put them away after returning home, and would pretend to casually mention his research progress to classmates or netizens every once in a while.The results came out, the predecessor wrote the thesis, and he followed suit. After finishing writing, he specially asked his classmates to help check if there were any format errors, and then pretended to take the finished thesis to the predecessor...

When the paper was published, the name of the predecessor was written in the author column.

The former students didn't know about it at all. Seeing this result, there was an uproar.

At this time, Zhang Fangxu's acting skills were close to those of the actor. He was angry when he should be angry, and wronged when he should be wronged. When asked by his classmates, he hinted unwillingly that their predecessors had given him a sum of compensation.

Seeing that Zhang Fangxu didn't pursue the matter, the students in his predecessor didn't dare to stand up rashly. After all, the matter had nothing to do with them, not to mention that the fire at the city gate caused the fish in the pond, and the collapse of their predecessors was definitely not a good thing for them.

It's just that they don't know what they think behind the scenes.

Five months later, under Chen Yinglong's instigation, Zhang Fangxu jumped out and accused his predecessor of stealing his research results. As soon as the evidence was presented, his predecessor couldn't argue with it, and he was directly thrown into the abyss.

It's actually not that difficult to break through.

To put it bluntly, the predecessor is still not important enough, no one is willing to protect him.

Meng Zezhi stopped tapping the table with the index finger of his left hand, and his eyes fell on the large characters of Goldbach's conjecture in the abstract of the thesis.

He studies physics, focusing on biophysics, and he inevitably dabbles in various subjects.Although the world he originally lived in was also a small world, its technological level was much higher than this world. At least in their place, Goldbach's conjecture has become a conclusion.

Although Meng Zezhi did not know how this conjecture was proved, it did not prevent him from believing in his own ability, especially on the premise that he had the memory of his previous life.

The most important thing is that at present, he has no other choice but this path.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Meng Zezhi put away the two periodicals.

The office door was pushed open, and six students came in and stood one meter away from the desk, among them was Zhang Fangxu.

"professor!"

"En." Meng Zezhi had no intention of chatting with them to get closer. He reached out and knocked on the table, and Zhang Fangxu quickly put the paper in his hand over.

Meng Zezhi looked up at him. Zhang Fangxu was average-looking, tall and thin, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face was normal, and he didn't look like he had done anything wrong.

Suddenly meeting Shangmeng Zezhi's deep eyes, there was such an illusion for a moment, Zhang Fangxu felt as if all the secrets of his body were exposed under the gaze of these eyes.

His heart stopped beating, and when he fixed his eyes to look again, Meng Zezhi had already withdrawn his gaze.

He looked surprised, could it be an illusion!

A feeling of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.

Meng Zezhi spent more than ten minutes going through the thesis in detail. I have to say that Zhang Fangxu is indeed a bit capable. In the past year or so, he didn't take care of these students at all except for normal classes. He was able to write this paper. The papers of other levels are already very good.

Just a pity!

Meng Zezhi took a pen and circled two mistakes in the thesis, and then returned the paper to Zhang Fangxu: "Go back and correct these places, and then you can send it out."

"Thank you, Professor!" Zhang Fangxu was ecstatic, and instantly forgot what happened just now.

Then a girl with short hair handed the thesis to Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi flipped through a few pages and threw the paper back: "What a mess, rewrite it."

Seeing this scene, the short-haired girl almost gritted her teeth, but dared not speak out.

"The bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth, change it!"

"You have too few things of your own, and the possibility of drafting is unlikely."

"You made up this data yourself!"

After dismissing three students in a row, Meng Zezhi loosened the tie around his neck, took the paper from the last female student, and flipped through two pages. .

Zhou Jia clenched her fingers subconsciously, not daring to take a breath.

It took a quarter of an hour before Meng Zezhi finished reading the whole paper. He looked up at Zhou Jia: "You did this independently?"

It wasn't Zhou Jia's conspiracy theory, but Meng Zezhi's notoriety. She subconsciously thought, could it be that Meng Zezhi also wanted to embezzle her thesis?

She subconsciously wanted to ask other people for help, but there was no one around her. Only then did she realize that she was the last one and everyone else had already left.Confused, she bit her lip and nodded.

"That's right." Meng Zezhi praised sincerely, and he began to love talents: "After graduating from a master's degree, are you interested in continuing to study with me for a Ph. D.?"

Zhou Jia was stunned for a moment, what does this mean?

She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she was afraid of offending Meng Zezhi, so she could only say cautiously: "I...I haven't decided whether to study for a Ph. D., and I'm getting old..."

"Oh." Meng Zezhi was a little disappointed.

He still understands the truth that not immediately agreeing is refusing.