Super God-Level Top Student

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"Chengzi, good morning, why did you come to our side first today?" Su Mucheng walked into the large office and was greeted enthusiastically by Hanna.

It's worth mentioning that this Austrian woman's language learning abilities were indeed strong. Having only been at the school for a bit over half a month, aside from occasionally using the wrong word or forgetting how to describe something and having to insert one or two English words, daily communication was no longer a big problem.

She even occasionally popped out an idiom or two.

"Hehe, Hanna, of course, I missed you," answered the happy Su Mucheng, before saying to Liu Chenfeng, who was getting water, "Liu, Qiao asked you to come over."

"Oh, what's up?" Liu Chenfeng asked, somewhat surprised.

In recent times, the task Qiao Ze had given him involved studying papers, and there hadn't been a new task for a while, which had left him feeling uneasy. He felt quite useless and was seriously worried about being kicked out of the research group.

There was no helping it, Qiao Ze had also asked him for his views on the project itself.

But even though he had found many supportive papers during this time, the problems Qiao Ze posed were indeed quite obscure, and he felt they required an explosion of inspiration to offer any suggestions.

And lately, he seemed to have had no inspiration at all.

"You'll find out if you ask Qiao, hurry over, he's waiting for you. I'll stay here and chat with Hanna," Su Mucheng said with a smile.

She didn't tell Liu Chenfeng directly because it was good news.

With Qiao Ze's profoundly reserved nature, it was hard for him to form a close connection with others. So whenever there was good news, Su Mucheng always created opportunities for Qiao Ze to tell others himself, but if it was bad news, she would announce it.

"Oh, alright." Liu Chenfeng quickly took a sip of water, then rushed over.

The smile on Su Mucheng's face helped still his anxious heart somewhat.

Such a radiant smile, it shouldn't be bad news.

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"Boss, you were looking for me?" Liu Chenfeng greeted politely as he knocked and entered Qiao Ze's office.

The way of addressing each other in this special project group was actually quite chaotic.

At first, Liu Chenfeng was very conflicted about how to address Qiao Ze.

He couldn't just call him "Qiao," like the others did, after all, he was much older than Qiao Ze.

Since Qiao Ze usually called him "Liu," he decided to simply use their surnames, which didn't seem impolite.

Moreover, when he first joined the research group, Liu Chenfeng was quite confident. Qiao Ze was strong, but it was a new project and happened to overlap with his research. Liu Chenfeng didn't dare to say he could guide Qiao Ze, but he felt he could keep up with Qiao Ze's pace and that they were qualified to discuss it together.

Then, he realized that wasn't quite the case.

Later, when he discovered he could barely keep up with Qiao Ze's jump in thinking patterns, he couldn't bring himself to call him by his name anymore and just imitated Tan Jingrong and addressed him directly as the young boss.

In a sense, Qiao Ze was indeed his junior boss, since he was the one in the research group who could take money home, even though it wasn't much, just over 3000 a month.

As for Qiao Ze, he still called him Liu.

"Mm." Qiao Ze nodded and then pointed to a spot next to him.

Liu Chenfeng went over to Qiao Ze's side, sat down a bit stiffly, glanced at the screen, and then looked away.

Because they had to wait a bit, Qiao Ze had already switched to his intelligent assistant.

"Boss, is there something you need?"

"Su Mucheng didn't tell you?"

"No, she said I'd find out once I came over."

"Oh. We've submitted our research paper to 'Mathematics Annual'. The editor-in-chief said it met the publication requirements, but they need to confirm a few things with the authors through video call. You're the third author, so I wanted you to show your face."

"Ah? The paper's finished? 'Mathematics Annual'? Is it the one from Shuangdan University or...?"

There's also a 'Mathematics Annual' in Huaxia, divided into A and B issues. Issue A is a bilingual bi-monthly, and issue B is an English quarterly.

It's prestigious, considered part of the core Chinese journals.

Qiao Ze shook his head and said, "It's the one from Princeton."

"The editor-in-chief of 'Mathematics Annual' from Princeton wants to video call us?" Liu Chenfeng asked again, his voice trembling slightly.

His mind was in a haze, nearly bereft of the capacity to think.

After all, it was Princeton, the legendary breeding ground for Fields Medal winners, with 26 Fields laureates who had graduated from there.

For those who studied mathematics, it was a sacred place.

Well-known Huaxia mathematicians like Chen Xingshen, Li Zhengdao, and Yang Zhenning had taught at the Institute for Advanced Study at Princeton.

The prominent young-generation mathematician Tao also received his PhD at Princeton.

The current editor-in-chief of 'Mathematics Annual' was also the dean of the Princeton Mathematics Institute, and now this bigwig of the mathematics community wanted to have a video call with them?

"Yeah." Qiao Ze glanced sideways at Liu Chenfeng, puzzled.

It was just a video call with an editor about publishing a paper, and he didn't quite understand why Liu Chenfeng was so excited.

"Well, boss, maybe you don't know, but the editor-in-chief of 'Mathematics Annual' is also the dean of the Princeton Mathematics Institute."

Catching Qiao Ze's confused look, Liu Chenfeng quickly explained.

"Oh, you mean he also has lots of free time?" Qiao Ze asked casually.

Just a dean of the School of Mathematics, Xilin University of Technology also has one, and he's the advisor of the person right here. Always doing some meaningless things, talking about some boring concepts. In Qiao Ze's opinion, only people with nothing better to do could have so many strange ideas.

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