Huaxia, Capital, Yanbei University, International Mathematics Research Institute, Lu Changzheng was sitting in his office looking at the paper.
Just like Sumant Jair, Qiao Ze and Kori Durant's papers had been downloaded and printed out by him.
But Kori Durant's paper was now cast aside, left unattended.
After all, he wasn't like Sumant Jair, not a reviewer for Qiao Ze's paper and this was the first paper of Qiao Ze he read, which felt quite marvelous.
The sudden ringing of the phone broke Lu Changzheng's deep focus.
Professor Lu frowned slightly, glanced at the mobile phone carelessly tossed on the desk, saw the name Qian Yuhai, and his mouth turned up slightly. He reached out to press the call button, didn't bother to pick up the phone, and casually activated the speaker.
"Hello, Old Qian, what's up?"
"What else? You're reading the kid's paper, aren't you?"
"Yeah, quite insightful."
"Indeed, I regret it. When I went to Xilin, I should have thought of a way to bring the kid to Yanbei. It's a loss."
"Oh? How so?"
"I just took another look at Li Jiangao's previous paper, and let me tell you, his research direction is totally unrelated to this paper."
Lu Changzheng glanced unconsciously at the paper he had already printed out and replied, "I know, I have downloaded it."
"Then, just last night, Sukeman directly said on Facebook that an important theorem proof in Ackerman's student's paper was a direct plagiarism from Qiao Ze's paper published in 'Duke Mathematical Journal,' titled 'A Mathematical Framework for Self supervised Learning Based on Group Theory.' Now, how great is this laugh!"
Lu Changzheng was stunned.
This thought process was a bit too much to wrap his head around.
A professor from a top American university and another from a top German university, arguing over whether a paper of a young Huaxian was plagiarized, outright quarreling through the ether on a foreign social media?
This was beyond preposterous; it was a once-in-a-lifetime series of events.
"Wait a minute, that's not right. It should be 1 PM in Germany right now, and it's just turning 7 AM in the United States, right? How could they start arguing?"
"Haha, that you wouldn't know! For Sukeman, the battle has been going on for almost a whole night. He started by posting a message, then about three hours later, in the morning around 7 AM in Germany, Ackerman responded, and then Sukeman immediately started accusing again...
The current score is Sukeman has posted seven times, Ackerman has also responded seven times, and now we're waiting for Sukeman to continue the firestorm! The two are engaged in a verbal battle, and at least a thousand people are watching, each side's comment section is adding fuel to the flames, hahaha it's too much fun..."
After hearing this, Lu Changzheng glanced at the paper lying in front of him on the table, and suddenly found it less appealing.
After all, the papers could be read anytime, but such a clash between masters, if missed, could only be relived through replays.
"Where are you? On the third floor?"
"No, in the small meeting room on the second floor. Zhang has called over Zhu, Liu, and they are preparing to project it on the big screen, Qu has gone to buy sunflower seeds and peanuts, and everyone is planning to have a good laugh together."