Chapter 212

Anhui Province, capital city of Daishan.

There are many cars and people. In a low-key villa, academician Yu is looking at a pair of LED screens. In front of him are three middle-aged men in white coats. And the above content is "on the evolution of the spirit and the adaptation of the big environment."

"Stop it." Academician Yu rubbed his eyebrows and waved his hand. An assistant immediately brought tea. He sighed and frowned at the LED screen: "no way."

Three middle-aged men laughed bitterly one after another. A central official sighed: "there is too little information. Since you came back from Bao'an, you have been engaged in this subject. We have collected only dozens of cases of" possible "variation in different places. Compared with the base number of Yinling, this subject is likely to fail. "

Academician Yu did not open his mouth and closed his eyes gently.

He recalled that he had seen that young man on that day, and vowed that the variation of the spirit was not an individual case, but existed from ancient times to the present. It's a pity that I'm too busy. Who is this special man!

However, he soon did not care.

For a person who has devoted his whole life to academic research, a good article is absolutely equivalent to Bugatti Veron in the eyes of car lovers, and the winter spirit in the eyes of drunkards. The author will talk about it later! He was too eager to see what other Masters had in mind.

"Thesis paper It is important and controversial... " He picked up the paper with a little twitching eyelids: "but after reading this paper, I feel that it should be like this Not to mention the substantial degree of the backbone of arguments and arguments, but only the arrangement of words and the guidance of logic Who in the hell wrote this? Can't I see that? "

Too excited, he has forgotten Professor Tao's words, when turning to the first page. Finally, I saw a list of names.

At the top, there are bold and black fonts. First author: Qin Ye.

Bugatti Veyron suddenly becomes a bumblebee, and the liquor in winter suddenly turns into magma.

In a room as blazing as fire, Yu's mood suddenly cooled down. He ate Shi and looked at the name.

This A little embarrassed

It's not How could it be you?

How old are you? How can you write a paper of this level! It's not that I look down on others, but knowledge is accumulated by time! You're 18 and you're 81? You're killing ghosts in your mother's womb!

"This boy Is it Yama? You know so much about the ghost Old Yu felt that his temples were jumping, and you were very keen. Could your mother know? It's not Where do you want our faces to go? What about my eighty year old face! After studying the spirit for the most part of his life, the old big topic is actually the door opened by a teenage tutor?

Then he went on to read, the second author: Lin Han, Su Feng.

Here are the assistants, more than a dozen students who participated in the writing.

He widened his eyes to find out the name of an old acquaintance, but There's no such thing.

Academician Yu felt a little autistic.

"Old Yu Where are you going? " Seeing him stand up, the two white coats immediately asked.

"Leave me alone I went out for a walk... " Academician Yu kneaded his temple and went to the balcony. Looking at the traffic outside, he was disappointed: "the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead incorrect! This wave is so weird! There's no substitute for this, is it

No, no, no, no, let me struggle again I still don't believe it I feel that my confidence can be saved

As if to vent his anger, he stood on the guardrail and said to himself: "the whole thesis, even if the arguments and arguments come from him, but this old and spicy way of integration, the tacit cooperation between the lines, the skillful use of professional terms, the logical arrangement I believe that he is a provincial and ministerial senior official in government departments, and I believe that he has reached my level in SRC. I can't believe that he is the tutor of the first medical university! "

Taking a few deep breaths, he immediately took out his mobile phone, found Tao Ran's number, and immediately opened the video.

"Old Yu?" Over the phone, Tao Ran is also surprised. It is not everyone who can receive the video of Yu Lao.

"Who wrote for him?" Academician Yu said: "this level It's definitely written by someone who has broken the pen. Who guides him? "

"Not your proxy?" Unexpectedly, Tao Ran was more surprised than him.

Holding grass Are those boys really the ones who made it?

In the video, two old men stare at each other. After a few seconds, academician Yu hummed: "what identity am I? He is not my illegitimate son. Why should I write for him? "

Tao Ran only felt his heart beating wildly. He repressed his excitement and carefully replied, "old Yu No one can go out before the next semester, even I can't. It's even more impossible to contact the external network, and Except for the two principals, no one in our school has this level of leadership... "

Old Yu sighed.

Didn't he know these things?

After reading the first paragraph, he knew that it was not written by Li Tao and Xu Anguo. I just can't admit the failure in disguise.That little bastard wrote it?

This Rong Laofu will be isolated for a while