Just turned over a new leaf and became a wise and intelligent student

Chapter 264 Academic Capitalists

The work that Xu Qingshan assigned to Xue Xueqing and Wang Kui was not only to help him complete the Boolean function sensitivity conjecture, but more importantly to actually apply the Boolean function sensitivity to the project experiments. Xue Xueqing, who had some engineering background, took over the part related to the circuit design algorithm model, while Wang Kui focused more on the logic part of the pure number algorithm.

Although these two girls have some distinct personalities, they are indeed useful beasts of burden.

The main thing is.

Cows know to hide in the straw shed to rest, and horses know to go back to the stable to sleep, but these two cows and horses get up early and come back late every day, spending all their time in the department. They are so diligent, studious and love research.

Although Xu Qingshan was also pushed in the opposite direction by their emotional atmosphere for a while.

But it is undeniable that he did save a lot of basic and advanced work.

He can free up his hands to concentrate on the most advanced and sophisticated problems.

"Xiaoxi, come with me for a walk."

"You two can look at the information and compile two papers based on the mathematical problems of Boolean functions, and then publish them in a journal of statistical probability."

Xu Qingshan stood up and tidied the things on the table.

"Remember to cite my original manuscript in the core proof. I will post the newsletter when the time comes. Please remember to break it down to the department. Give Xiaoxi a joint title when the time comes. You can arrange the rest by yourselves."

"Long live the teacher!"

Xu Qingshan made some simple arrangements and Xue Xueqing waved her arms excitedly.

Xu Qingshan shook his head.

He walked out of the department with data files and information about the algorithm model ideas.

"Qingshan, how about this? If the papers are written by two seniors, I will just put my name on them."

Jiang Huanxi was a little conflicted, tugging at the corner of Xu Qingshan's clothes with an awkward expression.

The two of them walked out of the Institute of Mathematics together.

"Believe it or not, go ask Xiao Xue and Xiao Wang. They are very happy. Did you hear Xiao Xue shouting 'Long live' just now?"

Xu Qingshan said with a smile.

Walking out of this small building with off-white exterior walls and looking back at it, it appears exceptionally tranquil under the shade of tall trees, like a beautiful woman naked in a gauze curtain, with a fragrance that makes people intoxicated and obsessed, and can't wait to go in and take a look.

"Why?"

Jiang Huanxi was puzzled.

In her opinion, the paper should be signed by whoever wrote it.

After all, she has never really been exposed to the academic circle and doesn't know the ins and outs of it.

“Because if they were to work for other supervisors, they might not even be the last author on the first few papers.”

As Xu Qingshan spoke, he held Jiang Huanxi's hand and strolled on the campus of Peking University.

The campus atmosphere of Peking University is much more romantic than that of Huaqing University next door.

At least the ratio of men to women is much better.

At Kyoto University, if you take a walk around, you can see couples walking hand in hand on campus.

In Huaqing, you can see a group of men sticking together without having to go around.

Xu Qingshan held Jiang Huanxi's little hand and explained to her the current situation in the academic circle.

"In fact, the people who actually produce the scientific research output in many laboratories are young, young bosses and doctoral students. If doctors can be considered scientific research laborers, then masters are scientific research slaves."

Xu Qingshan spoke and Jiang Huanxi listened carefully.

She seldom comes into contact with these.

"For example, if a large laboratory wants to work on a core project, then this project can produce many papers. The most core and guiding papers will naturally be led by the big boss, and implemented by young professors and PhDs. If there are various branches extending from the project, they can be split up and led by PhDs and masters themselves. Finally, the paper authorship is allocated."

Xu Qingshan wrote a few strokes to help Jiang Huanxi roughly understand the basic framework of the academic model.

This is not just the case in China, it's the same all over the world.

“There are two situations for allocating authorship to a paper.”

"The first type is people like me who don't really care about the importance of one or two articles, because I don't have any assessment pressure, and I've already exceeded the promotion target, so I can give more points to my students, and they will be more motivated."

"The other type is those professors who still have promotion-or-leave contracts, or those who are under 45 and still want to be evaluated for various project funds, such as the Young Elite Scholars Program. In order to increase their own paper quotas, many of them will list all papers with a little gold content as their first author, or even as the independent first author, and students will not even have the opportunity to sign their papers."

“But there’s nothing these students can say.”

"Why?"

Jiang Huanxi actually had some idea of ​​the answer, but she still asked the question.

"Because the supervisor has too much power, he can decide on his own whether you can graduate or not, whether at home or abroad."

Xu Qingshan said with narrowed eyes.

It was still a little too cold outside. Even though he and Jiang Huanxi were wrapped tightly and wore earmuffs to keep warm, the cold wind still hurt when it blew on their faces.

"Many students in the latter research group had to delay their graduation for one or two years, and finally graduated with difficulty to feel relieved."

"Ugh."

The girl's sigh turned into a white mist in the air and dissipated in the cold wind.

Xu Qingshan looked at the pleasant-looking girl beside him and let go of her hand, letting her keep it in his pocket. He then reached out and gently rubbed her head.

"It's okay. You won't encounter this situation as long as I'm here."

"I was thinking about someone else."

Jiang Huanxi raised her head and looked at Xu Qingshan, her smile slightly forced.

"I feel at ease with you around, but when I think about how so many people are suffering, I don't know why I can't be happy."

"You."

Xu Qingshan smiled and rubbed her head again, then put his hands in his pockets.

His hand, which had become cold after being outside for a while, covered the girl's warm hand, but she didn't move. Instead, she held her own hand with her backhand, interlocking her fingers, as if trying her best to transfer the warmth to herself.

“We’ll get there later.”

Xu Qingshan said softly.

“To change it.”

"Let's go and finish the project first."

"Ok!"

When the two were halfway there, snow flakes began to fall from the sky.

Not big.

Just enough to make star-like snow fall on people's heads.

If you look from a distance, it looks like a gray-haired couple walking on the school road.

The road was slippery due to the snow, and it took them nearly half an hour to walk a distance that would take ten minutes in summer.

We entered the laboratory prepared by the Information Science Center for Professor Davis and his team. It looked much more advanced than the one in the Mathematical Research Institute and even had an electric-controlled door.

"Xu! Jiang! You're here!"

Olivia was wearing a mask, and even though her voice sounded a little weak, she still shouted at the top of her lungs, and came over to greet them as soon as possible.

Jiang Huanxi asked seriously.

"Miss Olivia, do you have a cold?"

"Well I thought it wouldn't be any colder here than in Toronto, so I didn't wear enough clothes and ended up catching a cold."

Olivia sniffed and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Where's Professor Davis?"

Xu Qingshan raised the folder and USB flash drive in his hand.

"The key node has been completed. Now it depends on the strength of your team."

"I'm reading your paper. Don't worry, our team is no worse than Cameron's guys."

Olivia was a little proud, and held her head high and chest puffed out, but she coughed again.

"Sorry, I'm going to go get some water first. The teacher is in the third office. You'll see when you get there. The door is not closed."

Olivia left in a hurry, and Xu Qingshan took Jiang Huanxi towards Davis' direction.

When he arrived at the office door, Xu Qingshan saw Professor Davis working at his desk, reading a paper and deducing something.

After not seeing him for a few days, he always felt that Professor Davis' hairline seemed to have moved up a lot.

"Oh! Xu!"

Before Xu Qingshan could speak first, Davis sensed someone at the door.

"You are such a genius! You are my Donald Knuth!"

Davis was generous with his praise.

Xu Qingshan shrugged.

"I don't think Professor Knuth can do math any better than I do."

The confidence in his tone was so powerful that even Professor Davis was stunned for a moment before he burst into laughter.

"Of course. I also think you should win the Fields Medal earlier than the Turing Award."

Jiang Huanxi blinked at the side.

She understood the English, but she didn't quite understand what they were talking about.

"Donald Knuth, Turing Award winner, is the developer of TeX, the basic macro language of LaTeX that we usually use to write papers. LaTeX is a macro package of TeX. You can just think of it as a shortcut key setting."

Xu Qingshan turned around and explained it to Jiang Huanxi in a considerate manner.

"Xu, you forgot to add that what Professor Knuth is most praised for is the beauty he created for computers and computing science. He is the Venus of the computer field."

From the intoxicated expression on Professor Davis' face, we can see his admiration for Donald Knuth, and of course, it can also be seen from this that he admires Xu Qingshan.

Jiang Huanxi understood the logic, and her smiling eyes looked very beautiful.

"Okay, let's not talk about other things for now, Professor Davis, let's take a look at this first. I don't know what stage your experiment has reached, but mine is almost there."

Xu Qingshan smiled and handed the information in his hand to Davis.

"Please take a look at the site and give us your feedback on any missing parts, and we will make some finishing touches."

"OK."

Davis temporarily put aside his plan to continue reading the paper and started looking through the printed materials.

Xu Qingshan glanced at the paper in the computer.

It turned out to be the paper I published on arXiv on the sensitivity conjecture of Boolean functions.

"May."

Davis suddenly spoke while looking at the information.

"Ok?"

Xu Qingshan paused.

“I don’t think when they came up with the detailed complexity theory they thought it would be solved so quickly.”

"My friend, um, he is the editor-in-chief of Quanta magazine. He told me at a private gathering last time that Scott Alonso of the University of Texas at Austin complained to them in an email, saying that this is one of the most frustrating and embarrassing problems in combinatorial theory and theoretical computer science. Later, he said in his blog that scholars who tried to solve it and failed are the Hall of Fame of discrete mathematics and theoretical computer science." "Is it so exaggerated?"

Xu Qingshan knew what Davis meant.

But my friends have already proved the twin prime conjecture, so there is no need to make a fuss over a conjecture.

"of course."

Davis looked up and adjusted his glasses.

"If you don't believe it, wait until your paper is published and see what scholars in the computer field say about you."

"Honestly, Xu, do you really not consider going all out for the Turing Award? I think we can continue to work on more in-depth problems together."

Professor Davis is eager to try it out.

"There are many problems that I wouldn't have dared to consider if I were alone before, but now that you're here with me, I feel incredibly strong!"

"Davis, let's finish the work at hand first. I hope that the theoretical model of circuit design produced by your last project is reliable."

Xu Qingshan avoided the question.

"Ok."

Davis wasn't sad either.

This was the answer he had expected.

But it doesn't matter. He is going to stay in Peking University anyway. If Xu Qingshan continues to stay in Peking University in the future, he doesn't suggest to cooperate with Xu Qingshan every day.

"I took a quick look at the overall framework and it's all right."

Davis received the information and smiled brightly at Xu Qingshan.

"Don't worry, I will complete the project successfully. If I don't let you go, Professor Potucha next door will come over tonight to have a gentleman's duel with me."

"Then, happy cooperation."

Xu Qingshan extended his hand toward Davis.

"Very pleasant."

Davis smiled widely.

In addition to Professor Davis' team that has already moved into Kyoto University's Information Science Center, two other teams have also arrived at Kyoto University and successfully settled in.

Many graduate and undergraduate students of the School of Information Science and Technology have had the opportunity to communicate with world-class teams in advanced computer and related fields.

Xu Qingshan's research group also obtained a number of node projects and derivatives from these three teams.

After Xu Qingshan had tested and trained Guo Xueqing and Wang Wei for a short period of time, he threw the relevant mathematical problems to them to study, and he was only responsible for the most difficult parts.

Xu Qingshan doesn't have to worry too much about other computer problems, because Mei Hong has been eagerly waiting for his guidance.

However, Xu Qingshan’s position and work at the Information Science Center are not as stable as those at the Institute of Mathematics.

He is more like a top consultant, looking here and there, solving problems when there are any, and guiding thinking when there are no problems.

But no matter what.

No matter who is missing out on the project results, his share will be there.

Even for some partial results of some projects, Xu Qingshan didn't say a word from beginning to end.

This feeling
"Ah~ Is this what it feels like to be an academic capitalist?"

Xu Qingshan was lying on the bed, stretched out in a "big" shape, with his arms and legs stretched out to his heart's content. Jiang Huanxi was sitting beside the bed, helping him sort out the pile of supporting documents and fund application forms on the table.

"Qingshan, have you achieved the results that other professors have spent several years on in just half a year?"

Jiang Huanxi asked curiously.

Tomorrow the two of them will go to Princeton together to attend the highly anticipated small academic conference. As a result, Xu Qingshan has been bringing home all kinds of supporting documents, fund application forms, project books and the like in the past few days.

Xu Qingshan was too lazy to clean up, so she helped him clean up and fill in basic information.

The results showed that Xu Qingshan had made important contributions and was highly involved in all the key projects recently launched by the Information Science and Technology Center, at least that was what was written in the certificates and applications.

"not enough."

Xu Qingshan leaned against the pillow, enjoying the warm and soft quilt, and answered with squinted eyes.

"Isn't that enough? That year?"

"No, what I mean is that you said other professors have fewer years. If all my projects are carried out normally and completed, plus the projects assigned to Xiao Guo and Xiao Wang after we come back, then other ordinary professors may not have as many achievements as me in ten years."

The efficiency of the Institute of Mathematics in producing papers is astonishingly fast.

Using an inappropriate metaphor.

That is, if we show netizens the speed at which Xu Qingshan and his Qingshan research group produce papers at this time, their opinions will definitely be polarized.

Either you think Xu Qingshan is really awesome, or you think his paper is just rubbish.

Which good guy can produce one major conjecture-level paper and two SCI-level papers within one month of setting up a team?

Although the latter two papers are applications and branches derived from the former, this is enough to prove the strength of Xu Qingshan's research team.

and!

Regarding the issue of signature.

People outside the circle may not feel anything.

But people in the circle, at least the graduate students at the University of Tokyo, whether from the School of Mathematics or the School of Information Science, have begun to get restless.

The newly established Qingshan research group immediately became the number one topic in the small circle of graduate students.

When Xu Qingshan and Jiang Huanxi were having lunch in the cafeteria yesterday, they heard a few old-looking graduate students from the School of Mathematics talking about their research group.

"Alas, I don't know if I can find a way to transfer to Xu Shen's research group."

"Think about it, you know Guo Xueqing and Wang Wei. They were first and second in their majors in undergraduate studies. They were able to publish papers and graduated with first-class scholarships and honors. You don't really think that Xu Shen would be willing to accept ordinary people like us if we go there, right?"

"But why did they both choose to study for a master's degree at that time instead of going directly to a doctorate?"

"Nonsense, we are a mathematics school. If you don't graduate from your PhD program, you will only have a bachelor's degree. You should study for a master's degree first. If you want to switch to another major, wouldn't it be okay to work in finance and do business analysis?"

"Don't think too much. Just admire the might of God Xu. I bet you that God Xu will win so many awards next year."

Xu Qingshan was gnawing on a chicken leg at the time, and he almost choked when he heard those words.

Are the two abstract little calves and horses in my department so strong?
"But he's only 18, right?"

“Next year it’s 19.”

"What's the difference between 18 and 19? I guess Xu Shen is the only one in the world who is so young and can win awards everywhere."

"If you ask me, it's still a little off."

There is a possibility that dissenting voices will emerge among young people.

"What's the difference? If you can do it, go ahead."

"No, I'm just analyzing rationally. Why are you so anxious? If you ask me, although the general form of the proof of the twin prime conjecture by Xu Shen is indeed good, it is not a complete proof after all. It is no problem to win some awards, but if you want to compete with Fields, there are still many opponents, and it is not completely overwhelming."

"What about the Boolean function sensitivity conjecture this time?"

"This is something in the computer field. Even if it is basically based on mathematical ability, the final application direction and theoretical concepts are all computer-related. Do you think it can win the Turing Award if it is awarded with this thing?"

"It's not enough to listen to what the big guys at the Academy of Sciences say."

"Isn't that right?"

Xu Qingshan chewed slowly and listened very carefully.

Under normal circumstances, he would have finished his meal long ago.

He was very curious about what this knowledgeable guy thought of him, but he had a pretty good attitude.

"So, if you ask me, God Xu is indeed quite awesome for us students, but if you really put him among the top true gods in the world's academic circle, let me just say this."

"what?"

“It will take time to verify.”

"Tsk, nonsense."

"Hey, what nonsense is this? If God Xu can prove the twin prime conjecture tomorrow, or find another difficult problem in the field of number theory to prove, then I will think that God Xu is a true god, at least in the field of number theory, I recognize him!"

"Forget it. That kind of thing is impossible. Let's eat."

Xu Qingshan curled his lips as he looked at Jiang Huanxi, who was sitting next to him with his head down as if trying to hold back a laugh.

How come this guy is a prophet?

Should we get rid of him when it gets dark?

As a result, Xu Qingshan had no time at all that night.

Mei Hong brought a lot of documents to him for collection. For example, Professor Davis' team has already entered the critical research phase. Although this critical research phase may be as short as one or two months or as long as one or two years, there is already something to write about.

The other two teams have also entered the startup phase.

As the core partner of the three teams, Xu Qingshan is naturally the beneficiary of the project results.

Mei Hong gave him those things so that he could share the cake.

As a result, as he was about to leave for the United States, Xu Qingshan had finally dealt with things on both sides and was too lazy to move. It was Jiang Huanxi who helped him organize and fill out the forms.

"Qingshan, what do you think Princeton will be like?"

Jiang Huanxi asked with longing.

"Should, possibly, maybe. Well, I don't know. Maybe it's similar to our Beijing University?"

Xu Qingshan was stuck.

He has never been to the United States, nor has he been to Princeton. This has been the case in this life and in the previous life.

"I think your aunt should know this better, right?"

Jiang Yuhua is a PhD in mathematics from Princeton.

She had been to Beijing for a short while, and it was unknown what she was doing at the mathematics center that Huaqing University was setting up. She flew back to Princeton without even saying goodbye.

It was only when I arrived at school that I remembered to report my safety to Jiang Huanxi, a girl who was also in Beijing.

"Then can we go see my aunt this time?"

Jiang Huanxi's eyes lit up.

She was a little nervous about going to a foreign country in the first place, but if her family were with her, the experience might be completely different.

"Then you have to hope that she's not running around. Make an appointment with her in advance."

Xu Qingshan muttered.

As he lay there, he began to feel sleepy.

Slowly he fell asleep.

I've been feeling a bit too tired lately.

But when he regained consciousness, he found himself on the plane.

and.

He was still resting his head on Jiang Huanxi's shoulder, drooling all over the floor.

(End of this chapter)