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

Chapter 349: The Transoceanic Package from Bombelli
At this point, Xu Qingshan finally understood the subtext of what Principal Liu said at the banquet that day.

They didn't come to discuss project cooperation with me at all, but to build up their connections at Beijing University in advance.

I don’t know where Principal Liu got the information from, but he actually chose Xu Qingshan to build connections.

Xu Qingshan looked suspiciously at Mei Hong who was shaking his head beside him. Apart from Old Mei, he really couldn't think of a second candidate.

"Is there something on my face? It seems like there will be an interview after the photo session. Are you going? If you don't go, I'll take Yang Shu with me."

Mei Hong touched his face and asked in surprise.

"Nothing, I won't go, you guys go ahead."

Xu Qingshan had no interest in this level of interview, so he would rather leave it to Mei Hong and his colleagues at the Institute of Information Science and Technology to show off their reputation.

He is now past the stage of needing public exposure.

"Okay, I'll definitely mention you more."

Mei Hong said happily.

"It's okay if you don't mention it. I'm going to get busy."

Xu Qingshan waved his hand, said goodbye to Yang Shu, and left the school gate with Jiang Huanxi, heading towards his new laboratory.

Now, not only are Xue Xueqing and Wang Wei in control of the laboratory, but Olivia and the others have also chosen their own workstations in the computer science laboratory next door.

However, before all the equipment arrived and Xu Qingshan had not returned from Ice City, they had no idea what they would be doing here. So, one by one, they brought the things related to Chinese culture that they were interested in and studying recently to the laboratory to discuss.

The mathematics laboratory and the computational science laboratory are separated by only a wall.

The next room was always filled with the chirping of birds, which naturally surprised Xue Xueqing and Wang Wei. Sometimes they would go over to take a look. Xue Xueqing was a warm-hearted person, so they became familiar with each other after a few visits.

These girls from various project teams have heard more about Xu Qingshan than they know, and are quite curious about and slightly admire these two of Xu Qingshan's founding disciples.

What kind of genius could become Xu Qingshan’s student?

Also, if they become Xu Qingshan’s students in the future, what do they need to pay attention to?
The girls' feelings seemed to be gradually sublimated during the chat.

When Xu Qingshan took Jiang Huanxi to the door of the mathematics laboratory and prepared to introduce his new laboratory to her, they saw the girls sitting around the small podium cooking hot pot.

"What are you guys doing?"

Xu Qingshan was not angry, he just looked helpless.

"Director! You and Xixi are here? Do you want to eat something together? This is the spicy hot pot soup base from my hometown that my mother sent me. It's delicious."

Xue Xueqing was not aware of the problem at all. She stood up excitedly and came over to greet Xu Qingshan and the others.

"We will help them get used to the atmosphere of our team. We will clean up later."

Wang Wei felt that being caught by his tutor was not a good thing, so he pinched his hands in embarrassment and explained in a low voice.

"From your mother?"

Xu Qingshan didn't say anything else, but extended his hand towards Wang Wei.

"After eating, you have to clean up. Don't let the house be filled with smoke. Please bring me two sets of bowls and chopsticks."

"it is good!"

Wang Wei breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously.

Xu Qingshan and Jiang Huanxi sat down and chatted with the girls while eating hotpot. It must be said that the taste was really good.

It was not until Xu Qingshan took Jiang Huanxi to his office to see Jiang Huanxi and Tong Tong's workstations that Wang Wei completely relaxed. Looking at Xue Xueqing, who was still enthusiastically chatting with Olivia and the others about the delicacies of her hometown, he shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly, Wang Wei thought of something important and quickly handed the bowl in his hand to Xue Xueqing.

"Take them and clean up first. I almost forgot about that matter. I'll go tell the director."

She trotted for a while and arrived at the door of Xu Qingshan's office, but then stopped, slowed down, took a breath, and then knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

Wang Wei carefully opened the office door and looked inside.

Jiang Huanxi was standing in front of the bookshelf wall looking at the books on the bookshelf, while Xu Qingshan was looking at the computer.

"what happened?"

Xu Qingshan raised his head.

"A package was delivered yesterday. You were not here, so I helped to receive it and put it under the cabinet. It was sent from Princeton. It should be some books. I was afraid I would forget it, so I came to let you know."

"Okay, I'll take a look later."

Xu Qingshan nodded, and when Wang Wei was about to retreat, Xu Qingshan gave another instruction.

"If you need to organize any team-building activities, remember to pay from the account. You are all still students, so leave more money for yourselves. Just pay me for the reasonable activity expenses."

"Oh, good."

Wang Wei blinked and left the office.

From the moment Xu Qingshan and the others appeared until now, she finally felt completely relieved.

She was somewhat thankful that her mentor was Xu Qingshan, who could tolerate their various antics. If it were any other mentor, she didn't know whether he would fly into a rage and get angry.

It’s no wonder Wang Wei thought too much.

Just a few days before Xu Qingshan went to Bingcheng to participate in the competition, something happened in Beijing.

A male doctoral student from the class of 2009 fell to his death at Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications. The incident happened in the 15-story main teaching building of the Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications.

This main building is a "circle building" with an open-air patio in the middle. The doctoral student jumped from the 13th floor, and blood splattered in the middle of the patio.

Three days after the doctoral student's death, a patent with him as the owner and first author was successfully approved.

It's hard to say what the trick is.

But for graduate students in Beijing, or even across the country, such news, which is not considered news, will always add a sense of anxiety to their journey to a doctorate.

Although Wang Wei knew very well that Xu Qingshan was not that kind of person.

Fortunately, Xu Qingshan’s return was like a stabilizing force.

Xu Qingshan was not very clear about these things. He took out the package that Wang Wei mentioned from the cabinet. The package was heavy but not too big. He looked at the list on the package and found that it was indeed sent from Princeton, but there was no signature on it.

Jiang Huanxi helped him find a pair of scissors, and the two of them opened the package completely, and only then did they see some books inside that looked very old.

At the top of this package of books was a handwritten letter.

Xu Qingshan picked up the letter.

[Dear Xu, we haven't seen each other for a long time since our last pleasant exchange. I miss you very much, and of course, I also want to see you produce the results we agreed on. Although the Riemann hypothesis seems to be a topic that is unlikely to be completed, I still believe that you have this possibility.]

【.These are the documents on the Riemann hypothesis that I have carefully selected and collected over the years. Of course, you can find these documents elsewhere, but these contain my handwritten comments, which contain all the hard work I have put into the Riemann hypothesis throughout my life. I hope they can be of sufficient help to your work.】

【Enrique Bombieri】

The letter was very long, four pages long.

Xu Qingshan was very surprised to receive the package and letter from Mr. Bombieri, because they actually kept in touch through emails every month.

The letter did not mention any other news. It was filled with Bombieri's strong and almost tangible feelings for the Riemann hypothesis, as well as his expectations for Xu Qingshan.

Xu Qingshan felt that this was not normal and he was a little worried.

After all, this kind of plot appears too many times in TV dramas.

When a mentor was seriously ill and dying on his sickbed, he left his life's unique skills to the younger generation he believed in, so that the younger generation could inherit and carry forward them.

So Xu Qingshan didn't even have the mood to open these heavy and responsible books, but immediately sent an email to contact Bangbieli. But his email fell into the sea, and after waiting for a long time, there was no reply.

This made Xu Qingshan unable to eat when he returned home in the evening.

Although he and Mr. Bombieri had only met once, this romantic mathematical gambler left a deep impression on him.

After returning from the United States, Bombieri spared no effort to impart to Xu Qingshan his unique insights into the Riemann hypothesis, as well as the detours that those who have tried to break through the Riemann hypothesis have taken over the past few decades.

Bombieri will not directly determine Xu Qingshan's path. He is just providing Xu Qingshan with the most authoritative perspective on the subject of Riemann hypothesis in the world.

Even Xu Qingshan himself did not deny that he had stepped on the old man's shoulders and glimpsed a corner of the Riemann hypothesis.

However, his recent busy schedule has left him no time to take care of this topic, which may require a lot of investment but has little guarantee of getting results.

did not expect.
Xu Qingshan sat at the desk with a painful look on his face.

His life had been too smooth, and he had not experienced the death of any relatives or friends. That feeling was terrible. Although it was not as heartbreaking as when he heard about the death of his grandmother in his previous life, it still made him feel depressed.

By late night, there was still no news from Bangbieli.

Xu Qingshan even used some scientific methods and called Bangbieli, but the call was not connected.

very bad.

It seems hard to think of any other explanation.

Xu Qingshan could only calm down and, with the worst guess in mind, he sent an email to the Preston officials and Mr. Fefferman, whom he was familiar with, asking about Mr. Bombieri's condition and whether his illness was serious.

But the message he received left Xu Qingshan speechless.

broken.

You expressed the wrong feelings.

I still underestimated the thinking and romantic mentality of foreigners.

Xu Qingshan looked at the email sent by Fefferman with a complicated expression, crossed his fingers in front of his mouth, and was unable to speak for a long time.

"Is it no longer possible? Don't be sad."

Jiang Huanxi felt distressed when she saw Xu Qingshan lying motionless. She saw that Xu Qingshan couldn't even eat tonight. She walked to Xu Qingshan and gently embraced his head, trying to use her arms to make Xu Qingshan relax.

"no."

Xu Qingshan sighed and pointed to the computer in front of him.

"That old dog Bombieri has nothing to do. He sent this package just to hurry me up."

Jiang Huanxi lowered his head and looked at the email from Mr. Fefferman.

He spoke in detail about Bombieri's recent condition.

According to Mr. Fefferman's vivid description, in the six months after Bangbieli and Xu Qingshan separated, not only did he not get sick, but he became younger and younger.

Not only did he walk with a breeze, but he also wore flowery clothes.

This month, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked for leave from school to travel back to his hometown in Europe.

He drove his beloved fiery red Ferrari, threw away his phone and computer, and relaxed and had some fun.

The reason why he sent the package to Xu Qingshan was, firstly, to save trouble. He was too lazy to find information for Xu Qingshan every month. Secondly, he felt from the content of Xu Qingshan's two recent emails that Xu Qingshan did not seem to focus on the Riemann hypothesis recently, so he wanted to urge him.

That's why there is such misunderstanding.

Old friends like Fefferman who were still in Princeton would occasionally receive postcards and photos that Bombieri had sent back from somewhere unknown.

The latest photo sent back to Princeton shows Bombieri wearing beach pants and with silver curly hair, hugging people on both sides and laughing with a group of young girls on the Mediterranean beach.

Looking at his appearance, how can he look like a 70-year-old man?

After Jiang Huanxi finished reading, he also fell silent.

"Forget it, as long as he's okay."

Xu Qingshan let out a long breath.

Only then did he take out the books that Bangbieli had sent him and read them. Jiang Huanxi looked at Xu Qingshan for a while and suddenly said.

"It's fine to be friends for academic purposes, but you can't follow this old man and be unfaithful to others."

"How could that be? You can't trust others, but you can't trust me? Am I that kind of person?"

Xu Qingshan looked up at Jiang Huanxi, seeming a little surprised that she would be so jealous.

Jiang Huanxi snorted.

"Just remember."

After saying that, she walked away on her own.

"Today is a bit weird, isn't it?"

Xu Qingshan scratched his head.

For a moment, he didn't know what Jiang Huanxi was uncomfortable with, so he could only continue to look through the manuscript annotated by Bombieri in his hand and began to study the key points of the Riemann hypothesis.

Jiang Huanxi went into the bathroom, turned on the heater and looked in the mirror.

The yellow light reflected on the side of the face makes people look a little red.

Jiang Huanxi looked at herself in the mirror, let out a sigh of relief, her lips pursed, her nose felt sore, and tears came out uncontrollably.

"I know it's nothing, nothing, nothing, so why am I still thinking about it? Why am I still sad?"

Jiang Huanxi muttered to himself.

Looking at the photo of Bombieri in the email, she inexplicably thought of the group of foreign girls who surrounded Xu Qingshan and asked him questions and praised him today when they were in the laboratory.

She knew that Xu Qingshan liked her very much, and she also knew that he liked her understanding.

But she found that at this time, she had no way to control her emotions.

And Xu Qingshan didn't realize any of this at all.

If she spoke first, wouldn't that mean she was narrow-minded? Because she thought too much about these little things.

Thinking of those things and thinking of Tong Tong who lived with her, Jiang Huanxi felt more and more aggrieved, but she didn't want Xu Qingshan to see her like this.

When you are confused.

"Clap."

The door was opened and I heard the sound that it was Tong Tong who came back.

Jiang Huanxi quickly turned on the faucet, reached out to scoop up water and poured it over her face, trying to quickly wash away the tears on her face, but the more she washed, the more tears came.

Fortunately, the light in the bathroom was on, so Tong Tong shouldn't come in.

Jiang Huanxi sniffed, taking advantage of the cover of the sound of water.

"Sister Huanxi, what's wrong with you?"

But before Jiang Huanxi turned his head, a familiar voice came from behind him.

She looked at the mirror. Tong Tong was standing behind her with a frown on his face. He opened the door with a serious expression.

"Did my brother bully you?"

(End of this chapter)