Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

The derivation process is as logically rigorous and interconnected as before.

As he watched, Mr. Zhou's expression gradually changed from serious to focused.

The plastic wall clock in his office ticked away, its sound particularly clear in the quiet room.

Ling Luo didn't disturb him. She just sat quietly, opened her laptop, put on her headphones, and listened to the song demos sent by the three companies, Le Ran.

Time passed by, second by second.

Old Zhou read faster and faster, his fingers flipping through the papers with a hint of urgency.

This paper, from topic selection to gradual improvement, and even the development of a complete theoretical model, was completed in just over a month.

He quickly lowered his head and continued looking down.

The latter part of the paper consists of inferences and predictions based on this new model. One of these inferences perfectly explains an anomalous signal observed by CERN in a Large Hadron Collider experiment that could not be explained by the existing standard model.

The appearance of that signal caused a huge stir in the entire physics community, with all sorts of speculations emerging, but no theory could perfectly fit all the data.

And now, the answer seems to be right in front of him.

A completely new, yet perfectly self-consistent theory seems more reasonable than any explanation found in previous literature.

"Snapped!"

Old Zhou slammed the paper shut with a loud, piercing bang.

"This paper cannot be published." After reading it, Professor Zhou had no further thought.

Originally, I wanted Ling Luo to submit a few SCI papers, but now, the one I have is no longer about submitting papers.

"Teacher, I'm still young, there's no rush for me to get promoted," Ling Luo finally looked up from the computer screen, took off her headphones, nodded, and then turned to the document: "This paper is just a theoretical conjecture, and it still needs experimental verification."

"Leave the experiments to me, I'll take care of the arrangements."

"Thank you, teacher," Ling Luo nodded and smiled as she pushed the computer next to her over: "This computer contains the complete raw data and calculation process."

Seeing this, Old Zhou opened his mouth, but finally gave Ling Luo a helpless nod: "You brat, you've been doing big things quietly, and you even dared to use a computer like this to store materials, really..."

Although they had encrypted Ling Luo's computer when they received its serial number, it wasn't a dedicated piece of equipment from the research institute, so the security measures were still somewhat lacking.

"Leave this computer at the research institute for now. I'll have someone get you a professional one when you leave."

Ling Luo hesitated, "Wouldn't that be inconvenient?"

"There's nothing inconvenient about it, alright, listen to me." Old Zhou was afraid that Ling Luo would say something else to refuse, "otherwise my old heart can't take it."

As he spoke, he picked up Ling Luo's paper again, muttering rapidly, "We need to input your model into the supercomputing center first, and then conduct simulation experiments! I'll call Lao Zhao over to help; he's an authority in this field!"

  

"Teacher." Seeing that Professor Zhou was already thinking about the next steps, he paused for a moment before speaking, interrupting Professor Zhou's mutterings: "If there are no problems with this research, I'll head back now."

Immersed in his thesis, Professor Zhou didn't hear the disappointment in Ling Luo's voice, and as usual, subconsciously replied, "What's the point of going back? You're here to help me..."

After he finished speaking, Old Zhou suddenly came to his senses.

Yes, Ling Luo can't do precise experiments.

Old Zhou was somewhat annoyed; when did he ever speak so thoughtlessly?

"It's alright, it's just an experiment. I'll keep an eye on it for you and let you know as soon as there are any results." He quickly tried to smooth things over, softening his tone even more. "Theory is the most important thing. You've already paved the most difficult path; all that's left is to verify it."

Ling Luo seemed unaffected and nodded calmly.

"Alright, alright, it's getting late. Come on, your teacher will treat you to lunch at the cafeteria."

"No need, teacher, I'll eat at home."

"Oh, why are you being so polite with your teacher? Last time at Tsinghua University, if you hadn't run away as soon as the project ended, Old Zhao would have invited you to dinner and tried to bring you back." Without waiting for a reply, Old Zhou picked up the thermos on the table with one hand and pulled him by the other arm, leading him out.

"Professor Zhao, you're too kind."

With that, the two walked out.

Research Institute 303 is very old, built in 1983. The buildings here have a vintage feel, and for the sake of privacy, each floor is no more than two stories high.

It was gradually expanded over time, so the layout became a ring, with the middle part carrying a sense of history and the outer ring full of technology.

On the narrow path, Old Zhou walked ahead, with Ling Luo following behind.

"I heard it all from Xiao Tang. Last time you donated ten million, Xiao Tang prioritized allocating that money to our department to purchase equipment and materials, which made the budget for the first phase of the Pangu Project much more generous."

Ling Luo nodded and pushed aside the drooping branches: "The Pangu Project is very important. Although the country has allocated funds, there have been many instances in history where projects have been halted due to funding shortages. I'm also worried that if the Pangu Project uses too much funding, other research institutes will have less funding. Although ten million is not a lot, every little bit helps and can make a difference."

"It's great that you have this idea, but you should also be realistic about your ability and save some money. You're young, so don't become one of those people who live paycheck to paycheck online."

Ling Luo opened her mouth, but in the end, only one sentence remained: "I know, teacher."

I don't know who it is, but after being an academician for forty years, he still lives in the old, dilapidated apartment allocated by his work unit, where even the passageway is so crowded with books and documents that only a narrow gap remains.

The institute's cafeteria is excellent; you can find a variety of cuisines from all over China here.

As soon as they entered, many people eating in the cafeteria subconsciously glanced at them.

Hmm, that young man... looks familiar?

Immediately afterwards, someone paused with their chopsticks, rubbed their eyes, and took another look.

Holy crap!!!

A gasp echoed throughout the large cafeteria.

"Ling Luo!"

"Huh? Ling Luo? Where is she?"

In an instant, the entire cafeteria was in an uproar, with countless eyes turning towards them.

"Brother Wang, Brother Song, Professor Qian..." Ling Luo greeted the people who had rushed over with a smile.

"Hey! You're back today, why don't you come and sit in our biological research department first!" A middle-aged man in a white shirt came up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, you didn't come to our data processing department either?"

"Ling Luo, what research are you doing now? Do you need help? You can choose any of my doctoral students!"

"Hey, get out of here! I've never seen such a snobbish person!" Ling Luo looked at me. "Mathematics is the foundation of all subjects. You should call me if there's research to be done!"

Ling Luo stood in the crowd, unable to get a word in edgewise, and could only listen to their incessant chatter as they tried to snatch people away from her.

Professor Qian sized Ling Luo up and down, then sternly shooed away the few people around him who were about to start fighting: "Alright, alright, go eat! What kind of mess are you making here! You're blocking the road!"

Old Zhou watched the commotion with amusement, but seeing more and more people arriving at the cafeteria entrance, he had no choice but to help Professor Qian send everyone else back.

"Everyone, go away, go away. Ling Luo has been starving all day."