Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

In the eyes of countless students, Lu Zhou shook his head and simply announced the end of the lecture.

Then he didn't stop for a moment and turned to leave the stepped classroom.

However, Lu Zhou was not far from the classroom, and a voice caught up behind him.

"Please wait, Professor Lu!"

After hearing the familiar Mandarin, Lu Zhou stopped and looked back, and saw a young lady who could beat seven or eight points, and chased her out of the classroom.

Looking at the girl who came after him, he asked, "Are you?"

After a few breaths, the girl stretched out her forefinger and struck a bit of a messy bangs, showing a smiling smile.

"My name is Hu Ying ... I am a sophomore at Humboldt University!"

Lu Zhou nodded: "Hello, Ying Ying, is there anything wrong?"

"Some thing," eyes rolled, but Hu Ying didn't talk about the business directly, but said with a smile, "That ... Professor Lu is too stumped, can I call you Lu Shen?"

Pass?

Lu Zhou read it several times in his heart.

But he didn't care much about how others called themselves.

The name is just a symbol. The three animals in 201 have been called elbow, hoof, and halogen elbow for so many years. Wouldn't it sound accustomed to listening?

So Lu Zhou nodded, and Yun Dan briskly said, "Okay, I have no opinion."

Hu Ying pursed her mouth and smiled, and said playfully, "For Lushen, for the sake of calling Lushen, can you tell me how to be as good as you?"

It turned out to be a learning problem.

Lu Zhou smiled, and Yan Yue said, "What is your specialty?"

Hu Ying immediately said: "Applied mathematics and international trade!"

Double Degree?

Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows.

He doesn't know much about international trade, but applied mathematics is his old profession.

"Are there paper and pens?"

Is this a phone number for yourself?

"Yes, yes," Hu Ying's eyes flashed when she heard this sentence, and she immediately pulled out the small book and ball-point pen from the bag and passed it, smiling at the same time. Yeah! "

"You can't talk about advice, but I can teach you a little about applied mathematics."

Taking the pen and paper from her hand, Lu Zhou didn't talk nonsense, and wrote it in that manuscript.

Time passes by every second.

Seeing that Lu Zhou had turned a page, Hu Ying's eyes were a little suspicious.

Just when she thought about what social platform account could not finish writing a page, Lu Zhou stopped the pen in her hand and returned it to her with the small book.

"This is a list of books. I read them in the library of Humboldt University in my spare time. It is still very helpful for studying applied mathematics."

Hu Ying :? ? ?

Seeing her uncle there for a long time, Lu Zhou thought she was thinking, and nodded with satisfaction.

"The rest you think about yourself. There is no skill other than the word diligence."

"I can help you, that's all."

After all, he didn't say anything, left Hu Ying, who was silent, and turned away.

When he arrived at the school gate, Lu Zhou entered the supermarket and bought some stationery and envelopes.

In order to prevent himself from being too busy to forget things, he decided to take advantage of the afternoon free time to write the letter promised to the principal.

After buying the things, he walked out of the supermarket with a plastic bag, and when Lu Zhou was about to take a car back to the hotel, he suddenly saw the girl who had stopped him catching up.

"Wait, wait a minute ..."

Stopping and watching Hu Ying breathlessly on her knees, Lu Zhou froze slightly.

"Anything else?"

"One more thing, I forgot to give it to you."

"……what?"

"letter!"

A letter was pulled out of the bag, and Hu Ying angrily stuffed the letter into Lu Zhou's hands.

After receiving the letter, Lu Zhou gave her a puzzled look.

Always felt……

Does her eyes seem resentful?

But after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out the connection with himself, so he set aside this matter.

Turning the envelope to the front, Lu Zhou glanced briefly.

When he saw the address of the letter, he couldn't help but stun it.

Embassy in Germany?

Opening the letter, Lu Zhou looked down the first line.

[... Dear Professor Lu Zhou, my name is Hu Mingde, Ambassador to Germany. Regarding your obtaining the Huffman Medal, on behalf of the Embassy in Germany and all diplomats in Germany, I would like to congratulate you for your outstanding achievements ...]

After passing the part of the body mixed with diplomatic rhetoric, Lu Zhou looked directly at the last line.

[... My wife and I are very interested in your deeds and respect your successes in the fields of mathematics, theoretical physics, and chemistry. I wonder if I have the honor to have dinner with you? 】

[Hu Mingde, Ambassador to Germany]

After closing the letter, Lu Zhou glanced at Hu Ying suspiciously.

This letter doesn't seem to be a problem, and probably no one will make a joke about this kind of casual inquiry.

But he still couldn't figure it out.

Why is this autograph letter written by the ambassador in the hands of one of her students?

Without hiding this question in his heart, Lu Zhou asked directly.

After asking, Lu Zhou knew that the identity of Miss Hu was not just a student of Humboldt University.

In addition to serving as an office assistant in the embassy, ​​she is also the president of the Chinese Student Students Association of Humboldt University, and the director-general of the German University Student Association in Berlin ...

Of course, these are secondary.

The main thing is that she has a father who is a diplomat ...

...

In any case, the ambassador has asked, and this face still has to be given.

Leaving the invitation letter, Lu Zhou let this Miss Hu, who still had a bit of grievance in her eyes, told the ambassador for herself, expressing her willingness to go to the appointment, and set the dinner time tonight.

He will have other arrangements tomorrow. He may not be in Berlin for a while. It is better to resolve these issues as soon as possible.

Back at the hotel, Lu Zhou put the invitation aside temporarily, took out the stationery and envelopes that he had just bought from the supermarket, and sat at the table to start conceiving the letter that President Xu asked.

When he agreed to this matter, he didn't think there was anything difficult to write in the letter, but when he actually started writing, he started to make some mistakes.

Think about it. When I was studying for my undergraduate course, my politics has always been on the passing line, and I have never seen such written letters to relevant departments.

I tried to write a few lines ~ www.readwn.com ~ He found that he finally wrote and wrote, all of which turned into discourse articles.

Shaking his head, Lu Zhou leaned back in the chair with a headache.

"I knew it was so troublesome, I simply signed a name on the blank paper and mailed it to the principal Xu."

It was a good idea, but he certainly couldn't do it.

After all, as a disciplined scholar, he must be responsible for every sentence he has said.

After trying a few times, Lu Zhou finally decided to give up this lame imitation, knead the paper into a ball and throw it into the basket, and then took out a brand new blank paper.

As a scholar, I'm still honest, what can I say?

Re-imagining, he lifted a pen on the paper and re-written a line of titles.

"On the Application Prospects of Computational Science in the Frontier Research Field and the Trend of the Future Development of Chemistry and Materials Disciplines"