My Prime Minister is so cute

"Tea from the East?"

Tracy's eyes lit up after hearing this. He reached out and grabbed a few packets and put them in his pocket.

"you!"

Baird's blood pressure immediately rose.

"Don't be so stingy." Tracy shrugged. "At worst, I can treat you to dinner later."

Force yourself to suppress the anger in your heart.

Baird continued unpacking.

In addition to tea, Sophia also sent some small gifts, including a small purple clay teapot with matching tea and a small bag of cardamom. They were all small but expensive good things.

In addition to these exquisite little gifts, the package also contained two large stacks of manuscript paper.

Baird looked at the first one first.

"On the practical application of voltage and current control algorithms in magic motors."

He couldn't help but frown.

The last article, "The Optimal Inverse Theory of Linear Algorithms in Electric Magic", can be said to be somewhat related to electric magic, and can be regarded as a signal of Sophia's return to the magic world.

But before I could be happy for long, this time the paper didn't even bother to do any demonstration and the title was simply "Magic Motor".

Considering the valuable gift sent this time, it can be seen that Sophia seems to have really devoted herself to the field of magical technology and given up exploring the field of magic theory.

"How did that happen?"

Looking at those precious gifts again, Baird suddenly lost his joy: "So you're just going to waste your talent and give up the field of magic?"

This feeling is just like Bird's previous life, when a mathematics professor discovered that his most proud student turned around and joined the finance department, and then made a lot of money. The mood was mixed.

I don’t know whether I should be happy or sad.

"Hey, Junior Brother, what do you think this is?"

Tracy glimpsed another sheet of manuscript and gasped in amazement.

"You are already old, don't make a fuss." Baird glanced at the red-haired old woman, put down the magic motor paper in his hand, and slowly picked up another manuscript paper.

When he saw this, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"What is this?" Baird asked in shock.

On the manuscript paper in his hand, the title was clearly written: "On the Proof and Supplementary Research of Hermann's Conjecture".

Chapter 173 Professor's Exclamation

Just now, Baird was still sighing that Sophia had given up the field of magic, feeling sorry for such a once talented witch.

As soon as Yu turned around, a paper on Hermann's conjecture made Baird's face hurt - no matter whether the paper was right or not, it at least showed that he did not devote all his energy to the field of magical technology, and was still working hard in the field of magic.

If it is true, you can even say that it is not just about the level of effort.

A paper that has reached a theoretical difficulty level of 3.5 can be said to be a very outstanding achievement. For a magician of Sophia's age, it is an honor enough to win a medal internationally.

The impact on the future path is also immeasurable. At least you will be taken seriously when you start. You don't have to start from the bottom as a lecturer, fill up the courses every day, get up early and stay up late to teach a group of magicians, and find time to do some research in your spare time.

Of course, it has to be proven first.

Baird was a little skeptical about this.

Sometimes it is not intentional academic fraud that is committed by the individual, but rather negligence or lack of ability that leads to overlooking the wrong part, and other people are needed to check the correctness from other perspectives.

Baird collected his thoughts and began to check the correctness of the paper.

One minute, two minutes...

As time passed, Baird's brows furrowed more and more. He grabbed a pen and began to write on the draft paper. From time to time, he drew simple magic circles on the desk.

It's not that I saw the mistake.

It was the Hermann conjecture, a magical conjecture that reached a difficulty level of 3.5. For him, it was not something he could understand at a glance. He needed to spend a lot of effort to understand it before he could verify whether it was right or wrong.

This is also the reason why few magicians are willing to review magic journals.

Not only is it a waste of time and effort, but if it is verified to be correct, it's fine. But if it turns out to be wrong, you will be so angry that you want to vomit blood.

That is, his favorite student.

Otherwise, Baird is usually too lazy to help people read papers because it is too tiring.

As he gradually interpreted the paper and verified the calculations, his brows gradually relaxed and he showed an expression of enjoyment.

Smooth.

So smooth.

Just like the same test paper, some people’s answers are written fluently and concisely, which makes the examiner feel very comfortable; some people also figured out the answers, but the process is written in a mess, and it takes careful study to distinguish them.

Sophia's paper looks very smooth and concise overall.

As long as you spend some time at the beginning and understand her method of argument, you will be able to read smoothly along with her train of thought.

It's so smooth that I even wonder how it can be so simple. Is there something wrong with it?

However, Baird calculated repeatedly several times and carved several magic circles for testing, but he did not find any obvious problems. He could only put down the paper in his hand with a frown and turned to hand it to Tracy beside him.

"Senior sister, can you please take a look at this paper? Is there any problem?"

"Show it to me. Aren't you afraid that I'll publish it myself?" Tracy asked with a smile as she took the paper.

It is not uncommon for supervisors to appropriate students' academic achievements.

Especially for the Hermann conjecture, this magical conjecture whose theoretical difficulty alone has reached the level of a third-order conjecture, even for a well-known mentor like Tracy, it is an honor that can be mentioned.

"Don't be afraid." Baird didn't care.

Although she was an annoying old woman, he still trusted this senior sister in terms of her character.

Tracy didn't act pretentiously. She sat down on the sofa and started reading the paper.

"Hey, is this still possible?"

Unlike Baird's silence, she would occasionally make a comment, which made her seem quite talkative in comparison.

"Well, the formula is very simple and the process is clear."

"Hey, here... Oh, no problem, no problem, it's okay like this."

After spending an hour going through the short paper, Tracy made her final comments.

"No problem indeed."

She couldn't help but exclaim, "No, it's more than flawless. I can't even find anything to revise. I can say this paper on the Hermann conjecture is perfect."

Hearing this answer, Baird immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Since both professors failed to notice the error in the paper, it means that the paper on the Hermann conjecture is basically correct.

No, maybe it should be called Hermann's Theorem.

All that was left was to send the paper to the magic journal and wait for its review.

Tracy glanced at the paper in her hand again and couldn't help but sigh, "Junior brother, you've really found a good apprentice this time. His future achievements will definitely far exceed yours."

"of course."

Baird straightened his back a little. "She was once known as the 'Genius Blue-haired Witch'. Now she's just come back."

"Haha, everyone knows how to add titles. I was once known as the 'Burning Red-Haired Magician and Future Academician of the Academy of Magic'."

Tracy smiled and waved the paper in her hand. "But I couldn't write a paper of this caliber back then, and I'm just average now. That shows how unreliable titles are."

"No."

Baird subconsciously said, "I've always thought you were a genius, much better than me, you just lacked the opportunity."

Tracy was stunned for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "...Junior Brother, do you really think so?"

"Is there a problem?" Baird asked doubtfully.

Although she was indeed a very annoying old woman and not dignified or steady at all, he still recognized Tracy's abilities. No matter what she did, she always made him feel smarter. In addition, her character was also acceptable.

"Oh, it's been all these years, and I still thought..." Tracy muttered to herself.

"What's wrong."

Baird didn't hear clearly, so he asked again.

"I mean, even though the review process still needs some time, why don't we celebrate in advance?" Tracy smiled mysteriously, staring at Baird without blinking. "I happen to have a bottle of red wine. Will you treat us tonight?"

Although he is already quite old.

But Tracy took very good care of herself, and there were almost no wrinkles on her face except for a few at the corners of her eyes. Looking at her with that burning gaze, one could see the breathtaking beauty of her youth.

"Row."

Baird looked away and nodded subconsciously.

But he immediately felt something was wrong: "When you took my tea just now, didn't you say it was your treat?"

"Don't worry about all the details," Tracy said with a smile. "Besides, I also contributed the red wine, so let's just call it a tie."

Chapter 174 Tough Sarah

Forks area.

Sarah, who also had bright red long hair, stood in front of the desk with her arms folded across her chest, looking unconvinced, with several sheets of manuscript paper in front of her.

In front of her, Bird was staring at the fruits of her labor with a cold look on his face.

"Half a month, a full half a month."

Bird said gloomily, "With an outline, you actually wrote a 10,000-word short story? Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

"Come on, writing fantasy novels isn't that easy."

Sarah raised her little face and said unconvincedly, "You can just write the outline casually, but I have to think about it a lot."

"It requires detailed verification, professional knowledge, and careful consideration of every word..."

"Just one sentence had to be revised several times before I was satisfied."

"When we publish a book later, you can revise it as often as you want, no one's going to bother you," Bird interrupted. "But we're serializing it in a magazine now, and you know what's most important in serialization? Speed!"

"Who cares about your delicate word choice? As long as your ideas are brilliant, your sentences flow smoothly, and your professionalism is up to par, readers will enjoy reading it."

"Speed ​​up, must speed up!"

Bird Road.

He originally wanted to come up with many outlines at once, and through the method of bursting with updates, he could quickly raise the influence of pan-magicism to an intermediate level.

I didn’t expect that the production would be stuck on Sarah’s side.

"No!" Sarah stiffened her neck and said stubbornly, "As a literary worker, I have high standards for my work. Don't expect me to produce shoddy work!"

Looking at the great writer lady with an expression that said, "I don't think I've done anything wrong."

Bird's blood pressure suddenly rose.

"Very good, high standards, huh?" He sneered, "Then the massage will be suspended from today. We can continue it when you finish the manuscript you owe."

"Humph, who wants a perverted massage like yours?"

Sarah said with a very tough expression: "Stop if you want, it's no big deal."

After the unpleasant conversation.

After receiving the manuscript, Bird sent out the short story.

In order to prevent Sarah from doing something behind his back, he is now responsible for sending the manuscripts to "Happy Paradise".

As for Sarah.

I went back to my room and started polishing my next piece of work at my own pace.

Since I had just had a massage in the morning, I was focused at the moment and didn't think stopping the massage was a big deal. On the contrary, I felt a lot more relaxed without the pressure of the deadline from Bird.

This situation continued until the next afternoon.

Sarah had the urge to ask Bird to go to the hotel, but thinking of what she had said in anger before, she forced herself to hold it back.

Day three.