N-A-A Chapter 29 Life may deceive you, but math won't; if you don't know it, you simply don'
Chapter 29 Life may deceive you, but math won't; if you don't know it, you simply don'
After sending Ralts to the tutoring class, Wei Xin returned to his office on the third floor and happened to see Senior Sister Huang sitting in front of the computer, typing away on the keyboard. The other four senior brothers were also busy.
"Senior sister, what am I responsible for?" Wei Xin walked to his senior sister's side, turned on the computer, and asked.
Although the professor has agreed to take him on, he is still just an ordinary freshman.
At most, you're just a rough stone picked up by a professor. If he's willing to carve you into a beautiful gem, that's your good fortune.
If you don't work hard and expect something for nothing, you'll never amount to anything and will end up being swept into the trash heap.
"You've arrived." The senior sister looked up at Wei Xin and pushed the smallest stack of files on the table in front of him.
"You're in charge of developing breeding programs for Psychic-type Pokémon. The format is on the computer. Once you've finished writing them, send them to me, and I'll check them for you."
"Okay."
Wei Xin readily accepted. It was clear that the professor had assigned him to be in charge of the data on Psychic-type Pokémon because he was a newcomer with limited abilities.
Secondly, it was so that he could learn how to take care of Psychic-type Pokémon while handling his work.
The research center is more like a business than a school. Everyone is busy with their own work, and no one will specifically guide you in your studies. You have to learn on your own, try things out on your own, and then get a good scolding from the teacher when you make a mistake.
"By the way, where's the professor? Isn't he at the research center?" Wei Xin asked casually while looking through the documents.
"The professor led a group to the beach to salvage something. Apparently, some fishermen found a strange machine on the shore, and the professor plans to drag it back for research," the senior student said.
An academician is not a retired leader who stands in a laboratory, leisurely directing his students to conduct experiments.
If a bachelor's degree requires any skill, a master's degree requires a high degree of self-discipline, and a doctorate requires sufficient talent, then to become an academician, only those with exceptional talent and the ability to withstand the test of time can assume the position.
The entire Eastern Empire has a population of 1.4 billion, but fewer than 2,000 academicians from the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering, possessing a wealth of resources and cutting-edge knowledge.
For ordinary people, retirement can be considered when they are seventy years old.
A seventy-year-old academician is considered to be in his prime in the academic world.
From mentoring students to conducting scientific research, from top domestic conferences to international conferences where I've been engaging with leading international figures.
Working non-stop from morning till night, so busy that I wish I could slice myself into pieces and clone countless versions of myself to complete the work.
The research projects that students described as grueling were nothing more than brain teasers for him to relax his cerebral cortex.
This is why Wei Xin chose to conceal his identity and take the initiative to contact the old professor when they first met.
In a research center, an elderly man in his seventies or eighties, wearing a white lab coat, leaped out of the bushes with a lively and energetic air.
He kept complaining about the incompetence of his students, but anyone with a brain could guess that he was a big shot, the kind that ordinary students would never have the chance to meet in their entire lives.
If you don't seize this opportunity to show off in front of others and win the favor of the big shots, you might find yourself, decades later, lying in your coffin, turning into a Ghost-type Pokémon and slapping yourself in the face.
There was no way around it; Wei Xin was just too eager to improve.
It was thanks to this that I was able to meet Ralts.
The office was filled with the clatter of keyboards. Fortunately, there was pre-prepared material, which meant that the senior students had already paved the way. Anyone with a healthy cerebellum could simply follow the path to the end.
No way, no way, it's impossible for someone to get lost even when walking in a straight line.
That being said, the college's combat department has a total of 640 new students.
Excluding those who, for special reasons, do not require the academy to provide Pokémon and training plans, there are still 600 training plans that need to be written.
Before long, Wei Xin felt waves of soreness in his arm, and even the joy of learning new knowledge could not be extinguished.
"By the way, senior sister, why did it take so long to write these proposals?" Wei Xin asked.
You have the data of 600 people, but only one morning to process it. Are you treating college students like cattle?
The production team's donkeys couldn't pull all the carts in one morning.
Hearing this, the senior sister sighed: "We had written all this information yesterday and it was all compiled and ready to be printed out, but one of your senior brothers accidentally deleted it all while he was slacking off, and he didn't even make a backup."
As she spoke, the senior sister turned her head and glared at the senior brother sitting in the corner, who was none other than the senior brother Hu who had brought Hu Di earlier.
Sensing the gaze, the senior student shrank back, wishing he could bury his head inside the computer.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have suddenly called you and Lillie over to help."
As she spoke, the senior sister glanced at the time on the computer and asked in confusion, "By the way, wasn't Lillie supposed to go check the number of Pokémon? Why hasn't she come back yet?"
"Should I go take a look?" Wei Xin volunteered, as his wrist was a little sore and he was curious about Ralts' current condition.
Have you ever been tormented to the point of death by addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division?
What? You say addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division are too simple? Well then, I'm going to introduce you to that person's name.
The unknown is a supreme being known to everyone in the mathematics community, who has fought his way up from the low-level to the high-level, with verifiable achievements that make countless famous mathematicians feel ashamed.
It's definitely not for the sake of taking a break.
"Okay, send me your completed plan for review first," the senior student said.
After sending the information to his senior, Wei Xin rubbed his sore wrists and went to the second-floor conference room. Through the glass door, he observed Ralts' condition inside the room.
Laluras sat on the conference room table, head down, eyes fixed on the workbook in front of her, frowning. Every now and then she would look up at the multiplication table on the blackboard, completely baffled.
Clearly, Ralts, only two days old, was having some difficulty digesting the knowledge being fed to her.
Hu Di sat in a corner to the side, taking a nap.
"The little one is quite hardworking. Hmm, I should think about what to make for her when we get back."
No choice was made to leave a hint for Ralts.
Wei Xin smiled, casually snapped a photo of Ralts studying diligently, and left without disturbing her.
There are three types of math problems I won't do: those that are too easy, because I'm good at them; those that are too difficult, because I'm bad at them; and those that are ordinary, because I'm lazy.
Most importantly, it's to cultivate Ralts's ability to think independently.
One reason why working professionals dislike student-like behavior is that when students encounter problems, their first reaction is to find excuses and justify themselves. When faced with problems that cannot be solved immediately, their first reaction is to ask others for reference answers instead of finding solutions on their own.
This is the result of spending a long time in school and developing rigid thinking. Even the smartest children gradually lose their talent and enthusiasm in the face of boring and singular standard answers.
That's why many adults always say that children aren't as smart as they were when they were younger.
It wasn't until I left school that I realized life has no standard answers, and life has no rehearsals; every day is a live broadcast.
For Ralts' growth, Wei Xin made a difficult decision: to let Ralts solve small problems on its own, and only when it comes to big problems should the trainer step in.
Behind the research center is a huge natural garden, filled with lawns and various natural green plants, covered by a huge glass dome, which is where the Pokémon activities of the research center take place.
This period is a paradise for young Pokémon.
I wonder how little Ibrahimovic has been doing lately.
Thinking this, Wei Xin reached out and touched the gate, only to find it unlocked. He pushed it open and stepped into the nature garden, where he heard a desperate howl coming from behind the bushes.
"Help! Someone, please come and save me!"