After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All Big Brothers

  Chapter 498 Old Xie in Chicken Soup, Ming Yu discovered (one more)

   "What are you thinking about?" The ringing voice in the ear pulled back Jiang Fuyue's thoughts.

"nothing."

Xie Dingyuan glanced at her, "Have you considered taking the path of scientific research?"

  Jiang Fuyue tells the truth: "I have considered it, but I haven't decided."

  The man raised his eyebrows: "So, you have other plans."

  The girl didn't respond, but at this time, she said nothing but acquiesced.

  Rebirth, Jiang Fuyue has too many things to do. She is not sure if she can sink her heart and focus on research like Xie Dingyuan.

   "That's right," the man nodded, "You are still young and there are too many choices."

   "Where are you?" Jiang Fuyue suddenly turned her head.

"what?"

  "Have you always been this firm?" Choose scientific research firmly, and move forward on this road.

   "No. I only decided what I would do after university. So you're still early, not in a hurry..."

  Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips and said softly.

  I used to think that this man was a ten thousand-year-old iceberg, but later I thought he was a volcano under the iceberg. Now... it's more like a bowl of chicken soup.

  It was getting late, and it was blocked until sunset and evening before it finally arrived.

  The car stopped at the gate of Jiang's villa. Jiang Fuyue took the bag, said thank you, and was ready to get off.

  Suddenly, "My third sister is here today." The man said abruptly.

  Jiang Fuyue was taken aback: "I know."

  At that time, she heard Xie Dingyuan calling someone.

   "Ah...the one with my third sister is her friend."

   "...oh." Jiang Fuyue didn't know why he had to say this to herself, oh, shouldn't it be right?

  "Aren't you curious?"

  "Didn't you say everything just now?" Isn't it necessary to be curious?

"I mean--"

  Jiang Fuyue waited earnestly for the following: "What do you mean?"

  The man's Adam's apple rolled lightly, his eyes frustrated: "...Forget it."

  Jiang Fuyue looked inexplicable: "Then I will go back first?"

   "Well. I will wait for you here at 7:30 tomorrow."

"good."

  ……

  At this time, in Northwest Tingzhou, a round of red sun was slowly sinking, and finally sank into the horizon.

  The world suddenly dimmed, and the night slowly fell.

  A research institute located in the yellow sand is also lit up, and the brick-red exterior wall and blue tile eaves can be vaguely distinguished.

  In a laboratory on the third floor.

  Assistant Zhong Hao carefully put a document on the desktop, stepped back half a step, and then scanned the straight and indifferent back on the wheelchair with a complicated expression.

  "Professor Ming, the old leader asked me to bring this, can you take a look?"

   "I said, no apprentices, no students." The man's brows and eyes were mild, but his tone was very tough.

  "This is the list of IPhO gold medal winners this year. China has four golds and one silver. One of the girls also won a special award. The old leader said it was a very good seed. The Q and B physics departments are rushing to ask for it..."

   "You don't have to say much," Ming Yu interrupted, "It's the same sentence, I don't take students."

  "But the old leader..."

   "I will explain it myself."

   "No, I'll come over now and listen to your explanation." An old man with white beard and hair appeared at the door of the laboratory at some unknown time. His tone was loud and his eyes were awkward.

  Zhong Hao lowered his head and called out softly: "Old Hong."

   "Well, let me tell him."

  Zhong Hao stepped back and gave up his position next to the wheelchair. The old man stepped forward with his knuckles slightly bent and tapped on the document lightly.

  "These are very talented children. Train them well. The future will be our successor."

  Mingyu: "I know."

"then you……"

   "Old Hong, you look at me too high, I don't have the patience to take the students, let other colleagues come."

"You said the same last year. This year is the same excuse. Mingyu is not young anymore. If we don't have a successor, we will return to the dust when we close our eyes. We will return to the dust, and we will not be able to keep anything. We ourselves It's just a life. It's nothing to be a pity, but you have thought about how much it would be a loss for the country without this?"

  It is not easy to train a scientific researcher. Excellent scientific research personnel are rare, and there is no one in the world who can provoke the backbone of national defense like Ming Yu.

  Unfortunately, the person in the wheelchair is still indifferent, looking straight ahead, and the pupils with blue-gray shadows are indifferent and indifferent.

  Lao Hong sighed, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow, as well as a trace of helpless depression: "Ah Yu, it's been twenty years, why can't you come out?!"

   "Who said I didn't come out?" The man's voice was clear and his expression remained the same.

  Lao Hong watched him grab the right hand of the wheelchair, and the knuckles were already blue and white.

   "Fine," he shook his head, "Leave the information of these four students first. If you don't see it, you can give me a reply tomorrow."

  Although he knew that he could not agree, Mr. Hong still had weak hopes, and it would be fine to drag it for a day. What if he changed his mind?

  After finishing speaking, the old man left with his hand in his hand, his back squatting.

   "Zhong Hao, put things away."

   "...Yes." Zhong Hao stepped forward, preparing to take the folder, suddenly an A4 paper fell out of it, and he quickly picked it up and prepared to put it back.

  Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out in front of him: "Give it to me."

   "Huh?" Zhong Hao was a little dazed, facing Shang Mingyu's blue-gray pupils, he swallowed nervously, "Do you...want to see?"

  Mingyu still maintained the motion of reaching out: "Yeah."

  He was going to pass the entire folder over.

  Mingyu shook his head: "Just that one."

   "Good, good." Zhong Hao immediately delivered it to him.

  The man took it, put it on his lap, took out a cassette from the wheelchair, and took out the correction lens specially made for him.

  He can't wait to put it on the bridge of his nose.

  From the perspective of Zhong Hao, he could see the professor's hands shaking slightly when he was wearing glasses.

  Because of that paper?

  He couldn't help but glanced at it, as if it was a student's answer sheet, each question was written with steps, the surface of the roll looked clean and tidy, pleasing to the eye.

  Mingyu's fingers gently stroked each number above, and his body began to tremble with visible changes.

  And the look in his eyes at the moment...

How to describe   ?

  Zhong Hao has been with him for so many years, this is the first time he has seen a professor show such a bewildered side.

  Like a lost child suddenly found the way, but not sure if the way is correct and where it leads to——

  Is the bright way forward? Or the abyss of despair?

  Zhong Hao panicked: "Professor? What's wrong with you?! Don't scare me..."

   "Who owns this answer sheet?" Ming Yu gritted his teeth, trying to contain the excitement from the depths of his soul, every word.

  Zhong Hao immediately flipped through the folder and checked: "Found it! Jiang Fuyue! The candidate's name is Jiang Fuyue."

   "Give me her information."

  Zhong Hao pulled it out and handed it to him: "Do you need my help..."

  Although there are special lenses, Ming Yu’s eyes still don’t see clearly enough, and Zhong Hao is always there to help whether he is reading a paper or writing a report.

  Usually Mingyu will not refuse.

   But this time--

   "No, I will do it myself!"

  Jiang Fuyue...18 years old...Senior grade student of Linnan No.1 Middle School in Linhuai City...

   "How is it eighteen? How could it be eighteen?!" Ming Yu shook his head, his hopeful eyes instantly filled with despair.

   "Yes, there are still photos! Give me the photos—"

  "Professor Ming, the photo is on the second page..."

  The man swiped and turned over, his pupils tightened, he was disappointed.

  Not the face in the memory, not her...

  But why is the handwriting so similar?

  No, it's not "like", it's exactly the same!

  When she writes trigonometric symbols like sin and cos, she will have unique fancy stylistic strokes, which is related to the English font she has practiced since childhood.

  He used to joked: "If I were a scoring teacher, I would recognize this test paper as yours at a glance, would that count as cheating?"

   She hummed softly: "I can be all right without you having to put water, believe it or not?"

  Of course he believes!

  How can you not believe it?

  She is Lou Mingyue!

  A genius with excellent IQ, heir to the house who can do the best for everything!

  "Professor Ming? Professor Ming?!"

   Ming Yu suddenly returned to his senses, the next second, suddenly raised his eyes: "I want all the information of this girl!"

  Zhong Hao looked embarrassed: "Professor, the database permissions are in the hands of Mr. Hong, I can't move..."

   "Then go to Mr. Hong!"

  "But Mr. Hong was very angry just now, I'm worried..." It was not that easy.

   "You tell him that I agree to accept this girl, but only if I need to know more about her."

  "Have you promised to accept students?!" Zhong Hao looked shocked, and almost jumped up the next second, "I, I will go to Hong Lao now, he will definitely be happy!"

  After speaking, pull out his leg and rush out of the laboratory.

  Mingyu was sitting in a wheelchair, gently stroking the answer sheet with his fingers, as if facing the love of his life, his eyes were full of tenderness and obsessiveness...

   "Mingyue, is that you?"

"You are finally back……"

   whispered, a drop of tear fell on the surface of the roll, making a click, and the wetness gradually fainted...

  　 One more, three thousand words.

  　　 there are two or three changes~

  (End of this chapter)