Chapter 260 Beijing University Institute of Mathematics
It is now approaching the end of mid-term and classes are ending one after another.
It's just that the exam time has not been scheduled yet, and maybe the annoying exam week will come in a while.
Fortunately, Xu Qingshan didn't have such worries. He finished the exams in advance.
But Jiang Huanxi needs to spend time reviewing. It's not that the little Ostrich didn't study well, but she is now working hard to pursue perfect grades. Xu Qingshan's kind of talent and achievements are unattainable, but at least among a group of normal geniuses, She wants to do her best.
"It seems there's no snow outside. I'm going to go out."
Jiang Huanxi was sitting on the couch reading a book. Xu Qingshan stood up from the desk and turned around and said something.
"Then you should wear these shoes, which are non-slip and thick, so they don't freeze."
Jiang Huanxi subconsciously got up and ran to Xu Qingshan to get his shoes. Her movements were skillful and natural, just like her mother's actions every time she saw her father going out at home.
"Well, just stay home and stay well."
Jiang Huanxi buttoned up Xu Qingshan, and Xu Qingshan reached out and gently rubbed her head.
"I'll wait for you to come back for dinner at home."
Jiang Huanxi was like a virtuous little daughter-in-law, sending Xu Qingshan out.
The first snow in Beijing didn’t come too early, nor was it heavy. It just took a long time, from last night to today.
Xu Qingshan contacted Ye Xincheng and walked toward Huaqing University in snow that could reach his ankles.
Even though Beijing University was covered with a thin layer of snow on the weekend, it was still lively.
Every road on campus has footprints made by students, and there are also passages that the school logistics department hires people to clean.
Even if the snow can submerge the lower body, the students at Peking University may not give up going to the library and classrooms to study. If they need to do experiments on weekends, even if the snow can submerge people, they may find ways to swim in the snow. Went to the laboratory to do experiments.
Ordinary people often think that geniuses are only gifted.
In fact, the concentration they devote to their passionate careers is beyond ordinary people's imagination.
"It's all in here. I'll call you together before I go."
Ye Xincheng stood in front of Xu Qingshan with a sluggish expression, wearing a thick down jacket. After handing the bag to Xu Qingshan, he put his hands in his pockets and sniffed from time to time.
"What's wrong with you? Didn't you make an appointment with Qianqian to see Chuxue last night? Why did you wither?"
Xu Qingshan took the bag, took it out, looked at it, made sure nothing was missing, and joked to Ye Xincheng curiously.
Ye Xincheng sniffed.
"I went to watch the snow with Qianqian, but the snowball fight later was too fierce. She also caught a cold and seemed to have a fever."
"Have a fever?"
Xu Qingshan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Ye Xincheng with a strange expression.
"Why did you have a snowball fight that ended up like this? One has a cold and the other has a fever? Didn't you send her to the hospital? She hasn't moved at all today?"
Ye Xincheng looked at Xu Qingshan's expression. After his brain shut down for a few seconds, he shook his head suddenly.
"No, she said no, and she was the one who dragged me back last night. She hasn't replied to my message today. I thought she overslept."
Ye Xincheng scratched his head and realized something was wrong.
"Then why don't you hurry up and ask?"
Xu Qingshan raised his foot and kicked him.
"Okay, I'll go over right now!"
Ye Xincheng suddenly became more energetic. He quickly went back to the dormitory to get his things and went to find Ye Qianqian.
"If you need any help, call me anytime. Huanxi and I are always here."
Xu Qingshan did not accompany Ye Xincheng rashly.
If Ye Qianqian's condition was not serious, it would be her little time.
If it's serious, they can go over and help at any time. After all, Xu Qingshan has to go back to Beijing University.
Good thing.
Soon Ye Xincheng replied. Ye Qianqian was fine and her fever had gone away. She was just sleeping and resting.
Feeling relieved, Xu Qingshan sent a message to Jiang Huanxi and briefly talked about it before carrying his bag in the direction of the Institute of Mathematics at Peking University.
The Institute of Mathematics at Peking University is organized under the School of Mathematics at Peking University.
Moreover, the Department of Mathematics has a system that is widely praised in Peking University. The staff of the Institute of Mathematics will be rotated every two years. Some teachers who are active in the front line of teaching and scientific research, especially young teachers, will be transferred to research positions at their appropriate stage. Working here for two years allows them to have a period of time that is not disturbed by complicated teaching tasks and allows them to concentrate on scientific research in their main field of study.
Xu Qingshan searched for a long time before he found this work unit that he had never reported before.
This is a small building surrounded by bushes covered with snow. It is simple yet elegant. The exterior wall is a simple off-white coating, which blends in with the snow in the suburbs and looks clean and shiny.
Xu Qingshan came to this small building that looked very inconspicuous. Compared with other large teaching buildings, it was not impressive at all and looked a bit cramped. However, the brand of the Institute of Mathematics of Capital University shone brightly in the snow. Hui.
In such a small building, countless scientific research results and national fund projects were born.
Standing in front of the building, Xu Qingshan could sense the quietness and peace inside the building.
That kind of atmosphere is definitely not comparable to the impetuousness of the outside world.
This place is like the legendary Wudao Cliff and Qingxin Temple. No matter how stubborn the monkey is, when he comes to this place, he will be purified by this peace and practice in peace.
"Oh? Is Qingshan here?"
Someone was walking through the corridor in the building. When he noticed someone standing outside the door, he glanced casually, took back the steps he took, turned to walk out the door, and greeted Xu Qingshan.
Xu Qingshan looked around and saw the man coming out of the dim corridor of the small building, and then he could see who it was.
Zong Chuanming, who just won the second prize of the National Natural Science Award this year, and the Chen Shengshen Mathematics Award and the von Prechtl Medal in the past few years.
When Xu Qingshan came over at the beginning of school, Zong Chuanming was also there.
"Teacher Zong?"
Xu Qingshan was a little surprised.
Zong Chuanming's previous presence was not very strong, because his research fields were mainly in the fields of sphere accumulation and mathematical geometry, and his relationship with Xu Qingshan was not too deep, and he did not seem to be very talkative.
"You're here now. We've reserved your workstation for you."
Zong Chuanming was not wearing very thick clothes, and when he came out to talk, his nose became a little red.
"Teacher Zong, let's go in first, it's cold outside."
The two entered the building.
"Let's go, I'll take you to your work station. There's nothing there yet. If you need anything, you can report it to the logistics department and someone will bring it to you."
Zong Chuanming seemed to be in a good mood today.
I don’t know if it’s because I saw Xu Qingshan or because the project has achieved small-stage results.
Xu Qingshan followed Zong Chuanming to the second floor and walked to the end of the corridor. He arrived at an office that looked quite large. The office was very simple. In fact, it was just an ordinary cement room. The floor had been treated, but it looked small. Very gray.
There was a large bookcase in the room, as big as half the wall. On the other side there was a desk and a wooden chair facing the door.
Behind the chair is a wooden window that looks a bit old, with snow piled at the corner of the window.
"Teacher Zong, am I the only one in this room?"
Xu Qingshan asked curiously.
Just coming from the corridor, he saw some rooms where two or three people were sitting facing tables. Judging from the signs of those rooms, it should be that they were treated as postdocs and some green peppers who were transferred to assistant researchers.
I am also an assistant researcher, but my salary seems to be a bit excessive.
"Yes, I'll free it up for you. After all, your research is important." Zong Chuanming said matter-of-factly.
"It's just that this room hasn't been cleaned recently. Let me help you do it later."
"It's okay, I can do it myself. You have a good rest."
Xu Qingshan trembled.
There is no reason to ask the teacher to help.
"What's the point? I just rest by doing some physical work that doesn't use my mind."
Zong Chuanming glanced at Xu Qingshan.
"And I am also the deputy director of the institute. It is also my responsibility to arrange a good environment for you."
Xu Qingshan sweated on his forehead.
On the first day of work, the deputy director helped with cleaning?
Teacher, don't do it.
"Wouldn't that be even more inappropriate? I can do it myself."
Xu Qingshan said, but was interrupted by Zong Chuanming.
"Young man, you are just grinding away. Anyway, I will change my job in two months. How about I use my remaining energy? Why don't you look down on me cleaning for you?"
When Zong Chuanming said these words, Xu Qingshan did not dare to say anything.
One thing to say.
The teachers at Beijing University really cannot be measured by common sense.
Zong Chuanming took Xu Qingshan to get a bucket of water, and the old man and the young man packed it up here, chatting while doing so.
"Teacher Zong, I have a deeper understanding of this sentence only after I came to our Institute of Mathematics."
"Hey, what are you talking about?"
Xu Qingshan finally recognized it. Teacher Zong must be from the north, and he must be from North China. As for which province he is from, the accent is not very strong, so he can't distinguish it.
Xu Qingshan liked the atmosphere of the Institute of Mathematics and had a good impression of teachers like Lao Zong, so he thought about it and praised it sincerely.
"The size of a university is not the size of a building, but the size of a master."
Xu Qingshan looked serious and felt deeply.
This is indeed the atmosphere and atmosphere he felt when he came to the small building of the Institute of Mathematics. When he came here just now, the researchers, postdocs, and doctoral students all saw him, but they just looked at him simply. At first glance, he didn't take it to heart. He didn't seem to care at all about himself, the disruptor who had just caused an uproar in the mathematics community a while ago.
And people like Zong Chuanming, the deputy director who has been a distinguished figure for a few years, has no airs. If he says he wants to help you clean, he really takes off his coat, rolls up his sleeves and goes up with a rag. Just do it.
Half of the person was hanging on the cabinet, stretching his arms to wipe the top of the cabinet.
Xu Qingshan was so frightened that he was afraid that Lao Deng would fall out.
"oh."
As a result, Zong Chuanming had no reaction when he heard Xu Qingshan's subtle flattery.
He simply said oh, raised his face that looked a bit like Wang Qianyuan, rolled his eyes and continued to clean Xu Qingshan's table.
"Teacher Zong, don't you think this is similar to the atmosphere of our Institute of Mathematics?"
Xu Qingshan asked.
"Like, but."
Zong Chuanming turned around, stopped holding the rag in his hand, looked at Xu Qingshan and said.
"This sentence was said by Mr. Mei Yiqi, the first president of Huaqing next door."
After saying that, Lao Zong continued to clean the table.
Xu Qingshan was ashamed.
If the dispute between Huaqing and Beijing University must be categorised, it is a family scandal.
But he used Huaqing's famous sayings to praise Peking University. In the eyes of the old man, this was like a child backhand slapping himself on the butt.
However, the person who said this was Xu Qingshan, and Lao Zong was not a deeply rooted old Jingda master. He was transferred here. Although he was also affected and had deep feelings for Jingda, at this time he just simply pointed out the problem. That’s all.
"Next time you want to praise me like this, you should go visit our school history museum."
Zong Chuanming spoke again.
"Mr. Yan Fu, the first president of Peking University, also said that for a university to be large, it should be eclectic and inclusive, so as to achieve its greatness."
"Don't make it seem like we at Peking University don't have our own famous quotes. We have just as many celebrities as our neighbors."
Xu Qingshan clearly saw the expression of disgust and pride on Zong Chuanming's face.
"All right."
Xu Qingshan scratched his head.
"You kid, you should read more books in the future, accumulate more, and prepare some famous quotes of your own."
The two finished cleaning up and found a stool in the room to sit down. Zong Chuanming took a sip of hot water from his thermos cup. He had just crossed the corridor and was going to the boiling water room to fill the hot water.
"Why are you preparing famous sentences?"
Xu Qingshan also frequently used wise words. He could just burst out on the spot during the interview, but he didn’t know what Zong Chuanming meant.
Is it possible to force famous quotes during interviews?
"Of course I want to keep it and put it in the school history museum for later viewing, right?"
Zong Chuanming looked at Xu Qingshan with a slight look of disdain, as if to say that you kid didn't even expect this.
"Enter the school history museum?"
Xu Qingshan blinked.
"Haven't you guys almost proved Zhou's conjecture and twin prime numbers? You haven't published it now. You must be waiting to publish it when you go to Princeton, right?"
Lao Zong is well aware of young people’s pretentiousness. He is just older, not that he doesn’t surf.
Moreover, Lao Zong likes to read novels. What he reads is not fairy tales, but urban pretentious novels.
"You know this too?"
"Why are you old? What's your look like? I'm only 45, okay?"
Zong Chuanming rolled his eyes at Xu Qingshan with disgust again.
"I'm one year younger than your old Chen."
Xu Qingshan had nothing to say.
"Anyway, after you get those two, your task target at the Institute of Mathematics will be completed directly. From now on, you can do whatever you want. If you need Lao Chen to come over and help you, just tell Tian Yuan and he will definitely go. Find Principal Zhou and send Lao Chen over to take up the post at the beginning of next year.”
Zong Chuanming drank the hot water and breathed a warm sigh of relief.
"Anyway, you came and improved my performance twice when I was in office."
Xu Qingshan:
"Oh right."
Zong Chuanming put down the thermos cup and looked at Xu Qingshan's clean, large and empty office. His eyes lit up and he suddenly asked.
"Lao Xu, do you want a college student or not?"
Xu Qingshan’s fist hardened.
Teacher Zong, can you stop being so stubborn?
You don’t think I’ve seen “The Wrangler”, right?
Rehabilitation!
(End of chapter)