I am devoted to scientific research, but you want to trick me into having a love relationship?

Chapter 672 Those who didn't die, at worst, can come back for another year.

In the Q&A room of the Faculty of Economics at Kyoto University.

"Good morning, esteemed professors. I am Song Yao, and my thesis is titled 'A Cognitive Bias Correction Mechanism for Corporate Venture Capital Decisions in the Context of Digital Transformation'."

On stage, Song Yao began to speak, getting to the point and introducing her research in detail using a PowerPoint presentation.

"This study aims to address the management paradox in the application of digital technologies."

Offstage, Xu Qingzhou took photos of Song Yao with his phone and then posted them in the family group chat.

Li Daiyue gazed at the girl speaking eloquently on the stage, a rare smile appearing on her face. She was already satisfied to have such an outstanding student in her life.

She sighed, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the boy next to her who was taking pictures with his phone.

She was genuinely struck by the fleeting nature of time.

At the time, I was still concerned about the relationship between Song Yao and Xu Qingzhou.

That's just worrying unnecessarily.

Thinking back on her past actions, Li Daiyue found it somewhat amusing.

They're married now, and the young couple is living a very comfortable life.

His own student is about to graduate with a doctorate, and the young man in front of him has already made a name for himself in the scientific community.

I'm getting old, really getting old.
The old professor, known as the "Extinction Master," sighed inwardly.

"At the technical level, develop a dynamic evaluation algorithm based on Bayesian networks; at the process level, establish a fault-tolerant threshold management mechanism; and at the organizational level, design a cognitive officer (CCO) collaboration system."

Time passed slowly, and Song Yao's cool voice echoed in the large defense room.

The professors nodded from time to time, their faces showing undisguised approval, and occasionally they would let out a couple of exclamations of surprise.

In stark contrast to the professors, some of the students observing on both sides were already starting to look bewildered.

"Is the gap really that big?" In the corner, the girl who had been full of fighting spirit and wanted to compete with Song Yao frowned. Theses really are like cultivation techniques, directly showing the difference in quality.

A good paper presents a well-structured structure of problem, method, and conclusion, with profound content that leaves the reader feeling both impressed and bewildered.

A graduate student asked his fellow PhD student, "Hey, Wang, I don't understand what you mean by comparing the investment deviation before and after digital transformation."

"Don't talk, just listen carefully."

The young man adopted a mysterious expression.

"okay."

Seeing that his junior brother didn't ask any more questions, the young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Could he say that he didn't understand it either? He hadn't read the original paper, and listening to it felt like listening to gibberish.

No, can the differences between people really be that great?

20 minutes passed.

Song Yao has finished speaking and is now waiting for the professors to ask questions.

"To be honest, Song Yao's graduation thesis is excellent. Even we old guys can't write a few of these in a year."

Professor Yue Haochang spoke first, praising the paper before changing the subject: "Of course, after reading the paper, I still have a question for Song Yao to answer. What is the theoretical integration logic between behavioral finance and digital management in the paper? How did you prove that the two are synergistic rather than mutually exclusive?"

offstage.

"Damn, Professor Yue Haochang's questions are still so tricky."

"I'm under so much pressure!"

"Thanks for the invitation. I'm in the Q&A room now, and I'm prepared to get scolded later."

Inside the defense room, those preparing for their defenses began to hold their breath, already inwardly groaning.

They hadn't been called yet, but their hearts were already pounding with nervousness.

"Well, it seems we've been crushed." The girl who had initially been thinking of giving it a shot felt a bit numb. After sighing, she turned her gaze back to the girl on stage, wanting to see how she would explain herself. Song Yao thought for a moment and then answered in a deep voice, "Our research draws on Professor Xu Qingzhou's convergence ideas in function approximation theory, treating cognitive bias as a perturbation term in the investment decision function."

Quiet discussions broke out in the Q&A room.

"This is showing off their love! This is definitely showing off their love!"

"That young couple is really something!"

Don't tell me, really don't tell me.

"I never expected to be subjected to such a display of affection during my doctoral defense."

Xu Qingzhou was helpless; he hadn't been able to contribute to this paper at all. He had originally planned to help by having Song Yao act as his tutor, answering his economic questions.

As for the convergence idea of ​​this function approximation theory, it is not the most crucial step in solving the Riemann Hypothesis. At the time, Song Yao said that it could be used to solve investment decision-making problems in economics, which surprised him a bit.

At the table, several professors looked on with curiosity.

Song Yao found the relevant formulas for convergence on the USB drive and showed them to everyone.

Professor Qiu Ruiting stared at the formula on the screen for a long while, then, as if she had thought of something, said in a deep voice, "I once saw a paper on the Tuoyin website that was also about borrowing Professor Xu's convergence ideas in the function approximation theory in the proof of the Riemann Hypothesis."

"Are you referring to the macroeconomic policy paper by the famous economist David Cohen?" Yue Hao asked.

"Yes. It's similar to what Song Yao did."

After the two professors finished their discussion, Song Yao retrieved the calculation process she had prepared beforehand. "Digital tools gradually approach the optimal decision point through iterative optimization. Specifically, behavioral finance's bias quantification provides perturbation parameters."

The students who were initially a little confused were now completely bewildered.

"What the heck, this is economics? What did I get for this?" The crew-cut youth looked bewildered, turned to look at his classmate next to him, and found that the other person looked just like him.

"No, we're studying economics, why are you bringing up the Riemann Hypothesis and its function approximation theory?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not worthy to hear this."

Three minutes passed, and Song Yao finished answering.

"I've learned something new; I never knew it could be done like that."

Yue Haochang looked down at the paper, pondering Song Yao's answer, and nodded, "Yes, that makes sense. I have no further questions."

He looked at Professor Zhuo Lei beside him.

Professor Zhuo Lei from Tsinghua University said: "In terms of correcting cognitive biases, there are already mature tools, such as double-blind peer review. What are the significant differences between algorithmic intervention in papers and this?"

"Traditional methods such as double-blind review address static individual biases, while this study targets three new characteristics of the digital age."

Song Yao was prepared for this question, so she answered without thinking.

Offstage, Xu Qingzhou smiled gently as he typed a message to his parents in Chengdu, saying that Song Yao's passing the defense was a foregone conclusion.

A few meters away from him, a girl stared at her dissertation, utterly despondent, muttering, "I'm doomed, I'm doomed. With Song Xuemei leading the way, I'm doomed."

When it comes to thesis defense, the worst thing is comparison.

Her thesis is on a completely different level compared to Song Yao's.

Seeing the girl like this, an older man nearby couldn't bear it and comforted her, "Junior sister, you're not dead. The professors wouldn't really be that heartless."

The girl's complexion finally improved, and she was very touched, thinking to herself that her senior brother was the best.

The guy glanced in the direction of the thesis defense professor and added, "At worst, I'll just work under the professor for another year like my senior did, and I won't die."

girl:"?"

Senior brother, do you even know what you're saying?!

(End of this chapter)