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

Chapter 699 The Nobel Prize is alright, Xu Qingzhou

Xishan No. 1 Courtyard.

Song Lulu was typing away, chatting with her roommate.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao huddled together, reading news online.

Previously, Weibo was down for about 10 minutes before it finally returned to normal. Now, the topic of Xu Qingzhou winning the Nobel Prize continues to gain traction.

"666~"

"The Nobel Prize in Chemistry! Xu Shen is amazing!"

"Holy crap, isn't he a physicist? How come he won the chemistry prize?"

"Both are related, physics and chemistry are both acceptable."

"The most hardcore Nobel Prize since Tu Youyou! The US is trying to strangle us? We'll just flip the table!"

"No, am I the only one who remembers that he used to be a mathematician?"

"Xia's first Nobel Prize laureate in Chemistry."

"Moreover, Xu Shen has become the first scientist in human scientific history to win both the Fields Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry."

"I almost forgot about something important."

Xu Qingzhou seemed to have thought of something, took out his phone, opened his Weibo account, and began to edit a message.

"It starts again."

Judging from his appearance, Song Yao knew what Xu Qingzhou was planning to do.

Xu Qingzhou had already edited the Weibo post.

#Xu Qingzhou: Chemistry Prize? Seems alright.

The Weibo post had barely been published when a flood of comments appeared in the comments section.

"Cattle!"

"The Nobel Prize is alright, Xu Qingzhou."

“Xu Shen, from now on, whenever you try to show off to me, I’ll always praise you for it.”

"God among gods."

"From now on, I'm going to put your photo on my bedside table."

"Brother from Sichuan, please calm down. I suspect you have other purposes for hanging it by the window."

Seeing this comment, Xu Qingzhou's face darkened. Prejudice between people is like a city of Chengdu.

The person from Sichuan replied: "Impossible, you're talking nonsense, I didn't."

Xu Qingzhou: "."

Meanwhile, in the villa area of ​​Kyoto University.

Gu Zhizhong took the documents home and asked the woman sitting at the table knitting, "Is there any food left?"

Ge Meng: "Didn't you eat in the cafeteria?"

"I'm tired of your cooking, so I miss yours."

"Then why are you back so late?"

"I was doing some calculations and forgot the time," Gu Zhizhong said helplessly.

"I'll go and cook you a bowl of noodles with meat broth."

Ge Meng got up.

In the living room, Gu Zhizhong took out the calculations of high-dimensional algebraic varieties from his bag. His student, Su Kewei, was working on this, so he had studied it a bit as well.

Ten minutes passed.

Ge Meng placed the freshly cooked noodles in front of Gu Zhizhong, saying, "Look at you, you're so old, yet you're always acting like a young person, never able to stay still."

While other professors are busy with various projects, my husband, Mr. Gu, is still at the forefront, teaching undergraduates and spending several hours each week in the Q&A room.

However, she understood.

Those projects need people to do them, but talent development also needs people to do it.

It's fine as it is now; it's reassuring.

Just then, Gu Zhizhong's phone rang. He smiled and asked, "Old Yang, what brings you to call me?"

"Congratulations, Lao Gu," the person on the other end said.

"What do you mean?" Gu Zhizhong was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the other party was congratulating him right away, but he felt that this scene was vaguely familiar.

"Oh? You didn't know? The Nobel Prize! Your student is this year's Nobel Prize winner in Chemistry! I've already sent you the news."

"."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

"Wait and let me see."

Gu Zhizhong hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his increasingly rapid breathing to process the news he had just received.

Nobel Prize in Chemistry laureate Xu Qingzhou?
Fake news?
No, when Lao Yang calls, his source is definitely reliable; it might even be an official announcement.

He immediately opened the news link his old friend had sent him.

Renren Daily.

State media!

The old professor's heart clenched violently. His gaze swept quickly across the news briefing, his eyes slightly red. "Good, good, now I can die without regrets."

Having dedicated himself to the field of mathematics for decades, his biggest dream was to see a Fields Medal winner emerge in China, which he has already achieved. Later, he lamented that China still lacks a Nobel laureate.

Now this kid has helped me achieve it again.

"Pah, pah, what are you saying?" Ge Meng glared, feeling that this person couldn't possibly say anything decent. "You already have a heart condition, why are you getting so worked up?"

"Look at this."

Gu Zhizhong handed the phone to Ge Meng.

"Xu Qingzhou won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry!"

It was early morning in Xia Guo, while it was just dawn in the United States.

A rest balcony at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory, University of California, Berkeley.

The tall, thin middle-aged man, carrying a cup of coffee, walked towards the man on the balcony.

"Good morning, Mr. Wilson," the man greeted.

"Good morning."

The thin, tall man sat down, took a sip of coffee, looked at the man opposite him with dark circles under his eyes, and said, "Mr. Doudna, it's a pity I didn't see your name on the Nobel Prize list."

“I’m also sorry I didn’t see your name.” Jennifer Doudna rolled her eyes.

The two looked at each other and both laughed helplessly.

Doudna shrugged. "Okay, I admit, I stayed up late last night waiting for the committee's call."

"I never expected that he would win the chemistry prize this time. No, to be precise, we should have expected it." Wilson sighed with emotion.

Before this.

Internationally, it is widely predicted that the candidates for the Nobel Prize in Chemistry will mainly focus on gene editing, nanocrystals, and organometallic chemistry, while Xu Qingzhou is generally considered to be in the field of physics.

The Nobel Prize in Physics was announced, and Xu Qingzhou's name was not on it, but it's normal that Xu Qingzhou didn't win the prize.

After all, the Nobel Prize has a strong time lag; some scientists don't receive the Nobel Prize until thirty or even forty years after their inventions.

These two individuals have made remarkable achievements in the CRISPR-Cas9 gene-editing technology in recent years and have been listed as the top candidates for the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

Unfortunately, even though I stayed up until the middle of the night, I didn't receive that exciting phone call.

"24 years old."

A look of emotion crossed Doudna's face.

At their age, they're still following in their mentors' footsteps, while this young man has already won some of the world's most prestigious awards.

Just as the two were feeling sentimental, a slightly overweight, bearded middle-aged man walked over with a smile and said, "Hey, you two, cheer up."

Seeing the bearded man's smiling face, Doudna rolled his eyes. "Mr. Stevens, if I'm not getting old and my eyesight isn't failing me, your name isn't on the list of winners for the Physics Prize."

"of course."

Stevens took a sip of coffee and smiled faintly: "He's already won the Nobel Prize, and at the very least, I don't think the committee will give it to him again in the next few years."

(End of this chapter)