My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 41 Beginning
They came with high spirits and left with great enjoyment.

It was nearly 10:30 when Huang Tian and Zong Wenjun returned to their apartment.

Lying in bed, Zong Wenjun was a little tired: "I'm not going out tomorrow. I just want to stay snuggled up in bed all the time."

Huang Tian pinched her smooth and soft cheek and said with a smile, "Little Zong, who doesn't get tired after studying all day, actually feels tired after playing."

Zong Wenjun let her face be pinched and said seriously, "Studying doesn't involve much emotional fluctuation, but traveling and playing are different. The emotional fluctuations are too great, and the mental consumption is also greater, so you will naturally get tired."

“Okay, then I’ll stay in my room tomorrow and not go anywhere,” Huang Tian said.

Zong Wenjun hugged his arm and rubbed her face against it. Huang Tian leaned against the headboard, opened his phone with his left hand, and skillfully logged into the Changda Online Library, searching for various books and documents in its resource database.

"A Course in Probability Theory and Mathematical Statistics", "Topology", "Groups and Representations", "Second-Order Elliptic Partial Differential Equations", "Proof of the Global Well-Constant Stability and Exponential Decay of Low-Regularity Solutions to Three-Dimensional Density-Dependent Magnetohydrodynamic Equations"...

He memorized the contents of the books and papers, and his consciousness instantly returned to the world at the end of the Han Dynasty. He quickly digested and understood this knowledge by taking advantage of the 1:30 time difference.

The following day, which was the third day since Zong Wenjun arrived in Changshi, the two of them did not go out except to eat downstairs. They stayed in the apartment and did their own things. Zong Wenjun put on her headphones and watched VOA. When she got tired, she listened to music. Huang Tian, ​​on the other hand, was immersed in the ocean of mathematics.

On the morning of the fourth day, the two got up early, and Huang Tian took Zong Wenjun to the high-speed rail station.

At the station entrance, Zong Wenjun hugged Huang Tian and whispered, "I will miss you."

"Me too."

After a brief embrace, Zong Wenjun entered the station with her backpack, waving to Huang Tian from afar. Huang Tian watched her disappear from sight before returning to his apartment.

For the next five days, Huang Tian spent his time "browsing" documents, which, when converted to the time of the late Han Dynasty, was a full five months. However, he still practiced cultivation every day without fail during those five months, only reading documents in his spare time. But this still took quite a long time, especially for Huang Tian after his comprehension had evolved.

Five days later.

Huang Tian turned on the computer he had bought with his own part-time job during his undergraduate years. His mind was bursting with inspiration. After a moment of contemplation, he thought, "Let's start by giving the mathematics community a little appetizer, a trial balloon."

I opened LaTeX and started typing away on the keyboard.

Paper Title: Study on Blasting Phenomena Based on Supercritical Defocusing Nonlinear Wave Equation

summary:……

For Huang Tian, ​​doing research is actually easier than writing papers, because writing a paper is too time-consuming. For example, the paper he is currently writing on PDEs (partial differential equations) took him two whole days and he wrote a full 55 pages. This is only because he didn't need to repeatedly consider and think, but just kept writing.

After finishing his paper, Huang Tian uploaded it to arXiv. arXiv is not a journal, but a repository for preprints. Researchers can upload unpublished papers to it, essentially reserving a spot and asserting their "ownership" of the paper.

After reserving his spot, Huang Tian copied the paper to a USB drive. After thinking for a moment, he went downstairs to the print shop to print a copy. Then he took a taxi to Changda University to find his undergraduate partial differential calculus professor, Feng Zechun, a professor in the Department of Mathematics at Changda University.

The reason for seeking him out is that, as a newcomer to academia, Huang Tian's papers would likely not attract the attention of peer reviewers if he submitted them to major journals; they would simply gather dust in his inbox amidst thousands of emails. To gain the editor's attention, he would need someone to endorse him. Only after his first paper was published and he gained some reputation could he earn the editor's respect simply by relying on his name.

Moreover, besides getting Feng Zechun's endorsement, the more important thing is to get a fee from him, otherwise the journal publication fee of tens of thousands of yuan is really a headache...

Feng Zechun is 63 years old this year. He has been teaching at Changda University since he graduated with a master's degree. In middle age, he obtained a doctorate in mathematics. Over the decades, he has published a lot of books and finally became a full professor. However, as he gets older and his energy declines, he has done less scientific research in recent years and mainly focuses on teaching and mentoring students.

He supervised several doctoral students and also taught some undergraduate courses, purely integrating teaching and research, with teaching taking precedence over research. Although Feng Zechun was somewhat laid-back, he was a very good person. After all, he had a smooth career and rarely got into arguments with anyone. He had spent most of his life in the ivory tower and carried a stubborn, bookish air about him, which was why Huang Tian approached Feng Zechun.

Are there bad apples in universities? Yes, but most are ordinary, normal people. Feng Zechun is one of them. He has been teaching and researching for decades and there has never been any scandal about him.

Getting off the bus at the main gate of Changda University, Huang Tian looked at the familiar, massive gate that was over 300 meters long and felt a pang of emotion.

Just over a year ago, he was a carefree student, full of vigor and boundless dreams for the future.

However, the harsh reality quickly taught him a lesson, telling him that he was just an extremely mediocre person who had just happened to have studied for a few years and been praised by his parents, teachers, and classmates. Once he entered society, he immediately reverted to his original self.

After standing there for a while, Huang Tian walked to the pedestrian walkway next to the security booth, scanned his face to enter the campus, and walked through the empty campus, passing the sparkling Runxi Lake and the naturally charming Beilian Fountain Square, before arriving at the Science and Life Building at a leisurely pace.

Inside the building, many students carrying books or bags walked and chatted in the stairwells and corridors. Downstairs, young men and women stopped their shared bicycles and hurried along with their bags. Huang Tian followed the crowd in the stairwell.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, we arrived at a door with a sign that read "Teachers' Lounge." The door was open, and inside, we could see only an elderly man with thinning gray hair and a slightly plump figure sitting on a sofa reading documents.

'Teacher Feng still seems to prefer spending time in the lounge after class...'

Tuk Tuk~

A crisp knock sounded on the door. Feng Zechun looked up and saw a very handsome young student.

"Huang Tian?"

Feng Zechun spoke with some surprise. He still had a deep impression of Huang Tian because Huang Tian had a clean appearance and a good temperament. He looked like a proper scholar. In addition, Huang Tian had good grades, so he naturally remembered him well.

"Teacher Feng, it's me." Huang Tian smiled as he walked into the teachers' lounge.

Feng Zechun was in a great mood when he saw his former student. He stood up and waved, saying, "Come, come, sit down and let's talk."

As she spoke, she went to the water dispenser, picked up a disposable cup, and poured Huang Tian a glass of water.

"I can do it myself, thank you, teacher."

Huang Tian took the water glass and sat down next to Feng Zechun.

"It's been over a year since graduation, how have you been?" Feng Zechun asked with a kind smile, in high spirits.

"Just getting by is neither good nor bad."

"It's already pretty good that you can just get by." Feng Zechun looked at the thick file folder in Huang Tian's hand and asked, "Are you going to the school to go through some procedures or get a certificate...?"

Huang Tian opened the file folder and took out a stack of densely written manuscripts. "Actually, I wrote something in my spare time and wanted to ask you, teacher, to take a look and give me some feedback..."

　Thank you Xuewu Feiyu for the 2000 Qidian Coins donation.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)