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Chapter 91 A Professor at Twenty-Two?

The office fell silent instantly.

As the mouse wheel moved down, Guo Qizhi's expression began to undergo a series of interesting changes.

From initially browsing casually, to slightly frowning, then to his gaze becoming focused and serious, and finally, he even subconsciously leaned down, his face almost touching the screen.

When he saw the last line of the argument, he was frozen in place, as if under a spell, and pondered for several minutes.

Then, he slowly straightened up, let out a long sigh, turned his head, and looked at Gu Ming with an extremely complicated expression.

"Xiao Gu, to be honest, I'm quite envious of you."

"Huh?" Gu Ming was a little confused by Guo Qizhi's sudden remark. "Why are you envious of me just because you read a paper?"

"How can I not be envious?" Guo Qizhi's tone carried a hint of sourness. "How come all the promising talents in our math department are monopolized by you? Chen Lin, an undergraduate who clearly has unlimited potential, was directly handed over to you by President Chang. And now, even your own doctoral student is so outstanding! This dissertation is truly beautifully written!"

"Once it's submitted, the four top journals are practically guaranteed to publish it, right?"

Guo Qizhi felt increasingly resentful as he thought about it. Why didn't he have the opportunity to supervise doctoral students of this caliber?

Upon hearing this, Gu Ming couldn't help but chuckle.

His laughter left Guo Qizhi completely bewildered.

Gu Ming is usually such a serious person, so what was so funny about what he just said?

Gu Ming waved his hand, but couldn't stop smiling. He looked at Guo Qizhi, who was in a daze, and explained cheerfully, "PhD student? Director Guo, you guessed wrong."

"6

He extended his finger and tapped lightly on the title of the paper on the screen.

"This paper? It was written by Chen Lin, the guy you were just planning to send to the Mathematical Contest in Modeling (MCM)!"

"————"

The expression on Guo Qizhi's face froze instantly.

Following this, Gu Ming recounted how Principal Chang Kai, in an effort to retain Chen Lin, promised him early graduation and invested in his company; how Chen Lin, after returning to Tianjin, easily achieved perfect scores in five professional courses, and how he produced the research paper he was currently working on in just one week; even including Chen Lin's plan to spend one to two months tackling the even more ambitious topic of "Manifold Boundaries and Illusion Control in Generative Models"—

This series of outrageous events was told to Guo Qizhi in its entirety.

The office fell silent once again.

Guo Qizhi stood there blankly, his mouth open but unable to utter a single word. His brain, having received an excessive amount of information, was momentarily shut down.

Looking at his completely shattered worldview, Gu Ming thought of himself a few days ago, probably feeling the same way.

He picked up his coffee, took a sip, and leisurely made his final summary.

"That's why I said your suggestion was a bit difficult, Director Guo."

Gu Ming's gaze fell on the screen again, his tone full of emotion and appreciation: "Even if Chen Lin has to spend a longer time, even half a year, to achieve results in the general direction he mentioned, it is still much more valuable than having him participate in the MCM/CMA."

"Awards like 0 in the Mathematical Contest in Modeling (MCM) might be a great honor for others."

"But for Chen Lin," Gu Ming shook his head and said, emphasizing each word, "it's no longer worth wasting time on him."

Guo Qizhi was stunned by Gu Ming's words. He stood there blankly, staring at the computer screen.

He knew Gu Ming's personality; he usually seemed gentle, but when it came to academic issues, he was extremely meticulous, even somewhat rigid.

He would never joke about something like this.

It took Guo Qizhi several dozen seconds to finally digest the massive amount of information in Gu Ming's words.

He let out a long sigh and plopped back down on the sofa.

He looked up at Gu Ming, his expression shifting from initial shock to extreme seriousness.

"Xiao Gu, you did the right thing."

Guo Qizhi's tone was extremely serious, "For a genius like Chen Lin, he should be allowed to plan his own academic research direction and pace. We absolutely cannot interfere too much. What the school should do is provide all necessary assistance when he needs it and clear away any obstacles for him!"

He paused, seemingly pondering something, then continued, "Principal Chang's judgment is indeed sharp; he made a decisive move to keep him. However, both he and you knew too little about Chen Lin at the time. That 'specially appointed researcher' position—I'm afraid it's not enough."

Gu Ming was taken aback, not quite understanding: "What do you mean?"

Guo Qizhi looked at him and uttered the word almost slowly and deliberately.

"professor."

"What?!"

Gu Ming was shocked, almost dropping his coffee cup. "Director Guo, are you kidding me? A college graduate under twenty-two, specially appointed as a professor? This—this is something even President Chang couldn't decide alone!"

This isn't just an exceptional promotion; it's downright unbelievable!

However, Guo Qizhi remained remarkably calm in the face of Gu Ming's intense reaction.

He waved his hand and said calmly, "Xiao Gu, don't get agitated. We're both in academia, and we know best that in academia, as long as you can produce sufficiently convincing results, everything is possible!"

His self-assurance sharpened: "Moreover, large-scale artificial intelligence models are one of the strategic areas that the country currently values ​​and invests the most in. As long as Chen Lin can produce sufficiently valuable research results in the area of ​​'Manifold Boundaries and Illusion Control in Generative Models,' it will ultimately be able to effectively improve the performance of existing large-scale models—"

A confident smile curved Guo Qizhi's lips: "By then, when President Chang wants to appoint him as a professor, there won't be any obstacles whatsoever, whether it's silencing those with opinions within the school or persuading the leaders of the higher-level authorities!"

As Gu Ming listened to Guo Qizhi's resounding words, the shock in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by deep contemplation.

Indeed, Director Guo is right.

In academia, results ultimately speak for themselves.

Guo Qizhi looked at him and then smiled and said, "It's good that he's not going to the MCM this time. I happen to have another place here that's more suitable for him than the MCM."

"Oh?" Gu Ming's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?"

Guo Qizhi smiled slightly: "When I went to the capital for a meeting this time, Feng Yunhai specifically told me that the government will organize a very high-level mathematics conference this autumn and winter at Yanbei University. Many heavyweight mathematicians from home and abroad will attend."

He looked at Gu Ming and said slowly, "Feng Yunhai gave Yannan University a spot to give a report at the conference."

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