Super God-Level Top Student

Wen Fengqing spoke of a Mr. Yu named Yu Jie, an academician at the Huaxia Academy of Engineering, one of the initiators of the neighboring laboratory, and also Wen Fengqing's doctoral advisor back in his day.

Speaking of which, the two of them were old acquaintances.

About ten years ago, Yu Jie took Wen Fengqing, who was still pursuing his doctorate, to a conference in the Capital and had specifically introduced this proud and close disciple to him.

"Yu is still pretty hale and hearty, he even came to check on our lab work last week," Wen Fengqing replied, and then asked, "Principal Zuo, what exactly is the situation today? Even our usually generous Professor Xu has become so humble?"

"Heh... see if you're tired. If not, why don't you wait here for a while and have some tea with us. The situation has already been reported, and they say they're still in a meeting upstairs. We'll see what the notice says when it arrives, and then we can see what it's all about," Zuo Chengzheng said with a smile.

Wen Fengqing instantly understood the smile on Zuo Chengzheng's face.

He had been through this kind of thing before.

It seemed they had encountered a situation that was causing headaches for the higher-ups.

Before a final decision was made, it was uncertain whether he would even be allowed to know.

Let alone this early morning meeting, there must be something significant going on.

But thinking that he wouldn't be able to sleep if he went back now, he simply sat down at the table and started chatting casually with a few others.

It was clear, though, that none of them were in high spirits.

Especially Xu Zhengxing, who was usually quite cheerful, was exceptionally silent today, even a bit distracted.

Occasionally, when he did speak up, it was to snap at Luo Zhengyuan.

Strange, they usually got along quite well, so why were they suddenly at odds with each other today?

But on the other hand, why was someone specializing in marine equipment design staying up all night in a material lab today?

They weren't in need of high-temperature-resistant metals, right? Okay, there were too many oddities.

But a matter that had everyone waiting up all night was definitely not a trivial issue.

Finally, when the day began to dawn and Wen Fengqing was starting to feel drowsy, the phone on the table that Zuo Chengzheng had been watching rang.

All of a sudden, everyone perked up, and all eyes were on Zuo Chengzheng.

"Hello... Yes, it's me... No, no trouble at all, thank you for your hard work... Mm-hmm... I understand... Rest assured, I will handle Professor Qiao's work, and I believe he will definitely understand... Alright, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Zuo Chengzheng let out a sigh of relief.

Then, noticing the looks he was getting from the few people around him, he smiled.

It was interesting; everyone else was tense, only the newly arrived Wen was clueless.

He probably couldn't figure out what today's matter had to do with Qiao Ze, right?

"Alright, no need to be so serious. The higher-ups are still very enlightened, haha, at least they won't keep you up in suspense. They just hope Professor Qiao can understand that this technology shouldn't be authorized overseas for now, keeping the source code strictly classified. As for the model itself, feel free to discuss it; that's not confidential.

Anyway, it doesn't involve us; we don't need the source code, right? In short, use it as you need to domestically, but authorization is required first, and any material reports designed through the model must be submitted to a special review committee to determine if the material composition is confidential or should be included in the export control list," Zuo Chengzheng stretched lazily and reiterated the message he had just received.

With these words spoken, there were five people present—one watching the drama unfold, three with mixed emotions, and Wen Fengqing, still in the dark, was baffled.

What were they talking about?

What model? What source code? What authorization?

But before Wen Fengqing could wrap his head around it, Xu Zhengxing stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said, "Professor Wen, let's go. You treat us to breakfast, and we'll tell you a story, then let you know whom you should thank. Sounds fair, right?"

After saying that, Xu Zhengxing turned his head and glared at Luo Benyuan: "You better go rest, Luo. Remember, you've been marked as an unwelcome person in our materials department, so come less often."

"Heh..."

...

Meanwhile, at the same time, Qiao Ze opened his eyes in bed, lay quietly for three seconds, then gently took Su's hand off his shoulder and climbed out of the blankets.
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He had had a pretty good rest that night.

After heading to the bathroom to freshen up and returning to the bedroom, he saw Su Mucheng also awake, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Hmm?" Qiao Ze tilted his head slightly and asked.

"Qiao, you looked even more handsome after not opening your eyes all night. What are you going to do if you go out to meetings or lectures, or if you take on female students and some little vixen clings to you?" Su Mucheng asked seriously.

After thinking for a moment, Qiao Ze corrected her with a scientific attitude, "If a little vixen does cling to me, it definitely won't be for that reason. But if you really want to learn grappling from Liu Ying, just go every afternoon. I won't assign you any study tasks for a while."

"Long live Qiao!" Su Mucheng happily waved her little fist.

It wasn't that she no longer wanted to work hard.

But interacting with the other professors who had doubted the value of their life's work in the presence of Qiao Ze only made Su Mucheng more uncertain about her abilities.

The problems she couldn't figure out in a day were often resolved by a mere glance from the person beside her, something she might not care about once or twice. But when it happens too often, it really made her wonder if studying was right for her.

Even though Su now also held an honorary title from the Mathematical Society, she had truly lost most of her interest in mathematics.