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"Don't worry, Dad, if I don't meet your expectations this semester, it will mean I have failed as a son," Zhang Zhou said with a serious face.

Gu Zhengliang opened his mouth but was at a loss for a moment.

It had to be said, when it came to shamelessness, he still couldn't beat Zhang Zhou.

All he could do was silently curse that darned fatty for actually using the accumulating fat on his face to thicken his skin.

"Also, stop calling me Dad!" Qiao Ze finally couldn't hold back.

"Okay, Father," this time Gu Zhengliang was the first to react.

Qiao Ze's lips moved but he ultimately didn't say anything more, just silently shared the video with the two and then stood up to go brush his teeth on the balcony by himself.

When the sound of water came from the balcony, Chen Yiwen, who had been dumbfounded by the show, started clapping, "Clap clap clap clap..."

Of course, she definitely wouldn't give up the chance to mock them, "The two of you have shown me today just how low university students can go these days. Really, I'm not just flattery you two when I say that even Lv Bu would give you a thumbs up and admit defeat."

"Hehe... someone should have some shame!"

"Exactly, and we don't even know who lets the class monitor boss them around all day. If you were in the time of the Three Kingdoms, you'd be a household serf."

"Why does it become 'the class monitor' again? Since the two of you have already lost all shame, can't you keep your words and actions consistent? She is your mother, after all!"

"You've got a point there, didn't that make you our serf too? Get moving and go prepare foot-washing water for us!"

"Ptui! Drop dead!"

...

The battle in the dorm room came to an abrupt end after Qiao Ze finished washing up and climbed into bed.

The domestic servant promptly turned off the lights, and the other two, filled with confidence, took their seats, put on headphones, and started playing lecture videos that even dogs wouldn't watch on their laptop screens.

After all, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

...

At the same time, at Princeton University's School of Mathematics.

Freya Rosha walked briskly through the quaint corridor to the door of the dean's office on the first floor, raised her hand, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Editor-in-chief Dugan, you wanted to see me?"

Freya Rosha walked into the office and looked at the little old man, who was half-hidden behind a pile of thick books.

He was still as comical as ever.

But she had to control her expression and not show disrespect in front of this little old man.

In fact, she did have a genuine respect for the elderly gentleman, but who could get this dean to pay a little attention to his appearance while holed up in his office?

"Oh, Freya, yes, New York University has a conference they've invited me to attend, but it's not convenient for me to go. You know, I don't really like those insincere fellows. Here, this is the invitation..."

Lotte Dugan adjusted his glasses, then stretched out his hand and accurately pulled out an envelope containing the invitation from the pile of disorderly chaos and handed it over.

This action once again gained a few more points of respect from Freya Rosha.

Because she had always been curious about how the editor-in-chief always managed to quickly find whatever he needed from the topsy-turvy desk filled with all kinds of books and documents.

"Hmm? Do you mean for me to go in your place?" Freya Rosha asked after taking the envelope from Lotte Dugan.

"Yes, after all, they've invited the editor-in-chief of 'Mathematics Annual,' not the dean of Princeton Mathematics Institute, so you're quite suitable," Lotte Dugan explained.

"Okay, let me see, the conference is in two days, it looks like I need to book a ticket quickly. Is there anything else, Editor-in-chief Dugan?" Freya Rosha asked.

Having the opportunity to go out like this wasn't so bad, she could just go to New York and have fun for a couple of days.

After all, a conference of this level wasn't considered very important. Besides, Freya Rosha was very doubtful, suspecting that the Coran Institute had organized this meeting specifically to offset the criticism they faced for violating the double-blind review principle with their own journal last time.

The world works like this: after making a mistake, one must always do something to salvage one's reputation, even if it might be futile.

However, for her as a participant, there were only benefits, such as being arranged to stay in more upscale hotels and attend the reception with canapés.

"Hmm, right, is the layout for that paper from Qiao of Huaxia finished?"
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Just as Freya Rosha's mind was almost drifting off to New York, Lotte Dugen raised his head to ask.

"Of course, all the proofreading and formatting tasks you requested are completed. In fact, it was quite easy. I must say, his original layout was quite good, and the paper itself had hardly any grammatical errors. It's hard to imagine that he comes from a non-English speaking country."

"In that case, when you go back, post a preview of his paper on the official website. Remember to add the word 'blockbuster,'" Lotte Dugen said.

"Ah? Although I know you admire that Qiao and Dugen is the editor-in-chief, this seems a bit too much?" Freya Rosha said, somewhat surprised.

After all, in her career, she had rarely been involved in promotion and publicity before a paper was officially published.

No doubt Qiao Ze's paper was valuable and could even be in the running for the annual best paper award, but it wasn't a blockbuster that resolved conjectures like the Goldbach or Riemann hypothesis, capable of causing an earthquake in the mathematical world.

"No, no, no, just do as I say, Freya."

Lotte Dugen's face broke into a sly smile, one that was so innocent it left Freya Rosha stunned. She hesitated for two seconds before replying, "Well, okay then. But I would still like an explanation."

Instead of directly answering Freya Rosha's query, Lotte Dugen asked, "Do you know what my biggest regret in life is?"

"Uh?" Freya thought for a moment and then cautiously said, "Not winning the Fields Medal?"

"Haha..."

Lotte Dugen laughed even more heartily, saying repeatedly, "No, no, no, although that is indeed a regrettable thing, compared to what I wanted to do, it's nothing. And that Qiao from Huaxia, he is doing something very interesting, almost similar to what I had in mind back in the days, so I sincerely hope he succeeds! We should help him within our capacity, of course."

Watching the editor-in-chief's inexplicably cheerful expression, Freya Rosha pressed her lips together and said, "I guess the thing you wanted to do but never managed to do when you were young mustn't have been something trivial."

"Hahaha, that's right. Back then, the one thing I wanted to do the most was to confront those old guys who judged my work, ask them why they didn't give me the Fields Medal. Then I would loudly tell them they were not fit to judge my achievements, hahaha..."

God knows which tender point was touched, making Lotte Dugen laugh like a sixty-year-old child. Freya Rosha even began to worry if the excitement would be too much for him.

After finally recovering from his laughter, Lotte Dugen continued, "...Sadly, those old guys are mostly gone now, and all I could do was find errors in the textbooks they compiled. Then I pray to God to help me convey my message to them."

Freya Rosha fought the urge to roll her eyes.

Alright, she probably understood what that Qiao was trying to do, thankfully it had nothing to do with her.

"I understand now, as you wish."

"Thank you, Freya. Off you go."

...

Meanwhile, at Huaxia Xilin International Airport.

Cheng Xuyang, the one Qiao Ze mentioned, stepped out of the airport into the night with a group of people.

There was a pick-up service, but once Cheng Xuyang got into the back seat of the car, he couldn't help but ask his secretary, "Didn't you tell the university we would arrive tonight?"

"I did, but after the flight was confirmed it was already 5:30 pm. I notified them around 5:35 pm and also arranged the contract signing for 10:00 am tomorrow morning."

Cheng Xuyang didn't say any more.

Of course, his mood couldn't be very good.

This was the first time he came to donate somewhere and they didn't even have someone to greet their arrival at the airport.

Xilin University of Technology was seriously lacking in manners!