pertwk Chapter 30: Was he bombarded by the professor?
Chapter 30: Was he bombarded by the professor?
This move completely stunned Xu Ce, who was standing to the side.
"Please sit down."
The biology teacher nodded. "The answer to this question is C. If you got it wrong, find out why."
Xu Ce, who was standing to the side, spoke up.
"Hey buddy, are you in class?"
"Of course! Class is in session, what else can I do if I don't pay attention?"
Xu Ce nodded deeply.
But looking at Xue Lin's table full of test papers, error notebooks, and a book on architectural design, he kept flipping through them.
Damn it, you're telling me you're attending a class?
This is absolutely outrageous! It's like the mother of all people opening the door to something even more outrageous.
Outrageous home!
This is probably the world of the big shots.
Xu Ce could only admit defeat.
Xue Lin yawned.
"Next time, try to create a more energetic entry; otherwise, we'll need to take a break after each class."
"It's such a waste of time."
Xue Lin muttered something under his breath.
As far as he knew, those big names who made significant achievements in scientific research were all full of energy.
Without sufficient energy, it's impossible to accomplish anything significant.
After all, these projects are time-consuming, energy-draining, and even deplete one's vital energy.
Xue Lin has also met some renowned professors from abroad.
They all arrive at the lab very early in the morning and leave very late, sleeping only a few hours each day.
Therefore, good health is also a part of scientific research.
The most important thing is energy.
Dismissal.
Xue Lin looked at Chu Ming.
"How's the compilation of those questions coming along?"
Xue Lin inquired.
Chu Ming looked embarrassed.
"I've been busy lifting weights these past few days and haven't had time to go see it."
"It's good to relax sometimes, but you can't relax every day," Xue Lin said. "How about this, you sit next to me during evening self-study, and I'll supervise you."
then.
During evening self-study, Xue Lin had even more books on his desk.
In addition, he would explain the questions to Chu Ming from time to time.
Speak softly, so as not to disturb others.
After all, the evening study hall is still a bit noisy.
Some people were whispering among themselves.
The sound won't be very loud.
However, everyone was discussing problems, and very few people were chatting about trivial matters.
Of course, this is only human nature.
Chu Ming was clearly wearing a mask of pain.
Xue Lin would occasionally glance at him.
If you see him pausing for a long time on a certain question, then explain it to him directly, and then give him a similar question to do.
This will greatly improve efficiency.
"Keep it up, I believe in you."
Xue Lin smiled.
Chu Ming's face grew even more bitter.
However, he also knew that Xue Lin was doing it for his own good, so he could only start learning.
Learning doesn't offer much immediate feedback, but there's still a sense of accomplishment when you solve a problem.
Therefore, Xue Lin didn't find it so boring.
For several days in a row.
Xue Lin maintained this lifestyle.
My mom doesn't have many projects, probably because she considers he's studying and doesn't let him do them.
He wasn't in a hurry, since he had a large sum of money in his pocket.
At least I can lie down for a while now.
However, while he was having a wonderful dream...
A message from Teacher Guo came through.
"Xue Lin, you've been bombarded."
He found it somewhat inexplicable.
But soon, Guo Jinshi shared a journal article with him.
"Chinese journals?" Xue Lin was surprised.
Chinese journals don't have much international influence, so let them criticize them.
However, he soon noticed that although it was a Chinese journal, it was actually the architecture journal of Tsinghua University!
If his previous publication, *World Architecture*, was a top journal, then Tsinghua University's *Architectural Journal* is a first-class journal.
World-class!
Second only to those top-tier journals in the world.
"It's only been a few days, and they've already been bombarded?" Xue Lin frowned.
Clearly, this group from Tsinghua University rushed out their paper.
They really think the lives of their PhD students aren't important?
The first author is Chen Jin.
However, it's common knowledge that the first author is generally not the one who writes the paper.
Many first-author authors are mentors, or senior or junior students favored by their mentors.
It's not impossible that it could even be the mentor's son!
after all.
There has been a saying since ancient times.
Those who are adorned in silk robes are not the ones who raise silkworms.
It's not impossible for a PhD student who's been forced to extend their studies to write a dissertation.
As for Chen Jin, Xue Lin knew this person.
That is to say, he went astray, and an evaluation was given to him, but he had never met this great professor.
He even checked the information and found that he was a researcher in the Department of Architecture at Tsinghua University and was also at the level of a semi-academician.
As for the actual academicians, they may not have taken the stage yet; they may just be observing or perhaps they simply don't care.
"Take a look at this article first."
Xue Lin spoke.
I need to find out why I'm being bombarded and where the bombardment is directed.
Let's at least figure out the situation before we talk about it.
Xue Lin looked at the thesis.
Opportunity, time, and orderly chaos are the three essential elements that constitute the existence of "home." Minimalism is not life; it's a misguided path that de-emphasizes life!
Xue Lin took a careful look at the paper; it was quite well-written.
In some places, Xue Lin even agreed.
First, let's talk about opportunities.
Opportunity represents home, the starting point and harbor of life, where surprises await around the corner and chance encounters may happen.
This means that a home should not be minimalist, but should be lived-in.
Time is the trace of years that settle in a home. Everything in the home represents the warm memories that have accumulated from youth to maturity.
Finally, there is orderly chaos, which is easy to understand.
This is neither sloppy nor messy.
For example, children's toys.
After tidying it up, it's a chaotic yet orderly mess, with scattered books and marks on the dining table.
These three elements constitute a genuine, warm, time-tested, temperature-sensitive, and vibrant life force.
This is home.
Xue Lin laughed after reading it.
"That actually makes a lot of sense."
I glanced at the cited references.
These are all papers or monographs by renowned scholars. It seems they really put in a lot of effort to find so many flaws in minimalism within just a few days.
If Xue Lin hadn't been criticizing his own thesis, he might actually have wanted to give it a thumbs up.
"How about it? How about publishing it in a Chinese journal? Our architecture journal at Jinan University is really short of articles, and it can be published this weekend."
Xue Lin glanced at the time.
Friday.
Is it going to be released this weekend?
Are you planning to work overtime to proofread my manuscript and speed up the process?
However, Xue Lin was also somewhat tempted.
Soon, Chen Hui also sent over the link.
"Our architecture journal at Jinling University is also short of articles!"