pertwk Is Chapter 27 really that wish-fulfillment?
Is Chapter 27 really that wish-fulfillment?
Upon seeing the message that popped up on the screen, Li Hongde patted Lu Feng on the shoulder, his tone filled with relief.
"Alright, now we just have to wait." Li Hongde straightened up, picked up the thermos on the table, unscrewed the lid, and blew on the steam.
"The review process for this journal is quite lengthy, taking anywhere from half a month to a year and a half."
He took a sip of tea and added, "Moreover, top journals in Zone 1 have a very high rejection rate. Even if I write a letter of recommendation, it can only guarantee that your manuscript won't be thrown directly into the trash by the editor during the initial review stage. Ultimately, it still depends on the reviewers' opinions, so don't have too high hopes and take it in stride."
"I understand, teacher." Lu Feng nodded.
For him, the moment the paper was submitted, its mission for that stage was already accomplished.
The surge in learning points is the most tangible reward.
Li Hongde seemed to want to say something more when suddenly a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the office. A young teacher wearing glasses poked his head in: "Professor Li, the department meeting is about to start. The dean wants you to go there right away."
"Understood," Li Hongde replied, closing the thermos and glancing at Lu Feng one last time.
"Alright, I'll be going now."
After saying that, he grabbed his notebook and hurriedly left.
With Li Hongde gone, the tension in the laboratory completely eased.
Zhou Mingyuan immediately walked over from his seat, staring at the computer screen with a gossipy look on his face.
"Junior, did you really submit it? The last time our group got accepted into this journal was three years ago, wasn't it with a PhD student?"
Lu Feng closed the submission page and casually opened a domestic academic forum to see what new research directions were emerging.
Upon seeing this, he almost threw up the steamed buns he had eaten that morning.
Lu Feng's expression right now is just like that of the old man on the subway.
The abstract of the paper, titled "A Bearing Fault Diagnosis Method Based on Neural Networks," is incredibly detailed, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be just a very basic three-layer BP network with fewer than one hundred training samples, and the testing accuracy relies entirely on image manipulation.
The article, titled "On the Intelligent Development Trend of Robotic Arms under the Background of Industry 4.0," is full of empty rhetoric and contains less valuable information than Baidu Encyclopedia.
Oh, ocean, you are all water.
Lu Feng shook his head as he read it and silently closed the webpage.
Papers of this caliber are simply an eyesore for him.
He subconsciously brought up the system panel and glanced at the big shot's chat interface.
Tesla's logo is still lit up, but there's no new information.
It's estimated that this king of electromagnetism is still frantically calculating in that white space in front of the blackboard, and won't be out anytime soon.
"Hey Zhou, when do our school clubs start recruiting?"
Not far away, Sun Hao was organizing experimental data when he casually asked a question.
Zhou Mingyuan snapped out of his reverie at Lu Feng's computer, thought for a moment, and said, "Next week, I guess. The people at the club management center told me the day before yesterday that our Mechanical Enthusiasts Association should make some preparations."
Upon hearing this, Lu Feng turned his head curiously: "We have a gang?"
"Of course!" Zhou Mingyuan puffed out his chest, a hint of pride on his face. "I'm the current president of our Mechanical Enthusiasts Association!"
However, his smugness lasted for less than three seconds before he collapsed, looking as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant.
"However... the recruitment situation is quite dismal every year, basically no one comes." He sighed, his tone full of resentment.
"Damn it, I was thinking about whether I could recruit a few female students to improve the situation of our club being predominantly male."
Lu Feng looked at him and almost laughed.
Bro, are you just bad at the game but addicted to it?
Zhou Mingyuan seemed to have recalled something sad, and he became angrier the more he talked.
"You wouldn't believe it, our club's booth is always put in the most out-of-the-way corner every year. Right next door is that cosplay club, and damn, their booth is always packed during recruitment season!"
He imitated a girl's voice, using a high-pitched tone, and said, "Wow, handsome, your outfit is so nice! Can we take a picture together?"
"Then a huge crowd gathered around to take pictures, completely blocking our road!"
"Last year, the newly appointed female president of the cosplay club wore an elf queen outfit, held a bow, and stood on a table. She even asked me if our club had recruited anyone this year."
"Damn it, doesn't she know where everyone is?"
Zhou Mingyuan slammed his fist on the table, his face a mixture of grief and indignation: "That expression, that tone, it was mockery! Utter mockery!"
Zhao Pengfei and Sun Hao listened with amusement, clearly having witnessed this scene more than once.
As they were talking, Zhou Mingyuan suddenly thought of something.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Lu Feng, who was leisurely drinking water.
A lewd smile appeared on his face.
Hehehe~
Lu Feng shuddered under his gaze, almost dropping the mineral water bottle in his hand.
An ominous premonition came over me.
"Senior brother... why are you looking at me like that?"
"Junior!" Zhou Mingyuan pounced on Lu Feng like a hungry tiger, grabbing his arms tightly with both hands.
"You absolutely have to come to our club!"
Lu Feng's face darkened.
"Dude, can't you have some dignity as a graduate student? You're acting like a thug."
Lu Feng then thought about it and decided that joining a club wouldn't be a bad idea. At least he could earn some credits for the comprehensive evaluation. Moreover, judging from Zhou Mingyuan's attitude, if he didn't agree, he probably wouldn't be able to leave this room today.
"Okay, no problem, I'll join."
"Good brother!" Zhou Mingyuan was so excited he almost jumped up. He patted Lu Feng's shoulder hard, his smile growing even brighter.
"Now that you're a member of the club, you'd better put your heart into our recruitment efforts this year!"
Lu Feng looked completely bewildered.
I just joined, and I'm already expected to work for love?
Zhou Mingyuan leaned close to his ear, lowered his voice, and said in a tone full of smug satisfaction:
"Junior, listen to me. Next week on recruitment day, just hang your mecha suit there and stand next to our booth."
"No, you don't need to stand. Just sit there, cross your legs, and have a cup of milk tea in your hand."
"At that time, we won't need to hand out any flyers or put up any posters."
Zhou Mingyuan became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see that scene. He pointed outside and waved his hand.
"I reckon if you just leave that mech there, a bunch of people could come over."
"They'll be green with envy! Especially that little brat from the cosplay club next door, I'll show her what real cosplay is!"
Sun Hao, listening nearby, was stunned: "Brother Zhou, that's an amazing suggestion!"
Lu Feng: "..."
He looked at his two senior brothers, who were already lost in their fantasies and discussing what color and font to use for the banner, and shook his head helplessly.
Is this just wishful thinking?