Chapter 11 Even a Scholar Is Not Good at Something

Day by day, Lu Zhou basically maintained his life in the library and dormitory. Except for going to the cafeteria when he was eating, and visiting Professor Tang when he had a problem he couldn't figure out, his life trajectory basically did not change. changed.

For the first time since stepping into this campus, his life was so regular, and it lasted for half a month.

All this was something he never imagined.

Finally, the day before June 15, Lu Zhou completed the editing of the paper and translated the text into English.

It is worth mentioning that when I was discussing the problem with Professor Tang a few days ago, I learned that Lu Zhou was studying the problem of "inverting the function and the derivative of the function when giving partial Fourier coefficients". After the findings were written into a paper, Professor Tang showed considerable interest in his research and said that he could help him revise the paper if he didn't mind.

Regarding this point, Lu Zhou still trusts Professor Tang quite a bit.

Aside from his good character and reputation, others who have been professors for so many years may have published more papers than the books he has read, and they don't even care about the papers written by one of his undergraduate students. Not to mention that there is nothing particularly outstanding about this research topic, even if it solves the problems that have plagued the world mathematics community for many years, Tang Zhiwei will only be proud of teaching such students at most.

Only some Sanyeji University or tutors who are so shallow that they can't even hold the title of professor will take graduation as a threat all day long, thinking about the research results of their students.

Lu Zhou didn't know whether there were such academic scumbags in institutions of higher learning like Jinda University, but one thing he was sure of was that Professor Tang was definitely not such a person.

With an experienced tutor to help as a staff advisor, the submission rate of his paper should be much higher, and in the selection of academic journals, I believe that Professor Tang can also give a lot of valuable suggestions.

Therefore, Lu Zhou planned to take his paper to Professor Tang for help after he passed the advanced mathematics test.

As for now, it is naturally a cramming.

After all, in addition to advanced mathematics, there is also a syllabus for modern history.

The most irritating thing is that this year is a closed book!

Lu Zhou has been unable to figure out, what is the use of learning this thing to himself?

Can I become a successor after I learn it?

But even if there are 10,000 complaints in my heart, I still have to learn what I should learn, and I still have to memorize it.

Anyway, that's two credits, and it has a huge impact on grade points.

In this way, Lu Zhou patiently sat in the empty bedroom, holding the textbook and nibbled hard.

The results are predictable.

Can't see it at all!

Sitting in the dormitory, Lu Zhou, who had memorized books all morning, felt dizzy, and threw the textbook on the table and gave up.

As soon as he was free, he wanted to fish. He stared at the ceiling of the bedroom for two minutes before Lu Zhou took out his phone.

Coincidentally, someone sent him a message, and he clicked on WeChat.

Chen Yushan: [Student brother, why didn't you come to the library today? I have a question that I don't know, can you teach me? 】

Chen Yushan: [Picture]

Lu Zhou thought about it, edited a message, and sent it.

[Back to modern times in the bedroom, wait a moment...]

Zooming in on the picture of the exercise, Lu Zhou glanced at it, put the phone aside, and sat up from the chair with a roar.

He took out a piece of scratch paper, picked up a pen and wrote and drew on it. In less than two minutes, he solved the problem.

Taking out his mobile phone, he took a photo and sent it over. Lu Zhou looked at the modern history lying on the side and expressed his heartfelt emotion.

Really interesting math!

Addicted to fishing and not wanting to endorse, Lu Zhou picked up his mobile phone and continued to browse the circle of friends.

Brushing and brushing, I happened to see my roommate posted one.

[Liu Rui: ah ah ah... I haven't reviewed it at all, it's so hard to get high numbers! I'm going to fail again T.T]

"..."

Lu Zhou felt that maybe he should block this guy's circle of friends, but after meditating dozens of times in his heart to be kind to others and to be harmonious with society, he finally gave this actor a thumbs up, and then quickly passed by.

One by one brushing the circle of friends, there is a feeling of reviewing the memorial.

Time passed without knowing it.

At this time, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and Shi Shang, who was sweating profusely, walked in with a basketball in his arms.

"Fell into the ditch?" Lu Zhou glanced at him.

"What a ditch, play ball! At the end of this month, after the English test, we have to play the class competition, and the monitor took us to the training camp." Shi Shang sat on the chair with a fart, and Shi Shang opened the mineral water bottle and poured his mouth with his head up. , took a deep breath and said, "His grandma, the center in the second class is so tall that he can be a telephone pole."

"Aren't you going to study?"

"What are you reviewing? I've seen it all the time, and it's just the same again. 90 points is unrealistic, 80 points are barely enough, 70 points are no pressure, if you want to get a high score, you have to see Lao Tang's mercy!" Shi Shang Fanning the wind with a textbook, he said, "Besides, math is not as important as basketball."

"Sports only have a few grade points..." Lu Zhou was unable to complain.

"Lu Zhou." Shi Shang looked at Lu Zhou seriously.

As soon as this guy looked at him seriously, Lu Zhou felt uncomfortable all over.

"What...?"

"Do you only have GPA in your life?" Shi Shang asked earnestly.

"……what else?"

"I'll ask you another way, do you long for a girl?" Shi Shang asked seriously.

"Okay……"

Lu Zhou felt that he was not hungry and thirsty to that extent, and from a rational point of view, with his own objective economic conditions, he believed that he could not afford the cost of love at all.

He is a person who is afraid of trouble, and also a person who does not like to cause trouble to others. Although he believes that he will become very rich in the future, richer than anyone else, but he does not want to delay other people's youth because of this.

Of course, he might just think so because he hasn't met someone who desperately wants to love.

Who will say better in the future?

"What is it? Lu Zhou, as a dormitory head, I have to teach you some life experience." Shi Shang hugged the back of the chair, sat upside down, and said earnestly, "Imagine, when You dribble into the free-throw line, you are facing two burly men, suddenly you make a three-step layup, get up and dunk... What will happen next?"

"I... can't dunk."

With Lu Zhou's height, it's no problem to jump up and touch the basket, but it's still too far from a dunk. If you really desperately push the ball up, I'm afraid it will be covered badly, right?

"Shooting, shooting is always going to happen! A three-pointer hits the bull's-eye." Shi Shang said, "Think about it again!"

Shooting will still be possible.

Lu Zhou thought about it and said, "Have the ball been scored?"

"Only these? Patterns! Sen Po!" Shi Shang patted his thigh, his tone getting more and more excited, "It's cheers! Think about those flying colored balls, think about those cheerleaders cheering you on, and think about those wearing super clothes. The long legs under the short skirt, they are shouting your name frantically, with the blush of a girl on their faces..."

"Stop, stop for a while!" Lu Zhou frowned, interrupting Shi Shang's fantasy, "Is there any girls in our class?"

Don't say that our class is gone.

Even the second class on the opposite side doesn't have it.

"..."

There was a dead silence in the bedroom.

In a sense, it is a genius to be able to talk to death in one sentence.

Shi Shang sighed, Wang Tian said, "I...you don't have a common language."

Lu Zhou sighed in his heart and said to each other.