It was noon the next day when Zhu Zhengqing woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw a strange roof lamp, a strange bedding, and a strange room.

With a swipe, he sat up from the bed, then reached out to cover his head, and took a deep breath.

After a while, the stinging pain in his brain subsided, he took a breath, and recalled carefully, the events that happened last night reappeared in his mind scene by scene.

He pursed the corners of his lips, and his expression was a little complicated, with joy, sadness, and don't know if he regretted it... Even his right hand, which was resting on the quilt, tightened unconsciously.

At this moment, Meng Zezhi pushed open the door and entered: "Are you awake?"

Zhu Zhengqing turned around abruptly and looked over, the complicated emotions in his heart were only joy.

"This is my home." Meng Zezhi walked over.

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes flashed slightly.

"Last night..." Meng Zezhi paused and said, "You were drunk, and then went straight to sleep. I don't know where you live, but my guest room happened to be empty, so I brought you back."

"Well." Zhu Zhengqing let go of his clenched right hand, touched the comfortable and soft fabric under his hand, and suddenly felt warm all over his body.

Meng Zezhi put the paper bag in his hand on the bedside and said, "This is a change of clothes. I bought it according to the size of your coat."

Hearing what he said, Zhu Zhengqing could smell the strong smell of wine and sweat on his body. His ears were slightly red, avoiding Meng Zezhi's gaze and saying, "Thank you!"

Meng Zezhi frowned slightly and said tentatively, "This is what I should do."

He couldn't be sure whether Zhu Zhengqing was outspoken or impulsive last night to make such a statement.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help curving the corners of his lips, what should he do, Meng Ze knew that he had clearly assumed the role of a boyfriend.

Boy friend

The tip of Zhu Zhengqing's tongue trembled slightly, and he hummed softly, "Well."

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi only felt that his heart turned into a pool of water, and the smile in his eyes went straight to the bottom of his heart. Since Zhu Zhengqing was willing to treat him with all his heart, he naturally couldn't let him worry too much.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi turned and sat on the bed, the mattress sank slightly, he turned to look at Zhu Zhengqing: "About my AIDS"

Zhu Zhengqing's throat tightened, and his good mood disappeared instantly.

Meng Zezhi said slowly: "You don't have to worry too much, do you know why I am a math researcher, why am I so focused on the biology laboratory!"

Zhu Zhengqing shook his head.

"Because I knew that I was infected with HIV, I wanted to develop a special drug for the treatment of AIDS."

AIDS, special drugs?

Zhu Zhengqing was stunned.

After the shock, he came back to his senses, and always felt that the tongue was not his own. He said, "Then, how is the research?"

"The end has already begun." Meng Zezhi thought for a while, and said, "I'm still 80% sure."

Zhu Zhengqing's mood became more and more complicated, and the sadness in his heart all turned into surprise and joy.

He didn't think Meng Zezhi was lying to him, because it was unnecessary.

Willows and Flowers is nothing more than that.

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes flickered slightly, and he finally calmed down the excitement in his heart.

"Okay." After all he had to say, Meng Zezhi stood up: "You wash up first, I'll cook dinner, and go to school together later."

"Okay." Zhu Zhengqing felt relieved.

When Meng Zezhi left the room, Zhu Zhengqing lifted the quilt and got out of bed, carrying the paper bag into the bathroom.

After taking a hearty hot bath, Zhu Zhengqing took the clothes in the paper bag and put them on one by one. Just as he was about to open the bathroom door, he suddenly thought of a question.

According to Meng Zezhi, the clothes were bought according to the size of the coat he wore before, so what about the underwear?

Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help thinking about it, and then blushed.

After dawdling for a while, Zhu Zhengqing finally finished sorting, he opened the door and walked out.

In the living room, Meng Zezhi was watching TV, and a steaming meal was already set on the table.

"Ghost director Jiang Qiyang has returned with "Titanic", which has been released for three weeks, reaped 800 million US dollars, and created a global box office myth..."

Meng Zezhi grabbed the remote control and pressed the power button without hesitation.

He turned to look at Zhu Zhengqing and stood up: "Let's eat."

"Because I don't know what you like to eat, I just made a few dishes." Meng Zezhi served Zhu Zhengqing a bowl of pumpkin porridge: "I didn't eat in the morning, so have some porridge first."

"Well." Zhu Zhengqing replied happily.

Meng Zezhi, who has been single for more than 70 years, has nothing to say about his craftsmanship. The braised pork with bamboo shoots is fat but not greasy, the braised fish is delicious and fragrant, and a crisp and delicious fried fungus with corn is added. There were not many dishes, but Zhu Zhengqing felt that this was the most comfortable meal he had eaten since he returned to China.

After filling their stomachs and resting for a while, the two drove to Jingcheng University.

Because Zhu Zhengqing had a class in the afternoon, Meng Zezhi could only go to the laboratory alone.

Send the medicine into the drying box and set the time. Taking advantage of his free time, Meng Zezhi turned on the computer on his desk and found that his mailbox had been bombarded indiscriminately.

He manipulated the mouse to pull down, and the earliest email came from Pete, editor of the Annals of Mathematics, informing him that his paper had passed editorial review and was in the peer review stage, and considering the particularity of the paper, they arranged ten reviewer.

The other 30-odd emails came from these ten colleagues. Of course, they were here to find faults.

Meng Zezhi took a deep breath, cheered up, and opened the first email.

Meng Ze was tired of dealing with all kinds of tricky problems here, and the news that Goldbach's conjecture was proved finally came out.

"I have a student who is studying for a Ph.D. at Cambridge University. His girlfriend is also a student at Cambridge University, and he is under the tutelage of Professor Baker. According to her, Professor Baker received an invitation to review the "Mathematics Annual" four days ago. He is currently in charge of The part has been reviewed for more than half, and no problems have been found for the time being." Professor He said.

"It is said that the author of the paper has used four methods to prove Goldbach's conjecture. This is probably the gap between people." The relatively young Professor Song made no secret of his envy and admiration.

"I still don't know who proved Goldbach's conjecture?"

"Probably the other party is relatively low-key, or it is a newcomer. According to my student, even Professor Baker doesn't know who the author of the paper is."

Although "Annuals of Mathematics" implements a double-blind review system during the peer review stage, that is to say, the authors and reviewers do not know each other's identities, but everything is not absolute.

As a result, there are only a few big cows in the field of number theory, and even fewer can serve as reviewers. Second, the four top mathematics journals publish more than a dozen articles a year, and one of them can count the number theory with a single slap, and most of these people are excellent researchers in the industry.

Generally speaking, reviewers can determine the author of the paper through the research direction of the paper and the choice of words and sentences.

The predecessor has never submitted a manuscript to these four top mathematics journals, which is why Meng Zezhi's vest can cover up to now.

As if remembering something, Professor He smiled and said, "Once it is confirmed that Goldbach's conjecture has been successfully proved, I don't know how many people will hate this author because the project was cut off."

After all, he is not alone in studying Goldbach's conjecture.

Dean Fu didn't take it seriously. In the mathematics department, only Meng Zezhi studied Goldbach's conjecture. He didn't think about how good it would be if the person who proved Goldbach's conjecture was Meng Zezhi.It's already abolished. Second, the other party has been staying in the biology laboratory for most of the semester, and even the project at hand has been stopped. How can it be possible to produce results.

It is not bad to be able to take this opportunity to cut down the projects in Meng Zezhi's hands in a fair and honest manner, and stop the losses in time.

Dean Fu thought.

At the same time, Meng Zezhi received an invitation.