Professor Anderson turned to the pretty secretary and said, "That's what I told them!

"Yes, sir. The female secretary replied in a panic and quickly closed the door.

"Alright, Yuemin, now we can get down to business. Anderson picked up a document from his desk, "You came to the United States to study, and you don't seem to have applied for a degree?"

"Yes, sir, I was sent by my motherland to learn knowledge, which is not so important in relation to a degree in knowledge. Zhong Yuemin shrugged.

Anderson was noncommittal, "It doesn't hurt to get a degree while learning knowledge, is it?"

"Of course!" Zhong Yuemin said: "You know that I have not been here for a long time, and many procedures are not clear, but I will seriously consider your suggestion and consult the administrative center." ”

"No, no, no, Yuemin, you misunderstood me, I mean you'd like to learn from me?" asked Anderson solemnly.

Zhong Yuemin pondered for a moment, "Apply for a bachelor's degree and accept your dissertation guidance?"

"No!" Anderson exclaimed, "You don't need to waste your time with those undergraduate idiots, you're a genius, you know?

"Wow, no one has ever complimented me so much, and I don't think I'm a genius. Zhong Yuemin is very cooperative, there is only one reason why Lao Mei is so desperate and praised, and that is that you are useful to him, "But I still thank you very much for your appreciation." ”

Anderson stood up and walked up to Zhong Yuemin, "Yuemin, come on, come to my lab, work with me, you will be Dr. Zhong in a few years!"

Zhong Yuemin guessed that your old boy didn't propose to his wife so seriously.

"Thank you very much for the invitation, but I don't have that much time, and I could be called back to my country at any time. ”

"Damn!" Anderson was so annoyed that he wanted to curse, but immediately realized that Zhong Yuemin was present and asked, "How long do you have?"

"Three years, maybe only two years!"

Anderson propped his chin and paced back and forth in the office, then suddenly stopped and asked, "Yuemin, can you write a paper on your thoughts on the future development of computers and the Internet?"

"Of course, I can write it. Zhong Yuemin didn't think it was a big problem.

"Okay, no matter how many years you can stay in the United States, as long as you write a thesis that meets the requirements, I will allow you to participate in the defense of the academic committee, and you can return to China at any time after that!"

Zhong Yuemin felt that Anderson had really made a huge determination, as far as he knew, the average doctor did not work as a cheap labor force for five or six years, and he did not want to graduate.

Zhong Yuemin hesitated, "I have a job in China, and I don't know if my employer will allow me to study for your PhD, so I need to write to ask." ”

"Yes, I can write an invitation letter for you if needed!" Anderson agreed, and finally asked, "Can your previous ideas be formed into a paper as soon as possible?"

"Of course, it is precisely because of your reminder that I am ready to write and publish this paper as soon as possible. ”

Anderson happily said, "Okay! I can introduce you to the editors of the journal, but can you show me the manuscript first?"

"No problem!" Zhong Yuemin got up, "I hope everything goes well, I can be your student!"

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"Min, are you crazy?!" Jane exclaimed after knowing that Zhong Yuemin had accepted Professor Anderson's invitation, "Anderson is the most famous demon king in the academy!The graduation rate of his students is less than 20!20 Do you know!?"

"Is it so exaggerated?" Zhong Yuemin is also a little stupid, with such a low graduation rate, Anderson is really ruthless!

"Yes! There's an Indian Ph.D. in Anderson's lab who hasn't graduated for ten years!" Jane nodded vigorously, "That senior brother's hair is gone!"

"Haha, I have to look at this guy when I go back!" Zhong Yuemin said: "Don't worry, Jane, I won't stay in the United States, if I can't read it, I'll pat my ass and leave!"

"Why don't you stay in the United States, as far as I know, China is still very backward, almost nothing!" Jane was a little puzzled, she felt that the United States was the best place in the world, and wouldn't it be everyone's choice to yearn for beauty?

Zhong Yuemin nodded, "Yes, Jane, my country is still very backward, but because of this, I want to go back and build her, so that she will one day be as beautiful as the United States!"

"Oh my God, that's a very difficult goal! You know there are a billion of you!" Jane was a little puzzled.

But Zhong Yuemin didn't want to convince her, he was thinking about how to write the paper that Professor Anderson requested, this paper was very important, in a sense, it was the ticket to whether he could actually enter Anderson's lab, if he couldn't write at the level that Anderson expected, Zhong Yuemin was 100% sure that Anderson would kick him away.

Seeing Zhong Yuemin immersed in reading, Jane had no choice but to shrug her shoulders and leave, during this time she was already very familiar with the concentration of this Chinese kid when he was studying, she felt that even if there was a shootout outside the door, as long as he didn't enter the house, he would not react.

For almost the whole day, Zhong Yuemin sat in the dormitory, and the window turned from bright to dim, and then the lights were bright.

"Oh my! Why don't you turn on the lights?" Zhong Yuemin's roommate, Johnn, a Californian guy, returned to the dormitory sweating profusely and turned on the lights.

Zhong Yuemin rubbed his eyes, "Going to train again?"

"Of course, I'm the main force of the school team!" Johnn said happily: "Min, you have to go out and see it sometimes, you don't know how hot the cheerleading girls are!"

Johnn gestured as he spoke, as if the hot beauty was right in front of him.

"Johnn, don't tempt me with those chubby beauties, I prefer to be thinner!" Zhong Yuemin joked.

"Oh my God! how can your taste be so unique!" Johnn was a little incredulous, "What's so good about those Chai He Girls? It's all bones to the touch!"

"Those fat girls are all greasy and fat to the touch!" Zhong Yuemin put the manuscript into the cabinet.

"But it feels good! It's soft, fleshy ······."

Zhong Yuemin looked at Johnn who was about to come out with saliva and suddenly felt a little sick to his stomach, "I'm hungry, it's not a restaurant!"

"I'm going to eat a barbecue, the greasy kind!"

"If you want to go, hurry up!" Zhong Yuemin put on his coat and urged.

Johnn hurriedly rushed to the closet, "Wait for me, I want to change my clothes!

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In the cafeteria, Zhong Yuemin was almost the only Asian face, and many boys who jumped out of the way would shout when they saw him, "Bruce Lee!"

"Don't hit me, don't hit me!" and a few black men made dodge movements, shouting exaggeratedly, as if Zhong Yuemin really wanted to hit him.

"Hey, get out of here!" Johnn angrily chased away the pesky who stood in front of the two.

Zhong Yuemin didn't react, Bruce Lee is the only Chinese who can name most Americans, and it is normal for these people in front of them to suddenly see him called Bruce Lee.

The appearance of Bruce Lee made Chinese kung fu popular in the United States, and almost every child will have a kung fu dream.

"Hey, do you like Chinese kung fu?" Zhong Yuemin asked.

The big old man in front of him said: "Of course!ah~" He screamed strangely as he spoke, and clapped his hands with his hands and made a starting gesture.

Zhong Yuemin raised his eyebrows, took off his coat to Anderson, and made a gesture to Da Lao Hei, "Come, let's have fun!"

"What? You're going to show me Chinese kung fu?"

"Aren't you interested?" Zhong Yuemin said, "Come on!"

When the people who were eating in the restaurant heard that someone was going to have a discussion, they gathered around, and those who could not be seen stood on the dining chairs and tables, and many people were holding plates and watching while eating.

Seeing that the elder Heiyu hesitated for a long time and did not attack, everyone urged and shouted and whistled.

The old man slowly rubbed against Zhong Yuemin timidly, and kept pursing his lips and swallowing saliva.

Zhong Yuemin was a little helpless, "Hey, buddy, it's almost dawn no matter how much you rub it!"

Da Lao Hei gritted his teeth and took two steps forward, and suddenly his emotions were a little broken, "I... I'm scared!"

"Don't be afraid, buddy, you're taller than me, stronger than me, what are you afraid of?"

"But in the Bruce Lee movies, people who are taller than him and pretend to be better than him, every time they beat people to the ground and can't get up, how painful it is!" Da Lao Hei is really a fan of Bruce Lee, and even the routines of kung fu movies are clear.

Zhong Yuemin had no choice but to pretend to be friendly and smile, "Don't worry, I will control the strength and won't hurt you." ”

"Really?"

"I promise!"

At this time, the onlookers began to coax again, and the old man's black face was also a little unbearable, so he mustered up his courage and punched Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin gave way to the opponent's offensive line, took the opponent's arm back, took a step forward, leaned against the mountain, and threw the big old black to the ground, but Zhong Yuemin kept his hand and pulled it when the opponent was about to land, and did not let the opponent fall too hard.

"Wow!" the audience boiled.

"I know! I know!" "Big Old Black fell to the ground and shouted before he got up, "Chinese know kung fu!"

"Are you still coming?" Zhong Yuemin beckoned to him again.

"No, no!"

The onlookers booed regretfully.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and prepared to eat.

Unexpectedly, a strong man stood out in the crowd, about the same height as Zhong Yuemin, but the size was twice as big, and his strong arms were thicker than the thighs of ordinary girls.

"I'll try!"

Johnn hurriedly leaned into Zhong Yuemin's ear, "He is on the school boxing team, and he can punch three hundred kilograms with one punch!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at his opponent, his muscles were strong, his neck was also thick, and his lower limbs were not weak, and he had obviously undergone systematic strength training.

The other party issued a challenge, if Zhong Yuemin withdrew, then tomorrow the school would spread that he was a coward.

"Come on, Chinese boy, come and see my strength!" shouted the other man with his fist raised, not yet able to demonstrate to the onlookers.

The excitement of "oh oh oh ......" is the favorite of young people, and the onlookers are very face-saving in response.

Zhong Yuemin walked into the station circle and analyzed the other party's weaknesses intently.

The opponent is obviously an impatient, and the quick step is a jab, followed by a left hook.

Zhong Yuemin saw that the other party was menacing, so he had to retreat sharply and avoid the opponent's attack.

When the other party saw Zhong Yuemin retreating, he was a little proud, and punched continuously, wanting to knock Zhong Yuemin down directly.

Zhong Yuemin quickly turned to the opponent's side, his feet continued to beat, and when the opponent turned around, he quickly punched, and the opponent dodged, Zhong Yuemin kicked the opponent's chest twice, and fell to the ground when the opponent did not react.

The onlookers were in an uproar, and the battle ended so quickly that many people didn't see it clearly.

The big old black who had lost the fight before and stood aside exclaimed: "Bruce Lee! This is Bruce Lee's kung fu!"

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"Wow! Min, you're so cool!" After the competition ended for a long time, Johnn was still immersed in the atmosphere of amazement, "Is every Chinese able to do kung fu?"

"Yes, every Chinese will learn kung fu since childhood, and everyone is a master of kung fu, whether they are men, women, or children!" Zhong Yuemin ran the train with his mouth full, "We have a warning over there, don't provoke children, women, the elderly, and the disabled." ”

"Why? because of humanity?" Johnn wondered.

"No, because these people may be hidden super masters!"

"Wow! That's amazing!" Johnn exclaimed, "I must go to China and see what a country where everyone knows kung fu is like!"

"Don't worry, there's a chance. Zhong Yuemin said: "Do you eat barbecue at night?"

"Eat barbecue! I'm in for a treat!" Johnn hurriedly said, "You are a kung fu master, I must invite you to dinner!"

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"Bang ······"

"Please come in. ”

"Professor, Zhong Yuemin is here. ”

"Let him in!"

Zhong Yuemin entered the door, "Professor, good morning." ”

"Good morning, Kung Fu boy!" Professor Anderson greeted him with a smile, "As soon as I came to the office in the morning, everyone came to the school with Bruce Lee, and I knew it was you as soon as I guessed!"

"Professor, you've won the prize! I'm just idle and bored. Zhong Yuemin said modestly.

"But I don't think the girls at school think so!" Professor Anderson joked, "Come on, Yuemin, did you come to me for something about your dissertation?"

"Yes, Professor, this is the first draft I wrote yesterday and would like to hear your revisions. Zhong Yuemin took out the manuscript.

"Oh, you wrote it so quickly?" said Professor Anderson, surprised, and quickly took the manuscript and put on his glasses to read it carefully.

Seven or eight pages of handwritten paper, Professor Anderson read it for an hour, reading almost word by word.

Zhong Yuemin has been waiting quietly, and he is also thinking about how to make further modifications.

"Jesus, I'm right, you're a genius, you've got eyes for the future!" Professor Anderson almost yelled, putting down his manuscript.

"Professor, do you think there's anything that needs to be changed?"

"No!" Professor Anderson said, "Except for some sentences that do not conform to English conventions, everything else is perfect! You are Chinese, and the imperfection of the written expression is harmless!"

"Can I publish this article?"

"Of course you can!" replied Professor Anderson, who suddenly repented, "No, there's a top conference in New York next month, and you're going to give a presentation there!