Chapter 102: I Want to Be a Writer
Dean Zhou listened to Hu Yiting's words and couldn't help laughing.
"High school? With your current level of knowledge, what high school can teach you? I think you should still try your best to go to graduate school and get in touch with the world's most cutting-edge scientific knowledge as soon as possible, which will be beneficial to your future development. β
But Hu Yiting has his own considerations, with his advanced knowledge structure, whether he is in high school or graduate school, he can't learn anything, so the most attractive thing for him is freedom, so he has enough energy to devote himself to his career.
Where can he be given freedom? High school and college, of course.
The study of science and engineering graduate students is very lonely and arduous, because a doctoral supervisor will bring so many three or four students, and academicians will bring fewer students, generally only one or two, like Xia Lao, who is devoted to teaching and research, may bring six students so much, and her old man is also because of her age, her body and energy can no longer continue to fight on the front line of scientific research, otherwise it is impossible to make trouble for herself to bring six!
Moreover, the more responsible a mentor is, the more he will attach importance to you, value you, and train you! The more he will firmly keep an eye on your schedule 24 hours a day, give you a bunch of endless topics, and give you endless practical work, eager to rapidly improve your theoretical level and practical experience overnight. At that time, what kind of free time will I talk about? It would be nice not to die of exhaustion.
If you don't do the project at that time, run out to "not do your job", or even show disdain for the academic level of the tutor, it will undoubtedly make the tutor sad and angry, and won't it hurt the tutor's heart? It will also make your reputation in the academic world stink.
"I still hope to go to high school, take the liberal arts in the future, and become a writer. β
Dean Zhou almost fainted when he heard this! He hurriedly said: "Confused! Absolutely not! You are taking the liberal arts exam? Become a writer? What are you kidding! You should quickly dispel this idea for me!"
"But I really don't think science is interesting. Hu Yiting continued to challenge Dean Zhou's bottom line.
Dean Zhou was really anxious, his gray eyebrows were wrinkled, and he stood up obviously a little angrily: "Okay! I won't force you! You make up your own mind! Aren't you just graduating from junior high school now? The next thing is to think about it slowly, you think carefully about which path is most suitable for you, you are an extremely smart child, you will definitely be able to figure out this problem!"
After speaking, Dean Zhou looked at the secretary behind him, who had been standing quietly against the wall at the door of the ward, and then immediately came forward with interest, took out an envelope from the black leather bag in his hand and handed it to Hu Yiting: "This is the 1,000 yuan condolence money that Dean Zhou specially instructed to approve for you, I hope you will recuperate well." During the summer vacation, the Chinese Academy of Sciences has a recuperation plan, you can choose one of the recuperation bases in Sanya, Lushan, and Beidaihe, and you can also bring your family members to go there. β
Hu Yiting hurriedly got up and took the envelope, his heart was worried, and he peeked over, and saw that Dean Zhou's face was still a little unhappy.
But Dean Zhou was a senior leader after all, and he quickly recovered his expression of joy and anger: "Hu Yiting, rest in peace, I'm leaving, you remember what I said, think about it." β
Hu Yiting hurriedly followed Dean Zhou and sent his old man out of the ward.
Dean Zhou walked out of the hospital, shook his head as he walked, and said to the secretary: "What do you think about these children now? Miao Zi, a scientist who meets once in a century, and a great mathematician in the future, want to be a writer? Isn't this crazy?"
The secretary on the side said helplessly: "A child is a child after all, he has dreams and impulses, but he is not mature, he has never seen the market, and his experience is shallow." β
Dean Zhou agreed with the secretary's point of view: "Yes, I just haven't seen the world! When I was as old as him, I also admired a writer like Lu Xun, but later when I went to high school, I learned that China has been weak for a hundred years, and what it needs most is scientific and technological talents.
The secretary said, "I want to wait for him to be older, and he will know what he is best suited for." β
At this time, I had arrived at the back door of the hospital, a black Audi was already waiting here, the driver opened the door, Dean Zhou got into the back of the car, and the car started to leave.
At this time, Dean Zhou said to the secretary sitting in front of him: "I think we still have to help Hu Yiting, I can't watch such a good seedling appear confused and shake his pursuit of science." β
The secretary leaned back and asked, "Dean Zhou, what do you mean?"
Dean Zhou thought for a moment: "Xiao Li, you can arrange it, next Thursday at the regular meeting of the State Council, I will take Hu Yiting to meet the premier." β
Secretary Li was a little surprised, and then understood what Dean Zhou meant: "Dean, you are really hardworking. β
After speaking, he opened his purse, took out the notebook that recorded the schedule, and wrote the three words Hu Yiting on the schedule for next Thursday. β
Of course, Secretary Li knows that Academician Zhou Guangzhao, as president of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, goes to the State Council every Thursday to attend regular meetings to report to the premier or vice premier on duty the progress of the country's science and technology projects in the past week, as well as international science and technology trends, and to report and answer in detail the questions raised by the premier last week in science and technology.
This regular meeting has not been thunderous since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and sometimes the meeting will also introduce some scientific and technological talents to the prime minister, such as scholars who have returned from overseas studies to serve the motherland, or talents with outstanding scientific research achievements in China. The Prime Minister's reception is a very high honor and is very helpful in strengthening the centripetal force of the scientific and technological contingent.
What Secretary Li never expected was that a young genius like Hu Yiting could also enjoy this honor.
Dean Zhou asked a little proudly: "Xiao Li, do you think Hu Yiting will want to change his career to become a writer after being received by the prime minister?"
Secretary Li smiled brightly: "Definitely not, the prime minister only recognizes the mathematical genius Hu Yiting, not the unknown writer Hu Yiting." Dean Zhou, you really love this child. β
Dean Zhou smiled comfortably and leaned back on the back seat to close his eyes and recuperate.
After Dean Zhou left, Wang Lili and Cao Yunuan, who were waiting at the door, quickly rushed into the ward.
Wang Lili was surprised and regretted: "Hu Yiting, you are crazy! You can enter the Chinese Academy of Sciences for graduate studies! Moreover, it is an invitation from the president of the Chinese Academy of Sciences himself, what an honor! How can you talk nonsense? Do you really want to be a writer?"
Cao Yunuan knew that Hu Yiting had rejected Xia Lao's invitation to let him stay in the hospital for graduate school, so he was not as surprised as Wang Lili, but he still couldn't help asking: "Hu Yiting, you really want to go to high school so much, do you really want to be a writer?"
Hu Yiting leaned on the head of the bed and closed his eyes and did not answer, thinking to himself: "If you want to indulge in the past, if you want to refuse first, in order to make me change my mind, will Dean Zhou really let me see the prime minister? He mentioned it before, asking me to tell the prime minister in person what the PoincarΓ© conjecture was all about, and if I toss like this again, he will definitely let me be in the limelight, right? And will he see through my scheme? I am so young, he will not think that I can have such a city?...... right?"
When Hu Yiting thought of this, he felt sorry in his heart, and felt that he was a little unkind to play a conspiracy with the enthusiastic Dean Zhou, but since he had already made a plan and put it into practice, he could not regret it.
"Anyway, the worst result is nothing more than Dean Zhou ignoring me, then I have nothing to lose, Jiang Taigong fishes the bait, and the game is calm......"
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