After Junxin left Professor Dyson's office, the three of them still didn't come back to their senses, and they looked like they couldn't give up.

"Is he really just an undergraduate? How can there be such a strong undergraduate? Professor Dyson said absent-mindedly.

"As things stand, he's an exchange student in Princeton's sophomore math year, and there's nothing wrong with that. So he's really an undergraduate! Professor Witten said with a sigh.

"I feel that even if I am a postdoctoral fellow, I am afraid that the paper I write is not as powerful and profound as his, and at this moment, I kind of believe that God has possessed him." Even Jun Xin, who has always been taciturn, couldn't help but speak.

"Wait, I always feel like I've seen the name Junxin somewhere, and there won't be anything else we haven't dug up, right?" Dyson said suddenly.

"Junxin, Junxin, Junxin!" Horowitz fell into thought and suddenly said, "I think we have ignored the order of Chinese names, and the word Junxin is not Xinjun in the way we Westerners name it?" If the name Junxin is a little familiar, then what about the name Xinjun? Because he is a student of Professor Yau, Horowitz knows more about Chinese culture than Dyson and Witten, and he can't help but say.

"It's the quasi-crystalline article, damn it, how is that possible?" Dyson clapped his hands and shouted.

"Is that supplement in Nature?" Witten and Horowitz looked at each other and asked. Then the three of them looked at each other speechlessly, and the number of times they were speechless today added up to almost the number of speechlessness in the previous year.

"Mathematics, physics, and even chemistry, he can achieve so much in these three subjects, this is just..."Professor Witten no longer knows how to describe it.

"And he's only eighteen now, right?" Finally, Professor Dyson concluded. Then the three of them looked at each other again, and once again fell into a state of speechlessness.

Jun Xin, who left the gate of the Institute for Advanced Study, was too lazy for the three of them to say anything behind their backs, in fact, he was more worried about how to go back now. Professor Witten drove him here when he came, and when he left, he didn't have the means to get around.

After feeling a little contempt for Professor Witten in his heart, Junxin didn't bother to go back to the office where they were talking for help, and walked back with his hands behind his back.

When Junxin returned to school, he happened to meet Gu Mengxue and Chen Xiuli, who were looking for him all over the campus.

"Is there anything that senior sister is looking for me?" Junxin asked in surprise. After arriving at Princeton University, when they went to visit the Institute for Advanced Study together, they only met each other, and usually only Gu Mengxue looked for him, and it was the first time Chen Xiuli found him.

"Something." Chen Xiuli said indifferently, "I called back to report my work just now, and then the school asked me to find you and say that I have something to find you, so let you call back!" ”

"Did you say anything?"

"I just said that there was a USC professor looking for you, it should be an academic thing." Chen Xiuli is not a student of natural science, so she can only say in a big way, "By the way, the campus just now couldn't find you, where did you go?" ”

"Oh, Professor Witten and Professor Dyson came to me just now to discuss some academic issues, so I went to the Institute for Advanced Study. Professor Witten is a professor in the Department of Physics and has a high degree of attainment in high-energy particle physics and mathematical physics. Junxin explained.

"Oh!" Chen Xiuli didn't understand this, so she didn't say anything, just nodded lightly.

"How is the senior sister doing at the Wilson School of International Relations?" Junxin asked politely.

"It's good, the atmosphere there is very good, the discussion questions are intense, and many of the questions are very neutral, the teachers and classmates are very nice, and I have completely adapted to the atmosphere there." Speaking of this, Chen Xiuli's face also showed a smile, "It's just that the course is a bit too fast, and most of them are not in the textbook." ”

"The Wilson School of International Relations is the signboard of Princeton University, just as mathematics is the signboard of the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton.

"I will, okay, I won't bother you." After speaking, he nodded to Junxin and Gu Mengxue, turned around and left. She said that the course was a bit tight but it was really tight, and there wasn't much time to waste.

"How did Senior Sister find you?" Junxin asked curiously.

Gu Mengxue smiled and replied, "That's because she knows that if she wants to find you who is more homely, it is better to go through me faster." ”

"That's right." Junxin didn't delve into it, but instead asked, "Have you eaten dinner?" Really, it's three or four o'clock in the morning in China, and it's really drunk to call at this time. ”

"Maybe they know that it's daytime now, or maybe they know that the telephone lines at home and abroad are relatively smooth at this time!" Gu Mengxue shrugged her shoulders and said.

"Then call back first, and then go to dinner?"

"Hmm!"

Ten minutes later, Junxin knocked on the door of a professor's office in the Department of Mathematics, and after explaining the professor in a few words, he borrowed the phone in the office, and then quickly broadcast it.

It was still half an hour later, after countless transfers, that the phone was connected. During this period, Professor Jun Xinhe also discussed some issues related to transcendent numbers.

"Hey, I'm Junxin!"

"Oh, Xiaojun, I'm the Minister of the Propaganda Department, do you remember me?!"

"Why do you keep remembering to call me?" Of course Minister Bao remembers, or his counselor's father, can he forget?

"Haha, it's not that I'm looking for you, it's that the school has something to look for you!" Minister Bao said with a smile that for a student like Junxin, even if he is a senior member of the school management, he does not dare to neglect it in the slightest. And if he hadn't given his son orders to take laissez-faire against Junxin again and again, his son who came from that era would not have a good face for an intellectual like Junxin, especially who made trouble for him on the first day of school.

"What's the matter?" Jun Xin asked strangely, I just called the school in Toronto, Canada some time ago, and it has been less than a month apart, what can I do?

"The first thing I want to ask you is, is it true that Professor Max Cruz, a famous chemist and Nobel laureate in chemistry, recommended you to win the Nobel Prize?" Speaking of this, Minister Bao's tone trembled a little, which showed how nervous he was in his heart.

"Huh? How do you know? As far as I know, Professor Cruz said this in an interview with Canadian television, and when I asked, he said that he would indeed recommend me around March next year. Junxin indirectly admitted that there was indeed such a thing.

"Good, good!" Minister Bao took a deep breath, calmed down the waves, and then made a yes gesture to the staff waiting next to him, asking them to go out to work first.

He still got this matter through the internal relations of Xinhua News Agency, Xinhua News Agency has been getting this news for a while, but it has been verifying this matter, so Minister Bao got this news before the domestic news was released.

"Anything else?" Junxin didn't dwell on this matter, but continued to ask.

"There are also some national research institutes and universities that invite you to do academic visits and lectures, how do you deal with these?"

"This is a troublesome matter, or you fax these things to me first, and I will screen them first, what institutions are there!" Jun Xin pondered for a moment and said, "Or can you ask Professor Zhou to screen it for me first, and then I'll deal with it?" ”

"Professor Zhou also took a look, and he said that there is a letter that you need to deal with in person first!"

"Whose letter?" Junxin asked curiously.

"USC, Professor John Schwartz's letter, Professor Zhou said what kind of superstring theory he founded!"

"I see, fax me this letter first, it really needs to be handled by me myself immediately." Junxin nodded and said. If there are any scholars in the world who need to write to themselves about superstring theory, then Professors John Schwartz and Michael Green are the only two.

Because the two of them are the real founders of superstring theory.