Chapter 636: The legendary eating of soft rice hard

"..."

Kong Xianbo drank another cup silently. Damn, this guy is already a professor, and he's still the same as before.

"It has to be Brother Zhou," Zhai Ziqiang couldn't help but say.

"I knew it, in the line of showing off, I still have to learn," Xu Zhengyang nodded from the side.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on, the brothers haven't eaten together for several months."

Kong Xianbo raised his glass.

The four people clinked glasses.

"Damn, Old Xu has started eating, come on, come on, use your chopsticks, I'm starving."

"I only gnawed on a piece of bread at noon!"

After taking a sip, everyone focused their attention on the meat in the copper pot.

"Old Kong, you haven't appeared in the group for half a month, you weren't caught while getting a foot massage, were you?" After eating a few bites, Xu Zhengyang's gaze looked at Kong Xianbo.

Haven't seen him for a few months, this guy has lost a lot of weight, but his eyes are still shining brightly.

"Get out, get out, get out."

Kong Xianbo rolled his eyes. "Writing a thesis, I got an SCI out during this time, and just submitted it a few days ago."

Zhai Ziqiang stabilized his hand; he saw that Kong Xianbo's expression was a bit wrong.

"Oh? Awesome, what did you submit to?"

Xu Zhengyang asked curiously.

The thesis is one of the important standards for postgraduate academic level; in fantasy novels, it is equivalent to the proof of fighting spirit release intensity.

"The impact factor isn't particularly high."

Kong Xianbo smiled modestly.

Xu Qingzhou took a sip of wine. Looking at Kong Xianbo like this, he always felt that the other party wasn't holding back any good farts. Opposite, Kong Xianbo then added four words very shyly and embarrassedly: "Acta Mathematica."

"..."

"Damn, you showed off a big one."

Xu Zhengyang's face turned black.

Zhai Ziqiang looked at Xu Zhengyang, his tone full of emotion: "Brother Yang, after so many years, you haven't changed much."

"Yeah, Old Xu, you're still as supportive as ever."

Kong Xianbo raised his glass to Xu Zhengyang.

"What about Old Xu, he hasn't popped up in the group, busy having kids?"

"Damn, you guys found out?!"

Xu Zhengyang's expression was shocked.

"..."

The three people, Xu Qingzhou, froze, looking at him quietly.

"No, you guys actually believed it, am I that kind of person!"

"Yes."

Zhai Ziqiang and Xu Zhengyang were standard. After a year and a half of practice, they had already participated in many projects, acting as nuclear-powered cattle and horses according to the mentor's arrangements.

Mix through the second year of graduate school first, and then consider reading for a doctorate in the third year.

Kong Xianbo asked: "Old Xu, what's the situation on your side? I just went into seclusion for half a month, and you took off?"

"Just achieved a little small success."

Xu Qingzhou took a sip of wine and said: "Continue to push forward in the battery field, and next I plan to invest some money to get the head project of controllable nuclear fusion started."

"Controllable nuclear fusion, huh."

Xu Zhengyang and the others were suddenly a bit dazed.

How to say it, although they had always heard of this thing, it was basically in textbooks or on the internet, or rather, this thing was too mysterious, and subconsciously everyone felt it was very far away.

"This must cost a lot of money." Xu Zhengyang touched his chin and said.

"Not much, not much, currently it's only seven or eight hundred million."

Xu Qingzhou said with a smile, and also raised his glass to clink with this guy.

Old Xu, give me face.

"..."

"Brother Yang, I toast you."

"Old Xu, I also toast you."

Zhai Ziqiang and Kong Xianbo also raised their glasses. This guy really hasn't changed; we can show off, and you have half the credit.

When everyone gathers together, the conversation is nothing more than the usual—classmates, teachers, projects—and after getting a little tipsy, they vent their frustrations and complain about the bizarre things they've encountered.