Chapter 699: The Nobel Prize is just okay, Xu Qingzhou

Xishan No. 1 Courtyard.

Song Lulu was typing away, *ka-ka*, chatting with her roommates.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao were huddled together, looking at the news online.

Previously, Weibo had been down for about 10 minutes, but it finally returned to normal. Now, the popularity of the topic regarding Xu Qingzhou winning the Nobel Prize was still rising in a straight line.

"666~"

"Nobel Prize in Chemistry, Xu Shen is awesome!"

"Damn, isn't he a physicist? Why is it the Chemistry Prize?"

"Both are related; physics and chemistry are both fine, right."

"The most hardcore Nobel Prize since Tu Youyou! The US is trying to choke us? We're flipping the table directly!"

"No, am I the only one who remembers he used to be a mathematician?"

"The first Nobel Prize in Chemistry winner from the Xia Nation."

"And, Xu Shen counts as the first scientist in human scientific history to win both the Fields Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry."

"Almost forgot the big thing."

Xu Qingzhou seemed to have thought of something; he took out his phone, opened his Weibo, and began to edit a message.

"Starting again."

Song Yao looked at this guy's appearance and knew what Xu Qingzhou wanted to do.

On this side, Xu Qingzhou had already edited the Weibo post.

#Xu Qingzhou: Chemistry Prize? Seems it's just okay.

As soon as the Weibo post was sent out, all kinds of comments popped up in the comment section.

"Awesome!"

"The Nobel Prize is just okay, Xu Qingzhou."

"Xu Shen, from now on, whenever you act cool in front of me, I will praise you for acting cool well."

"God among gods."

"From now on, I'm going to put your photo at the head of my bed."

"This brother from the Shu region, please stay calm. I suspect you have other uses for hanging it by the window."

Looking at this comment, Xu Qingzhou's face turned dark. The prejudice in people's hearts is a Rongcheng.

And the person from the Shu region also replied: "It's impossible to hit, you're talking nonsense, I didn't..."

Xu Qingzhou: "..."

At the same time, in the villa area of Jingda.

Gu Zhizhong brought documents home and asked the woman sitting at the table knitting, "Is there still food?"

Ge Meng: "Didn't eat at the cafeteria?"

"Tired of eating there, I just miss your cooking."

"Then why come back so late."

"Doing a calculation, forgot the time," Gu Zhizhong said helplessly.

"I'll go use the meat broth to cook you a bowl of noodles."

Ge Meng stood up.

In the living room, Gu Zhizhong took out the calculation of the algebraic cluster of high-dimensional algebra from his bag. His student Su Kewei was doing this, so he had also studied it a little.

Ten-plus minutes passed.

Ge Meng brought the freshly cooked noodles to Gu Zhizhong. "Look at you, at your age, still acting like a young person all day, can't stay idle."

Other old professors are busy doing all kinds of projects, while their old Gu at home still insists on being on the front line; besides teaching undergraduates, he also insists on sitting in the Q&A room for a few hours every week.

However, she did understand.

Those projects need people to do them, but the cultivation of talent also needs people to do it.

It's quite good like this now, steady.

It was also at this time that Gu Zhizhong's phone, which he had placed on the table, rang. ===== CHAPTER 700 =====