Chapter 77: As prolific as a sow!

Teacher, I don't know if you've been free lately; if you are, could you please take a look at this paper for me?

Before he knew it, most of the vacation had passed; if one were to say that when Wang Qiang first received Li Mingyang's phone call, his heart was filled with genuine delight.

After all, this is his own disciple, yet his disciple keeps producing papers that could be published in top international journals one after another.

Which teacher wouldn't be happy to have such a disciple? Haven't you seen Laoli over there, his eyes practically turning red every time he sees him?

If the earlier talk about poaching students was just Laoli joking, at most he'd only have had a passing thought about it.

But as time passed and Li Mingyang sent over paper after paper, Wang Qiang could clearly see that Laoli had genuinely developed such intentions.

However, by now Wang Qiang really feels like giving half of his little disciple to Li Zhenfu, not for any other reason than that this little disciple's energy is simply too abundant.

For others, publishing one paper a year is already considered efficient; just look at this little disciple of mine…

On average, less than a week goes by before he sends over a paper, although some of those papers do contain a bit of filler.

But at least they are up to the standard of international top-tier journals; even as his teacher, he cannot casually ignore them.

And as for writing filler papers… well, they actually do that quite often.

After all, whether teaching at a school or working at a unit, there seem to be some rigid requirements and tasks regarding this.

Sometimes when there's no good inspiration or they're simply too busy, they'll just casually write two papers and publish them, counting it as fulfilling the task.

I just don't know if this is karmic retribution for my own past filler papers, but this young disciple of mine has somehow picked up this bad habit…

Now it's gotten to the point that this old man, who clearly still has his own work, has to frequently carve out time to work overtime just to edit Li Mingyang's papers.

Although Li Mingyang's progress is plain to see, and each time he sends over a paper there are fewer and fewer places that need editing.

But Li Mingyang's output is simply prolific like a sow, sending over paper after paper, which really leaves the old man feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

He has even started thinking, why not just hand all these papers over to Li Zhenfu to handle?

That old guy isn't just dead set on poaching my disciple, after all; anyway, this little disciple of mine shows considerable talent in the battery field.

After all, in such a short time he's been producing paper after paper, and they're of such high quality.

Even though Wang Qiang hasn't studied this area, he can easily draw conclusions from these papers.

Li Mingyang has definitely made a major technological breakthrough in the battery field, and he may even already have a prototype—a battery that far surpasses the technology of this era!

With such talent, if there weren't a good teacher to guide him, it would truly be a shame.

Besides, this kid seems to have enough energy; if Li Mingyang himself is willing in this regard, Wang Qiang wouldn't mind so much giving half of his disciple to Li Zhenfu.

After all, any field counts as contributing to the nation, and the aircraft field actually shares a common opening with the battery field.

Mastering the battery field likewise enables one to make a certain contribution to the development of aircraft.

Although the old master has been thinking a lot, his hands are still not slow at all.

Originally, the old master hadn't cared much about publishing papers in recent years, given his current status, there's no longer that much need for it.

He's busy with many important matters each day and can't keep up; who has the leisure to publish these boring papers?

So regarding publishing papers, editing papers, and such, the old master is actually a bit rusty, which is just because he's accumulated too much experience before.

Thus, when the old master edits Li Mingyang's paper, he feels no pressure; it's just as easy as riding a familiar bike.

But in just a little over a month, thanks to Li Mingyang's efforts, the old master has stubbornly picked up this profession again.

Such high efficiency and practiced movements truly make one feel an inexplicable ache…

……

"Teacher, I have a paper here; do you have time to help the student proofread it?"

Just as Wang Qiang had finished dealing with Li Mingyang's paper, the door to his office was knocked again, and it was his own student who came in.

He is considered one of the less bright students, now about to finish his doctorate, yet he hasn't achieved much in research.

Fortunately, he is down-to-earth and capable; the tasks I assign him are always completed solidly, never cutting corners.

Even if he doesn't fully understand or finds a task difficult, he will try his best to complete it; overall, Wang Qiang is still fairly satisfied with this student.

However, one fears comparison; Wang Qiang had just finished looking at Li Mingyang's little disciple's paper, each of which is at the level publishable in international top journals.

Even those without too much filler can occupy the main sections.

Then look at the paper this student handed over… all in all, it's not bad.

If properly edited and familiarized, publishing a second issue in a top journal shouldn't be particularly difficult, if it were back then.

The old master would probably still show a satisfied smile, but now that Li Mingyang Yuzhu is before him, looking at this paper makes it seem less satisfying.

However, the old master is fortunate to have a clear sense of things and won't arbitrarily take out his anger on his student; after all, he knows exactly what level his student is at.

But when looking at this paper he still couldn't help but darken his face a bit—these students of mine!

They really are a major blemish in my educational career! One or two of them have no ideas at all—are they trying to shake my standing in academia?

Regarding the old master's dark face, the junior brother who just came in naturally saw it, but since the old master is always stern and didn't explicitly say anything, the other didn't dare to ask further.

He could only stand aside, trembling with anxiety, quietly waiting for the old master to edit his paper.

To say nothing of how nervous he was, fearing that the next second would bring a torrent of scolding, given that the teacher's standards have always been strict.

And he himself is clear about his level; among his fellow senior brothers he's not outstanding, so failing to satisfy the teacher is quite normal.

If the teacher were in a good mood it would be fine, but today his luck is just not good; the teacher doesn't look very pleased.