Li Mingzhe swallowed his saliva and lowered his head slightly.
Eyelashes covered the shadow, blocking the nervous look in the eyes.
Quite a bit embarrassed: "Forget it, thank you professors for your kindness, even if Academician Li borrowed my paper, it's nothing."
"To be honest, I'm quite happy. It's enough to help Academician Li prove the four-color problem."
"I don't really care if it is marked or not. Now I am very happy to be able to work and study with everyone in the Institute of Mathematics."
A passage was so heartfelt that a group of old scholars in the office felt sorry for Li Mingzhe's generosity, and began to feel sorry for him.
"You kid is just too soft-hearted." The grizzled old professor sighed.
"It's not a matter of caring or not."
"The imm journal is a ceiling that many people will never be able to reach in their lifetime. For other journals, a label may not be really important, but for imm, it is an opportunity to show your face."
A group of people couldn't argue with Li Mingzhe.
At this time, Leng Pingsheng heard the debate inside and also walked in.
These days, Leng Pingsheng has completely kept a low profile in the Institute of Mathematics, and the algorithm of the hypersonic vehicle was stopped by the Institute.
People also stopped thinking about selecting academicians.
It has become a bit Buddhist.
"What's going on?" Leng Pingsheng knocked on the door twice, frowning slightly.
Zhu Gan explained the matter completely.
Leng Pingsheng listened expressionlessly, then glanced at Li Mingzhe again, and made a final decision before Li Mingzhe could speak.
"Anyway, let's talk to Dean He about this first."
Li Mingzhe took a slow breath, and could only suppress the anxiety in his heart.
***
He Huazhang was still thinking about how to persuade Li Yun to hold a press conference when someone knocked on the office door.
"Come in." He Huazhang glanced at the office door, slightly stunned, "Why are you all here?"
"Dean He." Leng Pingsheng walked in, followed by a group of people, "I have something to report to you."
He Huazhang pointed to the sofa chair and motioned them to sit down.
Then he also stood up, walked to the other side of the sofa chair, sat down, "What is it, so anxious."
Leng Pingsheng put the two paper papers in his hand on the coffee table, and some of them were circled with a highlighter, "Look at these two papers first."
He Huazhang glanced at Leng Pingsheng sideways, picked it up and looked at it without saying anything.
For a moment, He Huazhang's jaw was slightly retracted, his eyes were raised sharply, and he pointed to one of the papers, "Who wrote this?"
Li Mingzhe was in a state of confusion, avoiding He Huazhang's gaze, and raised his hand, "I wrote it."
He Huazhang stared at Li Mingzhe twice, chuckled suddenly, threw Li Mingzhe's thesis on the coffee table, and said coldly: "So, are you here to find me?"
Leng Pingsheng always felt that He Huazhang's attitude was a little strange, but he didn't care too much.
Explained the purpose of coming, "The proof process of a large section is exactly the same, it is almost impossible."
He Huazhang nodded, without much emotional fluctuation on his face, his expression was light, "So?"
"It should be that Academician Li borrowed Li Mingzhe's paper." Leng Pingsheng said seriously, "We think Academician Li's paper can be quoted from Li Mingzhe's paper."
He Huazhang's voice was indifferent, "Why can't Li Mingzhe plagiarize Academician Li's achievements?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com