Chapter 1843 - 1844: A Small Request

Ping Lang let out a sigh of relief.

It's not that he worships foreign things blindly; it's just that domestic journals have been ruined by some parasites and become a complete mess. Another

point is, at present, in basic mathematics, there is indeed a huge gap between our country and abroad. This is a fact we have to

have the courage to acknowledge.

Classmate Lin Xian, you'd better carefully revise this paper again, make it as detailed as possible, and fill in

some of the steps you've omitted.

Zhang Jun paused, then continued: "Also, I have a small request, and I hope classmate Lin Xian can

agree to it."

What request?

Lin Xian frowned slightly and asked in puzzlement.

Zhang Jun scratched his head with an awkward smile: "Can we delay the publication of the paper by a day or two?"

Delay it by a day or two?

Lin Xian was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what he meant.

Even though he's the dean of the applied math department, after all, this is a cross‑department transfer, so the procedures take time.

What he means is, after a day or two, once the transfer procedures are completed, Lin Xian can then publish the paper. This kind of thing, for him,

doesn't even count as lifting a finger, and more importantly, he can do Zhang Jun a favor. So Lin Xian didn't hesitate

and smiled: "I thought it was something serious. I just happen to need a day or two to revise the paper. Even if Dean

Zhang hadn't said anything, I wouldn't publish it immediately anyway. Tsk tsk, listen to how nicely that's put."

Zhang Jun heard this and felt extremely comfortable inside.

In fact, everyone knew what was going on without saying it, but with Lin Xian phrasing it this way, it was equivalent to giving Zhang Jun a way to save face. A sedan chair goes farther when people carry it together.

I still have something to take care of, so I'll go get busy first. Old Dai, keep a closer eye on things these couple of days and help check classmate Lin Xian's

paper more thoroughly." After giving this instruction, Zhang Jun hurried off.

Watching Zhang Jun's receding back, Dai Pingbo patted his shoulder, his face full of excitement: "Come on, let's revise the paper and try to get it

through review in one go."

The reason for Dai Pingbo's excitement was very simple. Since the founding of the country, domestic scholars have only published 28 papers

in top international mathematics journals.

Of those, papers completed and published entirely within the Heavenly Dynasty number only a pitiful ten.

So far, no one from our country has ever published a paper in the international edition of Acta Mathematica. No exaggeration, no trash talk: anyone in our country who can independently publish a paper in one of the four top international mathematics journals is absolutely worth bragging about. Now,

Dai Pingbo was going to personally supervise a paper that was about to be published in Acta Mathematica—how could he not be excited?

The international edition of Acta Mathematica has very strict reviewing standards, especially for papers on conjecture proofs. Because they have to be translated

into English, in many cases,

even incorrect word usage can become grounds for rejection and revision.

The actual revision of the paper was very simple. Lin Xian's grasp of the entire argument was crystal clear. The only role

Dai Pingbo played was to offer some suggestions on the paper's formatting, so that it looked more standardized and

flowed more smoothly.

In less than an hour, Lin Xian had finished revising the paper. Next, they would translate it into English and

submit it.

Lin Xian's English was decent, but only just decent. There were still many technical terms he had to look up in the dictionary, which

was rather troublesome. If he had to write it all himself, without a day or two, he really wouldn't be able to manage.

But with full support from Dean Zhang and Old Dai, things became much easier. With one phone call, Old Dai directly got

a lecturer from the foreign languages department to come help with the translation. With that, their efficiency increased severalfold. Time

slipped by unnoticed, and it wasn't until seven in the evening

that the paper was finally done!

Stretching his back, Lin Xian laughed and said: "Teacher, Teacher Hu, thank you both for your hard work. How about we go grab a meal

together?"

Teacher Hu was a woman in her thirties, wearing a pair of gold‑rimmed glasses. Hearing this, she politely

declined: "It's fine, let's forget dinner. My husband is still waiting for me at home."

Alright, next time then!

Seeing this, Lin Xian didn't try to persuade her.

Old Dai was in a good mood. He patted Lin Xian's shoulder and said with a laugh: "Let's go, come have a couple of drinks with me!"

The two of them didn't go to any restaurant. They just casually found a big food stall on the street outside the campus. After a few cups of liquor, a hint of drunkenness surfaced in Old Dai's eyes. He picked up a bite of food and couldn't help sighing: "To be honest, the field of mathematics itself is made

for geniuses. In my lifetime, I've seen quite a few geniuses, but you, kid—I can't figure you out at all."

Lin Xian shook his head and chuckled: "What's there not to figure out? Proving the Zhou Family conjecture was just a stroke of luck, catching a flash of inspiration

that passed in an instant, that's all."

As Sunx Wukong walked into the room, what his eyes saw was a beautiful face, its color slightly pale, at this moment gently looking at the little figure in her arms.

"What a cute child! He looks like Sunx Wukong."

The little figure being gazed at was also staring carefully at his own arm, his mouth letting out endless cries of surprise.

Yes, the two people were Qiqi and Bulma. Qiqi had just finished giving birth. The newborn Wufan was being held in Bulma's arms, and she was carefully examining him.

In addition, on Qiqi's other side Wang Hao also saw the figure of the Bull Demon King, but no one else was here.

Clearly, the others didn't possess Instantaneous Movement like Wang Hao. It wasn't easy for them to come from far away. It would take them a bit of time to get here.

"Waaah…"

At that moment, as if sensing a stranger had entered, the Wufan who had been resting in Bulma's arms suddenly started crying.

"Oh, Wang Hao, you're here? Instantaneous Movement really is convenient."

Bulma soothed the little Wufan in her arms while looking toward the door, not surprised at all.

"Bulma, you even understand Instantaneous Movement? Just now Wang Haoshuo appeared in front of me—it was too amazing!"

Hearing mention of the Treasure Bead and Instantaneous Movement, Sunx Wukong became excited again. His hands gestured wildly, his face full of admiration.

"Of course. When Wang Hao was just starting to use Instantaneous Movement, I helped him understand it! Otherwise he wouldn't have learned it so fast."

Hearing Sunx Wukong's praise, a hint of satisfaction flashed across Bulma's face, and she spoke proudly and boastfully.

"Really? That's great. Bulma, can you help me understand it too? Wang Hao promised to teach me the training method for Instantaneous Movement!"

Hearing Bulma's words, Sunx Wukong's expression grew even more excited, and he asked without any hesitation.

"Wukong, you're being way too rude! Wufan was just born. Can't you put your training aside for now and spend some time with us, mother and child?"

Before Bulma could answer, Qiqi, sitting on the bed with a pale face, couldn't help voicing her displeasure!

"Ah! I'm sorry, I just can't help myself when it comes to training—especially with a Magic‑type skill like this. But I promise I won't train over these next few days! I'll stay with you and Wufan the whole time."

Hearing this, Qiqi's face showed a rare hint of embarrassment.

"Alright then, that's perfect! You know, it's not that I want to stop you from training. I just want you to remember me and Wufan while you're training."

Looking into Sunx Wukong's eyes, Qiqi spoke with a smile, clearly very satisfied with his attitude.

From the moment he entered, Wang Hao had been watching all of this and couldn't help but smile.

"Sure enough, everything I've tried to change has meaning. Qiqi is totally different from the nit‑picky housewife she was in the original story! Now she looks more like a lady of a big family. I wonder what kind of Hou Mi she'll become in the future?"

Unable to stop himself from thinking this way, Wang Hao was full of expectations for how things would develop.

"Wang Hao, come over and take a look! Wufan is so cute when he's thinking. Bulma's voice rang out, pulling him back to reality.

"He really is adorable, and he looks so much like Wukong! I believe in the future he'll also become a powerful Martial Arts Taoist and protect the Earth."

Walking over to Bulma, Wang Hao carefully observed the little Hou Mi and couldn't stop praising him.

Walking over to Bulma, Wang Hao carefully observed the little Hou Mi and couldn't stop praising him.

He knew that Sunx Wufan's talent and strength had once surpassed Sunx Wukong's and that he'd become the protagonist of the new generation.

Unfortunately, in the original world, the environment he grew up in was too poor. He was constantly held back by Qiqi, leaving him very little time to train. As a result, his immense talent was gradually buried and he ultimately sank into mediocrity.

"Hahaha, Wufan will definitely grow up to be strong. I'm going to train him from childhood and turn him into a great warrior."

Hearing Wang Hao's words, Sunx Wukong laughed happily and shared his own hopes for the little Hou Mi.

Qiqi, on the other hand, didn't seem to want to refute Sunx Wukong at all. Her smile didn't fade in the slightest; there was even a trace of expectation and pride.

"Little Wukong, you'd better work hard! I can already feel the terrifying potential in Wufan. If he surpasses you too easily, that'll make you a lousy father!"

After staring at Qiqi for a moment, Wang Hao finally put his last doubts to rest. Looking at Sunx Wukong, he spoke with a punch to his shoulder.

"Really? Wufan's that incredible?"

Sure enough, hearing Wang Hao's words, Sunx Wukong's face showed obvious shock.