Super God-Level Top Student

Huaxia, Capital, Yanbei University, International Mathematics Research Institute, Lu Changzheng was sitting in his office looking at the paper.

Just like Sumant Jair, Qiao Ze and Kori Durant's papers had been downloaded and printed out by him.

But Kori Durant's paper was now cast aside, left unattended.

After all, he wasn't like Sumant Jair, not a reviewer for Qiao Ze's paper and this was the first paper of Qiao Ze he read, which felt quite marvelous.

The sudden ringing of the phone broke Lu Changzheng's deep focus.

Professor Lu frowned slightly, glanced at the mobile phone carelessly tossed on the desk, saw the name Qian Yuhai, and his mouth turned up slightly. He reached out to press the call button, didn't bother to pick up the phone, and casually activated the speaker.

"Hello, Old Qian, what's up?"

"What else? You're reading the kid's paper, aren't you?"

"Yeah, quite insightful."

"Indeed, I regret it. When I went to Xilin, I should have thought of a way to bring the kid to Yanbei. It's a loss."

"Oh? How so?"

"I just took another look at Li Jiangao's previous paper, and let me tell you, his research direction is totally unrelated to this paper."

Lu Changzheng fell silent for a moment, then said in a strange tone, "So what? Even if you brought him here, what could you have done? Would you have been able to guide him?"

"That..."

"See, to put it bluntly, you're just jealous that Li Jiangao did nothing and could still sign his name as the corresponding author."

"Heh... Aren't you jealous?"

"Rubbish, of course I am jealous. Who wouldn't want such a student? But on the other hand, what Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics did this time was quite disreputable, setting up Li Jiangao and Qiao Ze like this is really something. They have been loud, I can hear the noise from here in the Capital."

"Haha, speaking of this, I was just on the phone with Zhang, suggesting him to go find someone familiar at BU, put on a big show as the expert accompanying the team, form a group and do a thorough investigation at Xilin.

Once they are done and back, release a notice that the internal investigation results will not be announced publicly, and by the way, organize a gang to dig into any shady stuff in the papers published by Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics over the years, and help expose Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics online! What do you think?"

"Old Qian...If anyone's devious, it's you! If you really did this, you'd be starting a major feud! If word of this gets back to them, and that Xu guy rushes to the Capital to hang you from the city gates, I'd pretend I didn't see anything."

"Haha, I'm just making a suggestion, what does it have to do with me? It's a pity, Zhang is not willing, otherwise, it would have been really interesting."

"No, that's not right. Old Qian, why are you so free today? Calling me just to tease me? This isn't like you at all?"

"Heh heh, you don't know about it yet? I'm watching a live broadcast of a great laugh online, Sukeman Jair from Berkeley Branch and Ackerman Konietz from University of Cologne are going at it on Facebook. And guess why they are fighting?"

"What? Sukeman and Ackerman are fighting? I remember their fields of research are different, right? Hasn't Sukeman moved to specialize in the computer artificial intelligence field in recent years? Isn't Ackerman still working on finite group structure research? How could they have a conflict?"

"Hahaha, that's the interesting part. They are fighting over Qiao Ze's paper! Didn't Ackerman's student publish a paper titled 'A Mathematical Architecture for Self supervised 3D Point Cloud Prediction' in 'Pure and Applied Mathematics Communications,' you know about it?"

Lu Changzheng glanced unconsciously at the paper he had already printed out and replied, "I know, I have downloaded it."

"Then, just last night, Sukeman directly said on Facebook that an important theorem proof in Ackerman's student's paper was a direct plagiarism from Qiao Ze's paper published in 'Duke Mathematical Journal,' titled 'A Mathematical Framework for Self supervised Learning Based on Group Theory.' Now, how great is this laugh!"

Lu Changzheng was stunned.

This thought process was a bit too much to wrap his head around.

A professor from a top American university and another from a top German university, arguing over whether a paper of a young Huaxian was plagiarized, outright quarreling through the ether on a foreign social media?

This was beyond preposterous; it was a once-in-a-lifetime series of events.

"Wait a minute, that's not right. It should be 1 PM in Germany right now, and it's just turning 7 AM in the United States, right? How could they start arguing?"

"Haha, that you wouldn't know! For Sukeman, the battle has been going on for almost a whole night. He started by posting a message, then about three hours later, in the morning around 7 AM in Germany, Ackerman responded, and then Sukeman immediately started accusing again...

The current score is Sukeman has posted seven times, Ackerman has also responded seven times, and now we're waiting for Sukeman to continue the firestorm! The two are engaged in a verbal battle, and at least a thousand people are watching, each side's comment section is adding fuel to the flames, hahaha it's too much fun..."

After hearing this, Lu Changzheng glanced at the paper lying in front of him on the table, and suddenly found it less appealing.

After all, the papers could be read anytime, but such a clash between masters, if missed, could only be relived through replays.

"Where are you? On the third floor?"

"No, in the small meeting room on the second floor. Zhang has called over Zhu, Liu, and they are preparing to project it on the big screen, Qu has gone to buy sunflower seeds and peanuts, and everyone is planning to have a good laugh together."