Chapter 41: Exercises of Trash Can 019_1<div>


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    Zhu Jiaren waved her hand dismissively, momentarilycking spirit, “We’ve already added each other, just start a group chat.”


    Tang Ming created the study group chat.<div>


    On the right.


    Ren Wanxuan’s group of four was together, discussing where to go for dinner that night.


    Their voices weren’t loud, but they stood out in the silent auditorium.


    Zhu Jiaren looked at their group with some envy, then whispered, “They’re going to the Wanhe Building for dinner, you know, it’s membership-only.”


    Tang Ming nodded, his voice low, “Aside from those from ss Eight, no one else has probably been there, right?” Neither Ning Xiao nor Bai Lian said a word.


    No response.


    Zhu Jiaren observed the two, a silent and gloomy top student and a barely passing student, seemingly from very average family backgrounds, probably never having heard of the Wanhe Building.


    She understood, yet it made her feel all the more disheartened.


    Bai Lian didn’t pay attention to the others and simply took out her phone to open WeChat.


    Teacher Jiang: [It’s raining]


    Bai Lian then looked out of the window, indeed noticing the light rain outside. She stared at the rain outside for quite a while.<div>


    Then she finally lowered her head slowly and sent a message to Jiang Fi.


    Bai Lian: [Can I show the problem you gave mest night to a few of my ssmates?]


    In the CRFS Laboratory, Jiang Fi was looking at the data disyed on hisputer.


    Theb was cool, and he wore a ck coat, his pale index and middle finger holding a pen, pointing at the projection on the wall, methodically analyzing to his group, “This is the lost energy data detected by the LIW detector before, with red, yellow, and green likely being the single- gamma background events, almost no WIWP found…


    The other group members were listening intently to his analysis.


    They were able to answer the asional questions he asked them roughly.


    With the group members bing notably more reliable, Jiang Fi gave a slight nod. He sat down, lifted his head to remove his sses, “He Wen, I’ve sent your paper to Academician Ma, check your inbox.”


    Leaning against the chair back, his eyes and brows deeply cool, a legzily propped up, he spun his phone in his hand, his proud and noble air setting him apart from the others in theboratory.


    He was like a snow lotus blooming alone at the top of a snowy mountain, noble, stunning, and forbidding to strangers.


    He Wen recorded with his pen, deeply moved, “Thank you, young Master Jiang!’


    Moreover, their group was different from those in otherbs—they just had to focus on their research, never fearing that someone would steal the first authorship rights to their papers.<div>


    Jiang Fi’s papers always had room for their names too.


    Even though their contributions to the paper might have been nothing more than helping with printing…


    Furthermore, Jiang Fi would also help them find various industry experts to review their papers.


    He Wen would always remember his graduation defense from the previous year when Jiang Fi simply took a phone and sat to listen midway through.


    The old professor who had always troubled him did not dare to utter a word in the end, and other professors’ questions were as simple as “What did you eat today?” He Wen, who thought he wouldn’t graduate, not only did so smoothly but was also introduced to Jiang Fi’sb by Academician Ma.


    He understood why everyone was desperate to get into Jiang Fi’sboratory.


    Jiang Fi flipped to the next experiment report, looked up at one of the group members with a chilling tone, “Did I not make myself clear? In your experiment report, except for the first look where I can’t make out what you’re writing, every other nce tells me nothing.” “In what state of mind did you write this?”


    The trembling member stammered, “I’m… sorry…”


    The rest collectively lowered their heads and stepped back.


    To avoid being implicated.


    Jiang Fi stopped on thest page, his tone icy, “And you even added my name as the advising professor. Are you nning to defame me?”<div>


    The phone screen lit up.


    A message popped up—


    Student Bai: [Can I show the problem you gave mest night to a few of my ssmates?]


    Jiang Fi paused.


    He shifted slightly, his pale, slender fingers tapping on the phone unhurriedly, pondering for a moment before saying to that group member, “Rewrite it.”


    Jiang Fi checked the time, replied with a message, and stood to leave theboratory— [You may]


    The group member, who thought he would face a storm but ended up being let off the hook, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fantasy. He Wen adjusted his sses again and spoke, “This is strange.”


    Everyone else nodded in agreement.


    After another minute, the reborn group member reached out to choke He Wen, “Ah, He Wen! You’vepletely ruined your image in my eyes! How can someone like you be on the honored list of Jing University!’