The Science Fiction World of Xueba

Wang Chongqing opened his mouth wide, and stood there blankly, like a sculpture.

After a while, he said: "Student, are you joking?"

Pang Xuelin smiled lightly and said: "Professor Wang, do you think I am joking with my outfit? I came to Lincheng University today to ask my colleagues in the Department of Mathematics to help me, and I accidentally entered your class. Sorry to make you laugh..."

Wang Chongqing still couldn't believe it.

And under the podium, the pot has already exploded.

"Is this person an elementary school teacher?"

"How is it possible? Can a primary school teacher have this level?"

"This is too incredible. With the level of his lectures just now, I also believe that he is a professor."

"Maybe it's just that his lectures are good, and his academic level is not that high!"

"Can you tell this level of functional analysis, how far do you think the academic level of others can go?"

"Couldn't this guy be a doctor who graduated from a famous school, and then went to a mountain village primary school to be a teacher?"

...

The students in the classroom talked a lot, looking at Pang Xuelin full of surprise and disbelief.

Only then did Wang Chongqing come to his senses, shook hands with Pang Xuelin and said, "Comrade Pang, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe it, it's really...it's too unbelievable. Are you really a primary school teacher?"

Pang Xuelin laughed and said, "It's guaranteed to be fake!"

"Well, I have seen it today, Comrade Xiao Pang, your math level is not average."

Pang Xuelin said with a chuckle, "Professor Wang, you are overrated!"

Wang Chongqing said with a smile: "This is the truth. It is the first time I have seen someone who can explain functional analysis in such an easy-to-understand manner. You have really worked hard today. Let's go. It's getting late now. I invite you to the cafeteria to eat." Let's have a light meal."

"Okay, then I won't be polite!"

The two chatted and laughed, Wang Chongqing brought Pang Xuelin to the staff cafeteria, and extravagantly ordered three dishes and one soup.

A plate of braised pork, a tomato scrambled egg, a braised eggplant, and a seaweed soup.

Pang Xuelin's eyes are bright. He has eaten meat only once in the month since he came to this world, and now his eyes glow when he sees fat.

"Come on, let's eat first!"

Pang Xuelin was not polite, he picked up chopsticks and gorged himself. However, due to his good family education since he was a child, no matter how fast he ate, Pang Xuelin still maintained the basic dining etiquette.

While eating, Wang Chongqing observed Pang Xuelin secretly. He couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

First of all, this young man's clothing does not match his own temperament, and secondly, every move of this young man is obviously well-educated, and he is not an ordinary young man from the valley.

But according to Pang Xuelin himself, he was adopted by the principal of a mountain village elementary school since he was a child. After graduating from high school, because the principal died of illness, he did not take the college entrance examination and directly took over the elementary school.

What he said today is what he learned by himself.

This is somewhat difficult to understand.

If Pang Xuelin was telling the truth, he could only describe this young man as a genius.

"By the way, Comrade Xiao Pang, you said before that you came to Lincheng University to seek help from colleagues in the Department of Mathematics. Why?"

Pang Xuelin had been waiting for Wang Chongqing's words for a long time, and said with a smile: "Professor Wang, I would like to ask about the submission addresses of the Chinese journals "Acta Mathematics", "Computational Mathematics", and "Journal of Engineering Mathematics". How many papers do I have? I want to vote."

"Mathematics paper?"

"Um!"

"Is it convenient for me to take a look?" Wang Chongqing asked curiously.

He has seen Pang Xuelin's teaching level. Even in the entire Lincheng University, Wang Chongqing doesn't think anyone can do the functional analysis like him.

I don't know how his academic ability is.

Pang Xuelin smiled, took out a stack of thick manuscript paper from his backpack, handed it to Wang Chongqing, and said, "Professor Wang, please correct me!"

Wang Chongqing took out the glasses case from the briefcase, opened it, and took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses, wiped them with a glasses cloth, and then put them on to look through them.

"On automorphism groups of finite abelp groups"

"Backward stochastic differential equations driven by g-brown motion under monotonicity conditions"

"Unsteady and Incompressible Navier-Stokes Equation Based on Crank-Scheme Two-level Variational Multiscale Method"

Process-driven stochastic evolution equations with finite delays in Hilbert spaces

"Tight Alternating Direction Implicit Schemes for Neumann Boundary Value Problems for Two-dimensional Linear Hyperbolic Equations"

"Error Analysis of the Krylov Subspace Algorithm for Computing Bilinear Forms of Matrix Functions"

...

There are thirteen papers in total, covering different directions such as number theory, algebraic geometry, topology, partial differential equations, functional analysis, dynamical systems, and computational mathematics.

Wang Chongqing found one of the articles "On Automorphism Groups of Finite Abelp Groups" and read it.

After about twenty minutes, he raised his head and said in disbelief, "Comrade Xiao Pang, you wrote these yourself?"

Pang Xuelin nodded.

He knows his own mathematics level. After so many years, the ordinary Philippine award bosses may be even worse than him.

Therefore, even water thesis, in this era, can be regarded as super first-class.

Wang Chongqing hurriedly found several other articles and began to read them.

It wasn't until a full hour later that he raised his head and said, "Comrade Pang, it's really embarrassing. To be honest, with just a few papers of yours, it's more than enough to become a professor in our school. It's a shame to live in that rural elementary school." It is a waste of talent. You can see if this works. Let me arrange it for you. This year you take the college entrance examination again. No matter what your grades are, you can go directly to the mathematics department of our school. At that time, you only need to send a paper of the same quality, and we will give it to you directly. What do you think of the doctorate you award?"

Pang Xuelin smiled lightly, and said: "Professor Wang, if I want to go to university, I can take the college entrance examination last year. I can't let go of those children. If I leave, the children there will have no hope. To be honest, The reason why I came out this time is mainly for two things. On the one hand, to publish my research results of the past few years, and to earn some manuscript fees to repair the school building. I heard that the manuscript fee for a paper now costs 60 yuan per page. How much money, I have more than 200 pages, worth more than 10,000 yuan! On the other hand, I also want to see if there is any opportunity to make money outside the year ago. I want to make some money and go back to let the children have a good life Year."

Wang Chongqing stared blankly at Pang Xuelin. After a long time, he stood up, took a step back, and bowed deeply to Pang Xuelin.

"Professor Wang, what are you doing?"

Wang Chongqing said: "Mr. Pang, I am not as good as you. I only represent myself and pay tribute to you."