I've been reborn, who still chases the school hunk?

Jiang Xianling also looked at Xuanxin, her eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

"What do you mean my masterpiece?" Xuan Xin glanced at Yu'e unhappily. "I'm not a policeman, and I don't have any connections. How can I arrest Tan Lingna?" She explained lightly, but the smile in her eyes became more and more obvious.

"You're right." Yu'e scratched her head and sighed in disappointment. But then she raised her head again, and hope rekindled in her eyes. "But, no matter what, this is a good thing! We can finally get rid of the harassment of this fly!" She said excitedly.

"Yes!" Xianling also agreed, "Sister Xuanxin is right! Let's go out for a big dinner tonight to celebrate!" she suggested.

"Okay!" Xuan Xin nodded with a smile, "I'll treat you tonight! Let's go have a big dinner together!" Her words were full of determination and confidence, as if all the difficulties and challenges had been thrown behind her.

As night fell, the neon lights in the city began to flicker, like countless stars dotting the world. Lu Xuanxin was sitting in her small apartment when her cell phone suddenly vibrated. The three words "Zhang Ruolai" on the screen stood out. She gently put down the book in her hand and answered the phone with a smile.

"Hello, Ruolai!" Lu Xuanxin's voice was soft and warm, like a spring breeze, gently brushing across Zhang Ruolai's heart.

Zhang Ruolai on the other end of the phone seemed particularly excited, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Xuanxin! Have you read the Weibo? That Tan Lingna, the Jinling Little Genius, was actually caught by the police! She had always been isolated and helpless before, and had tried to harm you many times. Now she's finally caught, it's really gratifying!"

Listening to Ruolai's excited words, Lu Xuanxin felt an inexplicable sense of relief. She leaned back in her chair and looked out the window at the starry night sky, as if she saw the scene of Tan Lingna's conspiracy being shattered in the darkness. She smiled slightly, and a beautiful arc appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Yes, Ruolai, this matter is finally over, we can celebrate it!"

Then, Lu Xuanxin thought of Zhang Ruolai’s roommates. She knew they had also been paying attention to this matter: "Also, tell your roommates that I will treat you tonight, let’s all get together!"

"Okay!" Zhang Ruolai readily agreed on the other end of the phone, "I'll go inform them right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Lu Xuanxin stood up and walked to the window. She looked at the bright moon in the night sky, feeling deeply moved.

During this period of time, Tan Lingna's conspiracy and frame-up had been like a huge rock pressing on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe. But now that the huge rock had finally been removed, she felt more relaxed and at ease than ever before.

At this time, roommates called to inquire about the situation. Lu Xuanxin answered their questions one by one and invited them to celebrate together in the evening. Her words were full of joy and anticipation, as if she had already seen the lively scene of everyone gathering together.

As night fell, Lu Xuanxin and her roommates went to a restaurant. The restaurant was brightly lit and full of laughter. They sat around a large round table, tasting delicious food while talking about Tan Lingna.

"I really didn't expect that Tan Lingna is so scheming!" A roommate sighed, "She wanted to harm Xuan Xin at first but failed, so she stayed silent for so long. Seeing that she couldn't attack Xuan Xin directly, she pretended to be her fan, and she actually succeeded!"

"That's right!" another roommate echoed, "This kind of person is simply a pervert! He can hide for so long even if his plan fails. It's really scary!"

Listening to the discussions of her roommates, Lu Xuanxin smiled slightly. She knew that Tan Lingna's arrest was good news for everyone, but she hoped that this opportunity would allow everyone to unite more and cherish their friendship.

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Tan Lingna's incident has caused a lot of controversy on the Internet, with various comments emerging one after another.

"I didn't expect that Tan Lingna was so scheming. She wanted to harm Lu Xuanxin but failed, so she kept silent for so long. Seeing that she couldn't attack goddess Xuanxin directly, she pretended to be her fan, and she actually succeeded!"

"That's right, it's terrible! This kind of person is simply a pervert! Even if the plan fails, he can still lurk around, it's really terrible!"

"She must be a pervert! Fortunately, Goddess Xuanxin is very smart! If not, I'm afraid she would really harm me!"

"What goddess Xuanxin! Stop bragging! No matter how much you brag, she is just an author of a paper in District 4 of a water journal! It's ridiculous that such a person is called the future of Chinese science and technology!"

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to be jealous of Goddess Xuanxin! Forget about SCI Zone 4. How many papers did you publish in your freshman year? And how many papers did you publish in Zones 2 and 3? Haha, what rubbish!"

"It feels so good to curse! Why do people like this always come to spoil the fun at this time? It's so disgusting!"

"A bunch of people who can only make sarcastic remarks!"

The Golden Keyboard Warrior looked at these comments with a playful smile on his face, and turned off his phone screen. He called himself a knight on the Internet, and was slightly knowledgeable in academics, but he always looked down on Chinese culture and technology, and thought that foreign things were the best.

In China, social etiquette is often taken very seriously. When Lu Xuanxin first emerged, he suspected that she was a deification created by the government, and believed that such a myth would be shattered sooner or later.

Sure enough, not long after, Lu Xuanxin was exposed for publishing a fake publication. The golden keyboard warrior had not read Xuanxin's thesis, but only guessed based on his shallow knowledge.

How can an undergraduate student who has just entered university publish ten academic papers? How credible can these papers be in such a short period of time? Isn't it just to improve his resume?

He firmly believed that Lu Xuanxin was an official deification, and at most he could only brag about the number of domestic SCI papers. Thinking of this, the golden keyboard warrior sneered and turned off the phone screen.

There are many people who hold this view on the Internet. But Lu Xuanxin doesn't care about it. When the paper was exposed, she was already prepared to deal with it.

And she has a backup plan, and her guess will soon be revealed.

After all, no matter how noisy domestic public opinion is, it is impossible to affect the selection of foreign projects.

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In the ancient and solemn academic hall of Princeton University, a middle-aged editor named Joseph Brooks sat quietly at his desk by the window. Outside the window, the golden autumn sun shone through the ancient oak trees, dappling on the desk. The interweaving of light and shadow seemed to contain endless wisdom and mystery. Brooks yawned lightly, and he opened the review page tiredly but full of expectation.

"Well, the review stopped here yesterday. Let's continue reading." He muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with a desire for knowledge and curiosity about the unknown.

Brooks opened a new paper, and the author's name caught his attention - Lu Xuanxin. He frowned slightly, the name was unfamiliar to him, but when he saw the unit to which the author belonged, he was slightly stunned.

"School of Mathematics, Yenching University?" He whispered to himself, and he couldn't help but have some respect for this scholar from the East. Yenching University is a world-renowned institution, and the strength of its School of Mathematics cannot be underestimated.

His eyes returned to the title of the paper again - "On the Distribution Law of Mersenne Primes and the Proof of Zhou's Conjecture". This title shocked Brooks a little. Zhou's Conjecture is a famous problem in mathematics, and no one has been able to solve it for many years. Could it be that this scholar from the East really found a way to prove it?

He took a deep breath and began to carefully review Lu Xuanxin's paper. He carefully read every formula and every derivation process, fearing that he would miss any details. As he read deeper, his face gradually showed an expression of surprise and admiration.

"How is this possible?" He muttered to himself, his heart full of doubts and shock. The proof process of this paper is rigorous and perfect, and every step can stand up to scrutiny. If this paper really proves Zhou's conjecture, it will be a major breakthrough in mathematics!

Brooks's face became more and more serious. He knew the importance of this paper. He could not hesitate any longer and had to find a more professional person to review this paper as soon as possible. He stood up, walked to the window, took a deep breath of fresh air, and cleared his mind.

He picked up the phone and dialed the office number of Professor Boneyev, the editor-in-chief of the Annals of Mathematics. Professor Boneyev's steady and powerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Professor, I have a very important paper here that requires your personal review." Brooks said in a serious tone.

"Oh? What paper is so important?" Professor Boneyev asked curiously.

"It's a paper about Zhou's conjecture. The author proposed a completely new method of proof," Brooks replied.

"Zhou's conjecture?" Professor Bonezhoff's voice revealed a hint of surprise. "That's a big question. Please send the paper over. I'll take a look when I'm free."

Brooks hung up the phone, printed out the paper immediately, and then hurried to Professor Bonezhev's office. He walked through the tree-lined path on campus, full of anticipation and nervousness. He knew that the fate of this paper would be in the hands of Professor Bonezhev.

When he arrived at Professor Bonezhev's office, the professor was sitting at his desk, carefully reviewing a document. He looked up and saw Brooks coming in, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Professor, you have to take a look at this paper!" Brooks handed the paper to Professor Brezhnev, his tone full of anticipation.

Professor Boneyev took the paper, looked at the title and the author's name, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face. He frowned, as if he was a little unfamiliar with this strange Chinese name. But when he saw the words "School of Mathematics, Yenching University", a trace of interest appeared on his face.

He began to read the paper carefully. One minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed... The clock on the wall ticked, and Brooks stood beside it without daring to breathe, his eyes fixed on Professor Bonezhev.

Professor Boneyev's brows furrowed more and more, and he picked up the draft paper and began to calculate quickly. Time passed quickly, but Professor Boneyev did not seem to notice the passage of time. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he was deeply attracted by this paper.

Finally, Professor Brezhnev put down his pen, his brows relaxed, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

“Amazing!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t find any flaws in this paper. The verification process was almost perfect. But just because I didn’t find any loopholes doesn’t mean that this paper really has no loopholes.”

Brooks was relieved and excited when he heard this, "Yes! Professor, your opinion is very important."

Professor Bonezhoff thought for a moment and then said, "I will review it again with Hausen-Davier. If we have no problem with it in a week, we will publish it."

Brooks was very excited after hearing this. He knew that once this paper was published, it would cause a sensation in the mathematics community. He thanked Professor Brezhnev and left the office.

On the way back to the office, Brooks was filled with anticipation and pride. He knew that the paper in his hand would change the history of mathematics, and he was proud to be able to participate in this historic moment. At the same time, he was full of respect and admiration for the scholar named Lu Xuanxin. He knew that this scholar from the East had used his wisdom and talent to solve a difficult problem in mathematics and made a great contribution to the development of mathematics.

For ordinary people, these seven short days may be just a fleeting moment, but for Professor Borisov, these seven days are like a long and challenging journey. The problem before him is like a towering mountain, standing at the top of the global mathematics community, waiting for the brave to conquer it. As a top figure in the Annals of Mathematics, Professor Borisov is well aware of the heavy responsibility he shoulders. Facing this challenge, he is filled with excitement and awe.