Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

In fact, it is not difficult to understand Sister Meng's mood.

Getting older and not having the courage to divorce and start over is one aspect; on the other hand, I probably don’t want to drag Meng Zezhi too much—He Zhenli is useless, neither of the two sons has married a wife, and the family has no savings. Under such circumstances, how could the He family easily let go of the precious mountain of the Meng family.

As Sister Meng said, barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. If the He family really wants to get entangled, the Meng family may not be able to resist.

To put it bluntly, Sister Meng wanted to calm things down.

Each individual has his or her own predestined relationship, and Meng Zezhi does not comment on this.

As for whether Sister Meng can stand up in the future, Meng Zezhi has long planned to buy a house from the ground to the sky in the county town of his former hometown when he has more money in his hand. The price will not be too expensive, 300 It's amazing.At that time, the family will be divided into one level. Firstly, Meng's mother is old and needs to be taken care of; secondly, there will be second sister Meng and third brother Meng watching. Live your life with your neck down.

Meng Zezhi would not mind helping with things within his capacity.

Looking at the thick stack of draft paper on the table, Meng Zezhi stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples, then heaved a heavy sigh of relief.

He knew, Goldbach guessed, that his task was half done.

He looked up at the bottom right corner of the computer.

It turned out that it was only November.

From the time he entered the laboratory to the present, exactly two months have passed.

The progress of the research was more than half faster than he expected.

Meng Zezhi thought for a while, flipped through the draft paper, and pulled out a piece of paper. In addition to the three words "variational method" drawn in a circle on the paper, there were also lists of sieve method, circle method, dense method, etc. Rate law and so on.

Tapping the table with the index finger of his left hand, Meng Zezhi wondered if he should play again—play big!

Just as he was thinking, a cup of coffee was placed on his right hand.

Meng Zezhi turned his head and saw that it was not Zhu Zhengqing. He put down the manuscript paper in his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

Then he picked up the paper cup, blew away the water vapor above, and took a sip. The warm coffee passed down his throat, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was much more energetic.

"By the way, how is your experiment going?"

Zhu Zhengqing hugged the coffee, eyes slightly bent: "The experiment is almost done, the thesis has written the beginning, and the next project is under preparation."

"So fast!" Meng Zezhi exclaimed in surprise.

"It's already considered slow." Zhu Zhengqing said helplessly.

The implication is that the people in the project team held him back.

"That's it." Meng Zezhi smiled, and only said: "Okay, do you have time in the afternoon, I agreed to treat you to dinner, and it has been delayed until now."

"Yes." Zhu Zhengqing was in a better mood.

Goldbach's conjecture here is probably because of the experience of using the variational method to prove it successfully. Using another method to start over, for Meng Zezhi, the calculation is more than twice as simple.

Instead, the AIDS specific drug experiment, which has been going smoothly, has encountered a bottleneck.

This is related to his life and whether he can successfully complete the task.

Meng Zezhi began to stay in the laboratory. For this reason, he deliberately packed a small cubicle in the laboratory, and placed a single bed in it. He usually lay on the bed and squinted for a while when he was tired from doing experiments.

When Zhu Zhengqing came to the laboratory, he saw such a scene.

Meng Zezhi was lying on the bed, like an old man, covered with a quilt, and a down jacket over the quilt, and his shoes were crookedly placed on the head of the bed.

Zhu Zhengqing subconsciously lowered her pace.

He walked over and knelt down.

Meng Zezhi belongs to the particularly attractive type, and he really looks more and more handsome.

Zhu Zhengqing pursed the corners of her lips, and her eyes fell on the slightly protruding beard on Meng Zezhi's chin, but the corner of her eyes involuntarily moved up a centimeter.

No one knows anyway.

By coincidence, these words flashed in Zhu Zhengqing's mind.

His eyes twinkled slightly, obviously a little emotional.

After hesitating for a while, as if he had made up his mind, while his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, he slowly lowered his head by his ears, leaned closer, and put his lips on the corner of Meng Zezhi's mouth.

Soft, like pudding.

His ears were red, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Well, it doesn't taste like it.

But at this moment, the phone beside the bed suddenly rang.

Meng Zezhi suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, like a frightened bird, Zhu Zhengqing backed away in panic.

Meng Zezhi was stunned for a moment, he reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, it seemed that there was still some kind of warmth on it.

He looked up at Zhu Zhengqing in disbelief.

Zhu Zhengqing had already stabilized her position, her ears were flushed, the corners of her lips were pursed, and there was an air of 'I didn't do anything' all over her body.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi vaguely felt that his heart seemed to be beating a little fast, he opened his mouth, but he was unable to speak.

But it doesn't prevent him from coming to the conclusion that Zhu Zhengqing likes him.

How to say?

When he was young, it wasn't that he didn't yearn for love, and he also met a few partners and women introduced by his elders, but they all died of various reasons in the end.When I get older, I deal with emotional matters much less, and I only immerse myself in scientific research, and I am still alone until I die.

So Meng Zezhi never felt that he was gay, but if the other party was Zhu Zhengqing...

Meng Zezhi raised his head and glanced at him, feeling a little hot in his heart. He had to say that Zhu Zhengqing's looks really suited his eyes.

But he is here to do a mission, and he may leave this world when he finishes the mission, so why bother him.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi's eyes dimmed.

But at this moment, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Ding, hello host, in order to improve the employee welfare system and increase employees' enthusiasm for work, the Kaogong Division formulated and launched a new policy a few days ago. Host You only need to pay [-] points of merit, you can stay in the mission world for one year, and so on, there is no upper limit, hereby inform you."

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

Neither of them spoke, and the phone rang unscrupulously.

Meng Zezhi's silence broke Zhu Zhengqing's last trace of composure. He was flustered and his mind was in chaos. Fortunately, Xu Yehua appeared in time at this time and rescued him.

Waving a magazine, Xu Yehua rushed into the laboratory with people in a hurry, and shouted out of breath: "Professor Zhu, Professor Zhu, something happened..."

Zhu Zhengqing came back to his senses suddenly, he looked up at Meng Zezhi, the corners of his lips were almost drawn into a straight line, then turned and left the cubicle.

Meng Zezhi calmed down, grabbed his phone and turned off the alarm clock, got up and got out of bed, and followed him out.

"what happened?"

Xu Yehua's face was solemn, with a smell of gnashing of teeth, she handed the magazine in her hand to Zhu Zhengqing: "You will know after reading it."

Zhu Zhengqing took a look at the magazine, and what caught his eye was a paper titled: "Effect of CX3CR1 on Human Hepatocellular Carcinoma Cells and Its Mechaism"

The translation is: the study of the effect and mechanism of chemokine receptors on human liver cancer cells.

Zhu Zhengqing's complexion changed slightly, and he continued to read. Except for the author he didn't know, the whole paper, including the experimental procedures and experimental data, was exactly the same as the paper he was about to write.

"This is the journal that just arrived this morning," Xu Yehua said with a livid face, "I checked the author of this paper, and he is a teaching assistant at a pheasant university in the United States."

Clearly, their research was stolen.

"Check!" Zhu Zhengqing said coldly.

He absolutely cannot tolerate his two months of hard work in vain.

The author has something to say: Zhu Zhengqing: Because I am good-looking, so even if I molest others, people who see it will only say that I am cute ﹋○﹋