Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 420 My name is Chen Zhou
After getting off the plane, Chen Zhou and Friedman separated.
Friedman did not plan to go to school, but to go straight home.
So Chen Zhou had to take a taxi back to MIT.
Sitting in the taxi, Chen Zhou couldn't help but think of Friedman's praise.
Friedman went beyond that and praised Chen Zhou as the most efficient researcher among all the students he had ever taught.
He once again expressed his sincere admiration for Chen Zhou's talent for calculation!
It turned out that Friedman had been observing what Chen Zhou wrote since some time ago.
Whether it is the calculation of the pocket model or the calculation of the lattice QCD theory, this old man sees it clearly.
Regarding Chen Zhou's calculations, he only felt that the words of mathematics were indeed very beautiful!
Of course, facing such praise, although Chen Zhou was very happy in his heart, he still said modestly on the surface: "These are just basic skills, not difficult, Professor, you are really too kind!"
As he thought about it, a smile appeared on Chen Zhou's lips.
Coincidentally, the driver of the taxi that Chen Zhou took was also a Chinese.
Seeing the smile on Chen Zhou's face, the driver asked curiously, "Student, you are smiling so happily, did something good happen to you?"
Chen Zhou smiled and said, "I just came back with my instructor and was praised a little bit."
The driver nodded to show that he understood.
After a pause, he asked again, "I see your destination is MIT, which is a very impressive school. I heard that there are many Nobel Prize winners there?"
"Well, there are indeed many people who have won the Nobel Prize..." Chen Zhou was in a good mood, and the driver was Chinese, which added a sense of closeness.
So Chen Zhou started chatting with the driver.
From the origins of MIT, to the history of winning the Nobel Prize, to others such as the Turing Award, the Fields Medal, and so on.
Anyway, Chen Zhou explained to the driver the winning records of these awesome awards.
At the end, the driver said with emotion: "No wonder people say MIT is awesome, it really sounds awesome!"
"Now I finally understand why those students are trying so hard to come to a school like this. If you graduate from such a school and then go back, you will definitely be an elite !"
As the driver spoke, the look in his eyes when he looked at Chen Zhou changed a little.
Chen Zhou naturally noticed it, thought about it, and said, "Generally speaking, that's true. But good schools also have students who don't like to study. Bad schools also have good students who work hard. This depends mainly on yourself."
The driver nodded his head and said, "You're right. My son is just like what you said. I tried every possible way to send him to a good school, but he just loves to play and doesn't like to study. It worries me so much..."
Chen Zhou smiled and continued, "Also, in a school like MIT, there are many great people. But whether you can get guidance from these Nobel Prize winners is another matter."
"After all, when students choose their mentors, mentors are also choosing their students, which is a two-way choice in itself."
When the driver heard this, he immediately asked, "Student, is your mentor an ordinary person or one of these great people?"
Chen Zhou did not answer directly, but said: "My mentors are all OK, they are pretty good."
The driver didn't understand what was going on and was about to ask more questions, but then he saw that they had arrived at the MIT campus.
After paying the fare, Chen Zhou asked for an invoice.
This can be reimbursed by Friedman, so Chen Zhou will naturally not let himself suffer any loss.
Before getting off the car, the driver looked at Chen Zhou and finally realized something.
I feel like I've seen this person's face somewhere before.
When handing the invoice to Chen Zhou, the driver asked presumptuously: "Student, what's your name? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."
Chen Zhou heard this and smiled softly, "Master, my name is Chen Zhou."
After saying that, Chen Zhou opened the car door, got out, and walked straight to the school.
In the car, the driver was still in a daze.
Finally, he remembered.
Isn’t this the student who has been talked about many times by his son, the one who solved many difficult math problems and appeared on the domestic news broadcast several times?
I really didn't expect that my luck would be so good?
How could I pull this person here?
"Oops!" The driver slapped his thigh, immediately rolled down the window and looked outside the car.
But Chen Zhou's figure had long disappeared.
The driver said in annoyance: "With such a good opportunity, I should have left a signature! Who knows, maybe he will be the winner of the Nobel Prize, Fields Medal, or Turing Award in the future?"
In addition, the reason why the driver was upset was that he was only concerned with talking to Chen Zhou about what was going on at MIT.
With such a real-life example right in front of me, I didn't even ask for advice on how to teach my son well.
It’s really a huge loss!
Chen Zhou returned to the dormitory, but before he could open the door, it opened by itself.
The one who opened the door was none other than Mr.
It was Yang Yiyi.
Chen Zhou and Yang Yiyi both have keys to each other's rooms.
When Chen Zhou saw Yang Yiyi, he was slightly stunned, then he smiled and hugged Yang Yiyi.
"Did you miss me?"
"Well... did you miss me?"
"Yes! Except for the time I spent thinking about the experimental data, I was thinking about you!"
"Tsk~ I don't believe it!"
"Then... excluding the time spent thinking about math problems..."
"So, I'm ranked behind mathematics and physics?"
"Of course not! You must be at the front of the line!"
"real?"
"must!"
"So how much time do you spend studying mathematics and physics every day?"
"Let me think about it... since this morning..."
Before Chen Zhou finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.
If you really count it, I don't have much time to think about Yang Yiyi.
Seeing that Yang Yiyi was about to get angry, Chen Zhou immediately started begging for mercy, coaxing her, and tempting her with delicious food, using three tricks!
Yang Yiyi is indeed a foodie. When she saw the sourdough bread that Chen Zhou brought back from San Francisco, she instantly went from being angry to being happy.
Seeing this, Chen Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.
At least, my arm won't be seriously injured...
In fact, both Chen Zhou and Yang Yiyi knew that Yang Yiyi was not really angry.
It was just this deliberate little willfulness that made her feel that Chen Zhou cared about her.
Of course, this kind of deliberate little willfulness only happens occasionally.
When Chen Zhou was worried about his research and working late into the night.
There was no way she would let go of such a little willfulness.
Chen Zhou was also quite happy to see this kind of little willfulness.
This adds some fun .
