Chapter 701: I Might Be in Love

That night, Zheng Qian and Professor Ji Muxi had a deep exchange.

Early the next morning, she arrived at Zheng Qian's office with panda eyes.

[Thud!] She threw a thick stack of documents in front of him.

"I'm absolutely exhausted. You heartless capitalists are truly too cruel! This is the paper I drafted earlier, with the latest experimental data added. Are you sure I don't need to have my advisor revise it?"

"No need. I'll have my friend revise it for you as he sees fit. He is more reliable than any teacher."

"Fine then. I really need to go to sleep. Don't come looking for me before tomorrow."

Professor Ji Muxi left, yawning.

Throughout the entire conversation, he deliberately avoided looking at her upper body.

After their deep exchange throughout the night, Professor Ji Muxi was truly exhausted and didn't notice at all that her collar was slightly open, revealing a cleavage as deep as a gold mine, offering endless, beautiful fantasies.

Actually, if an average person had it open this much, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But who was she?

She was Professor Anmushi.

Even if she only revealed a little bit, it was several orders of magnitude beyond that of an ordinary person.

To use a popular phrase, she was "wealthy and generous."

What made Zheng Qian even more curious was that some girls, because their assets were too large, would sag very quickly, and this became more obvious as they aged. But Professor Ji Muxi was very perky, making Zheng Qian marvel that her genes were truly excellent.

The key was that the shape was also very beautiful; especially when admired from the side, it looked just like a water droplet.

Looking at the paper she submitted, Zheng Qian shook his head helplessly.

He had read Professor Ji Muxi's previous papers.

Although it was clear that they had significant academic value, their literary style was truly nothing to brag about.

In fact, when submitting to a top-tier international journal like Science, writing style is also very important. Therefore, after he had communicated with Professor Ji Muxi in detail last night and finished the revisions, the paper was basically shaped, needing only a bit of polishing.

After spending 10 billion in the Mysterious Shop, he successively purchased ["Carl Sagan's Beautiful Paper Style" and "The God-Tier Literary Talent of Professor Thomas Starzl, the Father of Liver Transplantation"], and finally had the confidence to start editing.

In fact, the overall structure didn't need to be completely overturned; it just needed some adjustments.

He would retell it using more vivid, humorous, and intuitive writing.

It took Zheng Qian a full five hours to finally finish polishing the paper.

However, looking at it again and again... he always felt like something was missing.

So, he lit a cigarette, closed his eyes slightly, and immersed himself in the academic realm. Suddenly, a light seemed to ignite in his mind; countless brain cells cheered, and billions of neurons enthusiastically praised!

His thoughts flowed like a spring, and he directly wrote this paragraph at the end of the paper—

[650,000 hours from now, you and I will eventually oxidize into the wind. But time will prove that we existed, that we once bestowed infinite wisdom upon this steel beast, paving the way for those who follow in our footsteps on the paths where we were once lost. The floating clouds in the sky are like white clothes, changing in an instant like gray dogs. When that day comes, as they speed like a Mercedes-Benz through the empty midnight, will they marvel at how beautiful the night is? Will they marvel that the wind we have turned into is still so gentle?]

The moment he put down his pen, Zheng Qian was choked with emotion.

This passage was his genuine feeling at this very moment, coming from the bottom of his heart.

This steel beast naturally referred to cars, and the infinite wisdom bestowed upon it naturally referred to artificial intelligence.

In fact, when he stood on the sidelines of the race track watching those cars rushing by, he had this feeling that a new era was coming. But one day we will eventually pass away, perhaps in 650,000 hours, or perhaps 700,000 or 800,000 hours later...

When that time comes, what will prove that we were here?

When that time comes, will artificial intelligence dominate everything?

When that time comes, who will remember that we once left beautiful marks on this world with our beloved "that person"... hmm, or maybe "those people"? That we loved, hated, cried, and shed tears together?

Perhaps, only those that have been bestowed with "infinite wisdom" will remember.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Zheng Qian lit another cigarette.

He placed the revised paper on Professor Ji Muxi's desk.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw her curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.

Don't look at how Professor Ji Muxi usually challenges everyone and everything; as long as someone dared to include the character [An] in their speech, she would immediately pull out a knife. But at this moment, she was so quiet and beautiful.

After thinking about it, he still decided to take the knife she had hidden in a sensitive area inside her clothes and set it aside.

For a young girl, sleeping like that was so dangerous, wasn't it?

He originally thought about carrying her to the soft bed in the lounge next door.

But he was afraid of disturbing her deep sleep.

Zheng Qian covered Professor Ji Muxi with his trench coat. After carefully leaving the office, he said to the Qianlu Group security members waiting at the door, "Ensure Professor Ji Muxi's safety. After she wakes up, escort her to her home in the city."

"Yes!" the security guard said in a deep voice.

Zheng Qian handed over two banknotes with satisfaction... or maybe just one. As a young man, he didn't have much to spend money on.

Originally, the security guard's gaze toward Zheng Qian was full of enthusiasm. This legendary figure who founded the Qianlu Group, who was also the boss of the coolest "Brother Chou" in their hearts, was simply an idol. He would casually throw around tens of billions, as if he were the God of Wealth reincarnated.

But when he saw that Zheng Qian had taken back one of the two hundred-yuan bills he had originally stuffed into his pocket... that tall image instantly collapsed. If it weren't for thinking about his one-million-a-month salary, the baby would really be angry.

Professor Ji Muxi slept for a full 24 hours.

The security personnel at the door even thought for a moment that she had slept to death.

If it weren't for hearing—

"Ah! Zheng Qian! You scumbag, did you do this on purpose!?"

"Don't call me Professor An! I'll kill you!"

"Watch your eyes! Is 'Professor An' something you can call me? Zheng Qian... he can call me that! Isn't it because he's usually too fierce to me, and I dare not talk back? Ah, right! I'm dreaming, hmph, can I let you bully me in my dream? Go to hell!"

"It's over! It's all over!"

When Professor Ji Muxi woke up, it was still the same time she had fallen asleep, 10:30 AM.

This made her have the illusion, did I actually sleep or not?

But when she saw the polished paper on the desk, along with the knife next to it, she knew she had indeed entered a deep sleep. But... wasn't that knife placed "there"? Could it be that Zheng Qian took it out? Thinking of this, her cheeks couldn't help but flush red.

"No, it's impossible. I hid a knife here; ordinary people couldn't possibly know. It must be that after I fell asleep, I felt uncomfortable with it under me and took it out. This paper... it was revised quite efficiently; let me take a look."

Drinking coffee, Professor Ji Muxi began to flip through it. The more she read, the more amazed she felt in her heart. It was revised exactly to her heart's content.

While humorous and witty, it lacked nothing in scientific rigor, with extensive references, vividness, and seriousness. Professor Ji Muxi swore she had never read such an excellent paper, and it even popped out a few English words she didn't recognize from time to time. This kind of English literary proficiency could not be achieved without living in the West for decades and using it as a native language.

The most critical part! When she saw the last paragraph, she was completely broken! Tears welled up instantly.

"650,000 hours... weathering... paving the way for those who come after... the night is beautiful tonight... is the wind still gentle... My god, this... did this really get written by that friend of Zheng Qian's?"

"Although the last sentence is adapted from Natsume, it echoes the first sentence so perfectly..."

"My god, can Science actually be expressed in such a romantic way?"

"I... I might really be in love..."

"What kind of person is he, exactly? What if... what if he's married..."

"What if he's too old? Oh, that doesn't matter. Even if he's sixty, I still want to love him..."

"Oh no, I haven't asked Zheng Qian whether this friend is a man or a woman... Wuwu... I'll love her even if she's a woman..."

Professor Ji Muxi piously held the paper in her arms. She let her tears of emotion flow.

"At this point, it has become art! It's just a pity that the only flaw is that the last paragraph was written by Zheng Qian with a fountain pen! Although I admit his handwriting is not bad, I want his friend's handwritten manuscript even more!"

"Tomorrow... no, now! Right now I'm going to find Zheng Qian. I must meet his friend!"