Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 711: Chapter 392: A Great International Shock!

Zhang Wei is a gentle and generous-looking woman with a very good temperament. Definitely a beauty in the research community. But she’s over thirty years old, and she doesn’t dress up much for laboratory work. So, it’s unrealistic to say she’s very pretty. She definitely couldn’t compete with female stars who rely on their looks for fame.

However, she does have the "research aura."

A research aura is essentially the same as a high-achiever aura, akin to a genius aura. In the field of research, women are relatively at a disadvantage. And a female research genius sounds extraordinary. Add to this the tagline "devoted to the cause of scientific research," and it suddenly feels grand.

As soon as the news about the ’Medical Goddess, Zhang Wei’ circulated, it immediately went viral on the internet.

A lot of netizens began discussing, "I’ve just realised that female high-achievers, female PhDs, and female researchers can also be beautiful!"

"She’s so beautiful and surely she must have suitors, but she’s over 30 and not married, does not even have a boyfriend, she’s completely devoted to her research career. Only such extraordinary researchers could produce such top-grade results!"

"AIDS markers and antibody research? This is a great contribution to humanity’s fight against AIDS. Even though she’s the second author of the research paper, she must be an important participant. She’s really amazing in her thirties!"

"She still can’t measure up to Zhao Yi..."

"Nonsense, Zhao Yi can’t be considered human, there’s no basis for comparison... and Zhao Yi is not pretty..."

"Starting from today, I’m Zhang Wei’s fan!"

"Me too..."

"Me too... As a woman, I loathe those prettier than me, so I still prefer Zhao Yi, aaaah..."

"..."

Zhang Wei became an overnight sensation.

With the online discussions heating up, related reports easily became hot news, attracting many journalists for interviews.

Recently, journalists visiting the research institute for interviews was not an unusual event, but many came specifically for Zhang Wei, with motives that were certainly not just focused on the research.

Zhang Wei instantly felt troubled by her sudden rise to fame.

She previously couldn’t understand why Zhao Yi was always avoiding journalist interviews. Other people would love to have more interviews, more chances to appear on TV, to be in the reports.

Now she understood.

From morning till afternoon, she was constantly interviewing, even impacting her normal work. The work itself wasn’t much of a problem, the research was almost complete and there were others who could assist with the other things. The issue was dealing with journalists for a long period. It did not feel good at all, especially since some journalists would ask tricky questions.

For example, probing into her relationship with Zhao Yi?

What relationship could she have with Zhao Yi? Aren’t they just normal superiors and subordinates, colleagues?

Zhang Wei, feeling frustrated, took time out and walked out of the research institute, heading straight to the university office buildings. She knew Zhao Yi had temporarily moved out of the faculty dormitory to avoid being disturbed and was living in the office building.

...

Zhao Yi had been living in the faculty area for the past few days.

The school had allocated this apartment to him, and everything was furnished. However, he hadn’t lived there for long, and most people were not aware of it. The security guards near the staff building were responsible, and it wasn’t easy for journalists to get in. It was relatively quiet and safe.

The peaceful environment was also conducive to research.

Zhao Yi did not continue his particle mathematics research; instead, he felt he should relax and, in the process, really learn something and enrich his knowledge reserve.

He sporadically visited He Mingcheng’s house, discussing maths problems when he had free time.

Although He Mingcheng had taught Zhao Yi, he later claimed he did ’not acknowledge Zhao Yi’, Zhao Yi still called He Mingcheng ’teacher’. Elder He was indeed old, his energy diminished in his seventies. Fortunately, his health was fine and he could still discuss mathematical problems.

He Mingcheng was extremely proficient in fuzzy mathematics, and in fact, he had some knowledge of every branch of mathematics. Along with his research on differential equations, hollow curve functions, and even topology, the amount of knowledge he had was truly overwhelming to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi could learn from He Mingcheng quite a lot.

When they saw each other every day and sometimes had dinner at Elder He’s house, they would not constantly discuss mathematics. He Mingcheng always wanted to teach Zhao Yi calligraphy, saying that practicing calligraphy can cultivate one’s mood and calm the mind, and so on. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Zhao Yi tried learning it, only to find out that calligraphy was very challenging. He was not surprised that it was difficult but was taken aback at his inability to control the force with the same precision as his brain.

In simple terms...

After observing He Mingcheng write a character, the "Connection Law" could clearly guide him on how to pick up the pen and apply force to mimic the exact same character. But when he actually started writing, he realized that while the knowledge in his mind told him how to do it, he couldn’t control the force as delicately. As a result, the characters he wrote always had some deviations from He Mingcheng’s characters.

He Mingcheng didn’t want to teach anymore. He genuinely did not want to; not because Zhao Yi wasn’t a good student, but because the student was too outstanding.

He briefly pointed out a few points and wrote a few characters...

Zhao Yi could imitate almost perfectly?

Is that even reasonable?

Elder He had practiced characters his whole life. Even without any special talent, he surely couldn’t match the level of a master, but his level wasn’t that low!

And this guy could imitate almost perfectly?

Seeing Zhao Yi’s dissatisfaction with his own writing, He Mingcheng almost told him to leave. Feeling frustrated, he decided to switch to teaching something else, "Let’s do this, no one has been playing chess with me lately. Do you play chess? Let’s have a game."