Chapter 82

"Then you must have been a top student in high school," Fan Yuchen flattered, knowing well that her own good grades in high school had come at the cost of much time and effort.

"Pretty good, usually in the top three of the school," Zhuo Chuan said with confidence. His school was a key municipal school in a province known for its rigorous exams. The top three students in his school could easily be the top scorers in other provinces. This was no exaggeration. He remembered how his classmates often sighed when they saw the undergraduate admission scores in other provinces, which were around 500 points, and the admission scores for top universities were just a bit over 600.

"High school studies are very busy. How did you find time for such research? It must have been quite time-consuming," Fan Yuchen was puzzled. She had heard stories of geniuses who didn't need to spend much time studying, but she had never seen one in her own circle. After entering college, she had seen many top students who planned every minute of their day and maintained the same intensity of study as before the college entrance exam.

"Really? I remember the coursework was very tight back then," Fan Yuchen shook her head. "The teachers were very strict, and I doubt you had much free time."

"Of course, but I have a very strong memory and computational ability. I usually finished my homework quickly and used my self-study time to derive formulas," Zhuo Chuan continued to boast.

"Which school did you graduate from?" Fan Yuchen asked, pressing further.

"I graduated from Qi University, I'm your senior. Things were too urgent before, so I didn't mention this," Zhuo Chuan said with a smile.

"So we are alumni. You were my senior," Fan Yuchen was pleased, but then she frowned. "Qi University is a great school, at least the best in the province, but it's not top-ranked nationally. With your grades, why didn't you go to a better school?"

"At that time, Qi University had a scholarship system. If you scored above a certain threshold, you could get four years of free tuition. Plus, if you were in the top half of the class, you could get a full scholarship," Zhuo Chuan was not hesitant to explain.

Fan Yuchen could speak this way because she was also a graduate of the same school. It was a common practice to criticize one's own school, but not others.

"I see, that makes sense," Fan Yuchen said softly, then found another point of curiosity. "You mentioned your strong memory and computational ability. You said you didn't keep any drafts of your papers because you were confident in your memory, right?"

"Yes, I have a lot of confidence in my memory. I memorized the formulas I wrote and then burned them," Zhuo Chuan said with a smile.

"Were you worried about plagiarism?" Fan Yuchen now understood. She remembered how, when she first started working part-time at the company, her hard-prepared translations were used by others without much acknowledgment. As a newcomer, she could only endure it.

Zhuo Chuan, with such a significant discovery, was well aware of the risks. To destroy the drafts required a strong memory to confidently reproduce the work.

"Yes, such things happen too often. I have no background, and if someone saw my research content early, it would be a hassle. I don't want to be disturbed before I succeed," Zhuo Chuan had already prepared these reasons.

"Uh-huh," Fan Yuchen, who had initially been skeptical, now believed every word Zhuo Chuan said. She didn't think about how no scientist in history had ever burned their research notes out of carelessness.

Seeing that it wasn't too late, Zhuo Chuan suggested driving Fan Yuchen back. She didn't refuse.

Driving to the entrance of the girls' dormitory at Qi University, Fan Yuchen confirmed that she had graduated from there.

"That room 214 in the opposite boys' dormitory is where I lived for four years," Zhuo Chuan pointed to a window in the opposite dormitory building, somewhat nostalgically.

Fan Yuchen turned to look and saw a telescope faintly aiming at the girls' dormitory from behind the window.

Fan Yuchen gave Zhuo Chuan a half-smile, making him feel quite awkward.

Basic needs are basic needs; they don't change with time or the people living there.

Zhuo Chuan sighed inwardly, feeling helpless that his reminiscence was disturbed by a junior.

"At that time, you must have been busy with research and had no time for such thoughts," Fan Yuchen teased, her mind already wandering.

"Yes, not just then, but even now. I don't have the time for such things," Zhuo Chuan naturally had his own needs, but he could control himself. Unlike Dong Ze, who couldn't control himself and paid a heavy price.

"Oh, so you're still single. You'll be very busy in the future, a true diamond bachelor, with wealth, talent, and good looks," Fan Yuchen smiled.

"The first two I know, but the last one, didn't you repeat it?" Zhuo Chuan also smiled. At this moment, he didn't mind relaxing a bit. He had been tense for a long time, and many things in the modern world didn't require such urgency.

"Of course, it's about your physique. You guys like girls with good figures, and girls are the same. Otherwise, why would there be so many bodybuilding shows?" After saying this, Fan Yuchen left gracefully, leaving only her back view.

Zhuo Chuan subconsciously touched his strong abs, realizing that the last benefit from the new world had landed on this.

Indeed, even the most innocent girl has a restless heart, he thought, smiling as he watched her graceful departure.

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Monday came quickly. When Zhuo Chuan arrived at the company, he was slightly surprised to see a huge banner hanging at the entrance.

"Congratulations to our company's General Manager Zhuo Chuan for his paper being published in the world's top scientific journal, Nature!"

The content of the banner was a bit odd, but it didn't affect the impact it had on passersby. Most of the people on this floor were employees of Zhuo Chuan's company.

Most of the employees here had higher education and understood what Nature was, at least they wouldn't confuse it with elementary school textbooks.

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