The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 352 - : 135 Face Slap, Second Work by Bai Lian (Second Update)_2

Chapter 352: 135 Face Slap, Second Work by Bai Lian (Second Update)_2

The other people present weren’t much different from him.

After reading a section, they had to look up the professional vocabulary.

The report was over a dozen pages long with many charts included, and it took these people half an hour and they were still not done.

Bai Shaoqi cast a curious glance—

She couldn’t understand it.

She stood up, told Song Min before leaving Boyuan Base, since everyone else was busy poring over the report.

Another half an hour later, Pei Qin and Ning Xiao were the first to finish reading the report.

Pei Qin looked at Wang Xu in shock, “How did you manage this?”

Bai Lian wasn’t there that evening, and everyone knew she typed slowly, so they all assumed it was Wang Xu’s own work.

“It’s really simple,” Wang Xu said, looking at Pei Qin and shrugging.

“You…” Tang Ming was also shocked, “Versailles?”

“No,” Wang Xu smiled, “ctrl+c, ctrl+v. Don’t you know how to do that?”

ctrl+c?

ctrl+v?

“Copy and paste?” Song Min frowned, “This is clearly our data; where did you copy and paste from?”

“Wasn’t I working on a paper with Sister Bai,” Wang Xu looked at the computer screen, “Sister Bai had the content all sorted out, but the formatting was a complete mess. Although the content I worked with was barely presentable, at least my formatting was correct, so I pasted her content into my format.”

“So, all of this…” Pei Qin and Song Min were even more astonished, “was written by her?”

How could she know so much?

On-site, probably only Ning Xiao remained composed.

If the group knew what Bai Lian had been looking at every day, they wouldn’t be so surprised.

Having started viewing summaries every day since her senior year of high school, professional terms were second nature to her, and the overarching direction of her research was similar to the summaries she read. How could someone with such a big-picture outlook not write well?

**

The next day.

Academic report.

Held in the lecture hall.

Academic reports by high-school students, in the past, wouldn’t attract many professors, but today, a row of them sat in the back along with experts.

As the students entered the classroom, they were engulfed by the solemn atmosphere.

None dared to look back.

“Academician Ma,” Wang Xu, grabbing Tang Ming’s arm in excitement, said, “Did you see Academician Ma sitting in the center? He actually came to listen to our presentation.”

Members of other groups were also abuzz: “He must have come for Dr. Gao.”

“…”

At seven fifty, Gao Jiachen arrived; he first approached Academician Ma and respectfully greeted him, “Academician Ma, thank you for coming.”

Academician Ma looked up and nodded slightly.

Next to him, other big shots from the physics department also greeted Gao Jiachen, “Bright future ahead.”

Eight o’clock.

The first group went up to present, and it was Liang Wuyu’s group, with Liang Wuyu as the presenter.

Everyone, including the row of professors at the back, listened attentively.

“This is Liang Wuyu, indeed someone who has been in the lab. In a few years, she could compete with He Wen…” The professors nodded in agreement, and the professor sitting on the edge, who had lectured Bai Lian and the others on the first day, scribbled a high score—

90.

This was an affirmation of Liang Wuyu.

After this group finished.

It was Ling Ziyao’s group’s turn, and overall, they were much worse than Liang Wuyu’s group, resulting in the people at the back losing interest. Gao Jiachen, as their training teacher, gave a score of 81.

Subsequent presentations were worse than the one before.

“Director Huang,” the professor sitting on the edge whispered to the middle-aged man next to him, “do you think your teacher really came for Gao Jiachen?”

They hadn’t found anything particularly noteworthy in this academic report after so long.

Only Liang Wuyu’s group had been somewhat impressive.

The middle-aged man paused before glancing at the director sitting in the center, “Well… maybe the teacher just wanted to see the new generation in action. Ah, it’s the last group now; let’s listen first.”

He straightened up.

Someone handed out the last group’s paper report to each professor.

Although Director Huang spoke of listening to the presentation, he hadn’t actually flipped through the report, and neither had the other professors.

Truthfully, they hadn’t bothered to look at the papers after the first group. Accustomed to Jiangjing’s group of graduate and doctoral students’ papers, and having seen countless SCI papers, the reports by these high school seniors were riddled with too many flaws, with nothing worthwhile to explore.

The more they read, the more they felt the need to cleanse their eyes, and it was troubling.

Director Huang’s colleague casually tossed the report aside and then looked up to see a girl stepping onto the stage.

The classroom was well-heated, and the girl wore a somewhat thick white cross-collared shirt with dark bamboo leaves embroidered on it, paired with a black and gold brocade horse-face skirt that rippled with gold as she moved.