Chapter 182: until

Lin Xiangxi thought, what was she thinking before she saw this piece of paper?
If it is now a time interception.
Before the cut-off point at this time, he bowed his wings at low altitude, and Lao Lin refused to answer. Manager Zhang finished his story. On the road outside the window, a gray car was leaving the street.
Everything seems to have come to an end.
Yes, before I saw this piece of paper, she probably felt that she had no room for change.
But actually?
In fact, Lin Zhaoxi did not want to look at the contents of the paper carefully, but suddenly noticed a word that she quickly became familiar with in these few hours - graphisomorphism.
She took another look and confirmed that it was a printed manuscript of the e-mail.
The mail is all in English, it looks like a template for the formula, look up - dearlin.
And signed...
The signature is edititorialoffice.
Lin Chaoxi frowned, sat down in the old Lin's office chair and read it carefully.
Her English is still too hard. It is not difficult to read a simple reply letter. It can be repeated once, twice, or three times. When she has finished reading it three times, she only feels that the whole body is completely flushed to the heart, her limbs are cold, and she holds the paper. The hands are shaking slightly.
Manager Zhang was still sitting in the sofa and seeing her look different. She came over and looked at the things in her hand.
"Email reply, I thought you found the Laolin diagnosis."
Lin Chaoxi played a spirit and realized that this was another joke. If it is a traditional plot, then she will unexpectedly see an old forest concealing her serious diagnosis report, but in fact, this letter in her hand is probably more desperate than all serious reports.
After a brief shock, Lin calmed down. She has experienced a lot of big winds today, not bad.

Can I borrow a computer?
she asked Manager Zhang.
"There is a power-on password. I am going to ask you for someone to ask. There should be a record."
"I will try it first." Lin Chou got permission, directly press the old office computer, the screen lights up, she enters a string of numbers, the Enter key, the computer unlocks.
Manager Zhang is speechless: "Father and daughter are united."
Lin Zhaoxi explained: "It's a good guess, his favorite number is this string."
Lin Zhaoxi began to search for which one of the signature editorialoffices. Later, she found that she was stupid. This is the top academic journal of mathematics. Many world-renowned mathematics studies have been published, and Lin Zhaoxi is more serious.
The mail was sent a few months ago, and the entire email reply said three things.
1. Thank you for the reaction of Lao Lin.
2. Professor Feng's manuscript is still in the review process by reviewers. The editorial department attaches great importance to the academic misconduct of Laolin's reaction and hopes that Laolin will submit more evidence.
3. The deadline is June 30th.
On June 30th, it was circled by a red pen.
The exact time in the lower right corner of the computer is displayed.
14:116/30
Lin dynasty solidified in front of the computer.
Her first reaction was to ask what happened to Lao Lin, but she did experience a lot today. Instinct knows that she should not call now, but should clear the clues.
Several important pieces of information can be inferred from this letter.
First, Prof. Feng’s graph isomorphism is indeed related to Lao Lin.
First, Lao Lin believes that Professor Feng's thesis has designed academic misconduct and has written to the editorial department.
Third, due to various reasons such as reviewing the manuscript, the deadline for the editorial department to give evidence to Lao Lin is due today.
Lin Chaoxi showed the back of Lao Lin when he left the noodle shop. There was a light mist on the glass door. He left like this and said nothing.
She is sure to know that Lao Lin gave up.
He did not submit any so-called evidence, would not make more statements about this matter, and would not even tell her any story behind this matter.
He did not continue any more.
However, why?
If it is just impossible to submit additional evidence, Lao Lin will not turn and leave. He has experienced so much in his life, he has always been frank, and he has even written letters, but he gave up at the last minute.
So, what is it?
Lin Chaoxi licked his lips, remembering that in the evening before, in the red sunset, she stood by her side and watched the boys copy a few pages of paper.
At that time, she was still immersed in the excitement of the modeling contest, and even after being labeled by the boys as the "academic circle", she was more confused.
Back home that night, Lao Lin looked at the girl idol draft in the yard. She also asked Lao Lin about the "academic circle". Now think about it a little, she can still recall the answer from Lao Lin's understatement.
- Not as good as you think, not as bad as you think.
Lao Lin is saying that. With a little quiet thought, but still easy and peaceful.
There was a very light humming in the yard, and the breath was honeysuckle. It really didn't take a few days. But now think about it, it always seems like a dream.
In the dream, she took the sheets of paper by herself, but never thought that one day she would come out of her dreams and would encounter such truth.
The mobile phone was placed on Laolin's desk by her. Lin's hand picked up the phone and shivered, but it was very good.
There are several missed calls on the screen, they come from the old forest, and there is a lot of unread information. But she did not open WeChat, and did not reverse the old forest, but directly pressed another string.
If Lao Lin wrote to the editorial office, it is possible to write to others.
The "beep" sound lasted for a long time.
For a long time, she felt that her fingers were numb, as if she were in the depths of the extremely quiet universe.
It was very lightly "fed" until someone called the phone.
The background sounds burst into flames, and the students in the magnificent school gym are full of people, and the students are shouting in excitement.
It is very noisy to fill the ear, but Lin Xixi feels that in the vast world, it seems that she and the person on the phone.
They stood face to face, and they were all dark, as if there were no other people and no more important things. She can hold the letter paper and ask him questions without any hindrance. There is no need to lay the groundwork: "I want to ask a question."
"it is good."
"I know that you are obeying the principle of confidentiality, so you only need to answer me ‘yes’ or ‘no’. If it is not convenient to answer, please don’t talk.

"I will."

On the day of the modeling contest, I went to the office to find you. At that time, I was put a few pages of paper to copy, which is an important material related to the isomorphic paper that Professor Feng is preparing to publish, right?

"Yes."
"Is it a letter, a letter to Professor Zeng?"
"Correct."

The letter was received by Professor Zeng recently, less than a month?

"Yes."
"In that letter, Professor Feng’s academic misconduct was revealed?" Lin asked.
The phone is silent.
"Can't you answer this?"
"No." The sound of 裴 淡 sounded lightly.
"I do not understand."
"No, the letter did not reveal what you said, Professor Feng Deming's academic misconduct." Yan Zhi said, "The letters have been from beginning to end, and they all explain the problems in Professor Feng's proof paper."
"what is the problem?"
"Although Professor Feng has completed the certificate, it is a pity that the exact figure isomorphism should not belong to the npc problem." He paused, although they were very far away, but Lin Xiyue clearly heard the saying, "That Anonymous author of the letter, I hope that Professor Zeng will retell this view, that is, the proof is wrong."
The expression of 裴 再 is clear, but the earphones are still filled with noisy background sounds, but quiet. Lin sang for a while, only to understand what is going on.
It was really not an illusion that she heard "the proof frame was wrong" outside the door.
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