Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

In fact, it is not difficult to understand the feelings of Ms.

Getting older and not having the courage to start a divorce again is on the one hand; on the other hand, I probably don’t want to drag Meng Zezhi too much-He Zhenli is useless. Both sons have not yet married a wife, and the family has not saved enough. With a few dollars, how could the He family easily let go of the treasure mountain of the Meng family under such circumstances.

As I said with Sister Meng, barefoot people are not afraid to wear shoes, the He family really wants to get entangled, and the Meng family may not be able to withstand it.

To put it bluntly, Sister Meng is trying to calm things down.

Individuals have their own fate, and Meng Ze knows not to comment on this.

As for whether Sister Meng will be able to stand up in the future, Meng Ze knows that he has long planned. When he has the money in his hands, he will buy a house from the ground to the sky in his predecessor's hometown. The price will not be too expensive. Millions are up to the sky. When the time comes, the family will be divided into one level. Firstly, Meng's mother is old and needs someone to take care of; secondly, Meng's second sister and Meng's third brother are watching. Live his life with his neck shrunk.

Whatever he can, Meng Ze knows whether he minds to help.

Looking at the thick pile of scratch paper on the table, Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to rub his temples, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

He knew that as soon as Goldbach conjectured, his mission was half completed.

He looked up at the lower right corner of the computer.

It turned out that this was only November.

Two months have passed since he entered the laboratory.

The research progressed more than half faster than he expected.

Meng Zezhi thought for a while, flipped through the draft paper, and pulled out a piece of paper. In addition to the three characters of variational method being drawn in a circle on the paper, there are also sieve method, circle method, and secret method. Rate law and other words.

With the index finger of his left hand tapping the tabletop, Meng Zezhi wondered whether or not to play a big ticket!

Just thinking about it, a cup of coffee was placed on his right hand.

Meng Zezhi turned his head and looked at it, but it was Zhu Zhengqing. He put down the manuscript in his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

Then he picked up the paper cup, blown off the water vapor above, took a sip, and the warm coffee ran through the throat, suddenly feeling a lot more energetic.

"By the way, how did your experiment go?"

Zhu Zhengqing held the coffee with her eyes slightly bent: "The experiment has been done almost, the paper has written the beginning, and the next project is in preparation."

"So fast!" Meng Zezhi said in surprise.

"It's already slow." Zhu Zhengqing said helplessly.

The implication is that the people in the project team are holding him back.

"That's it." Meng Zezhi smiled, and just said: "That's all right, do you have time in the afternoon? If you say yes, I will invite you to dinner, until now."

"Yes." Zhu Zhengqing was in a better mood.

Goldbach conjectures here, probably because of the experience of successful proof using the variational method. For Meng Zezhi, the calculation is more than twice as simple.

On the contrary, the experiment of AIDS specific drugs that has been going smoothly has encountered a bottleneck.

This is about his life and whether he can successfully complete the task.

Meng Zezhi began to reside in the laboratory. For this reason, he deliberately cleaned up a small compartment in the laboratory with a single bed inside. He usually squinted on the bed when he was tired from doing experiments.

When Zhu Zhengqing arrived in the laboratory, he saw such a scene.

Meng Zezhi lay on the bed, like an old man, covered with a quilt, and a down jacket over the quilt, and his shoes crookedly placed on the head of the bed.

Zhu Zhengqing subconsciously eased his steps.

He walked over and squatted down.

Meng Zezhi belongs to the kind that is particularly attractive, and he is really handsome as he looks.

Zhu Zhengqing pursed the corner of her lips, and his gaze fell on the stubble on Meng Zezhi's chin, but the corner of her eye could not help but moved up by a centimeter.

No one knows anyway.

This sentence flashed through Zhu Zhengqing's mind.

His eyes flickered slightly, obviously a little moved.

After hesitating for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly lowered his ears and leaned over as his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and his lips pressed against the corners of Meng Zezhi's mouth.

Soft, like pudding.

He was red with ear tips, his eyes staring slightly, and his tongue licked.

Well, it doesn't taste like.

But at this moment, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang.

Meng Zezhi opened his eyes suddenly.

At the next moment, like a bird of fright, Zhu Zhengqing backed away in a panic.

Meng Zezhi was stunned for a moment. He reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, as if there was still some warmth on it.

He looked up at Zhu Zhengqing in disbelief.

Zhu Zhengqing had already stabilized his position, his ears were red, and the corners of his lips were pursed, and there was an aura of'I didn't do anything' all over his body.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi vaguely felt that his heart seemed to be beating a little fast. He opened his mouth, and he couldn't say anything.

But it does not prevent him from drawing the conclusion that Zhu Zhengqing likes him.

How to say?

When he was young, it was not that he did not have longing for love, and he had met several elders who helped introduce him, women, and ended up unsuccessfully due to various reasons. When I get older, my dealings with feelings will be much lighter, and I will be immersed in scientific research, and I will remain alone until I die.

So Meng Zezhi never felt that he was gay, but if the other party was Zhu Zhengqing...

Meng Zezhi raised his head and glanced at him, his heart warmed, I have to say that Zhu Zhengqing's looks really fit his eyes.

But he is here to do the task, and he may leave the world when he finishes the task, so why delay others.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi's eyes were dim.

But at this moment, a cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded in his mind: "Ding, hello host. In order to improve the employee welfare system and increase the enthusiasm of employees at work, Kao Gongsi recently formulated and launched a new policy. Host. You can stay in the mission world for one year, and so on, if you only pay 20 points of merit, we hereby inform you that there is no cap."

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi's heartbeat slowed for a while.

Neither of them spoke, as the phone rang unscrupulously.

Meng Zezhi's silence overwhelmed Zhu Zhengqing's last trace of composure. He was flustered and his mind was chaotic. Fortunately, Xu Yehua appeared in time at this time and saved him.

Xu Yehua waved a magazine and rushed into the laboratory with people rushing into the laboratory, and shouted out of breath: "Professor Zhu, Professor Zhu, something happened..."

Zhu Zhengqing regained his senses abruptly. He raised his head and glanced at Meng Zezhi, the corners of his lips were pressed into a straight line, and then he turned and left the cubicle.

Meng Zezhi calmed down, grabbed the phone and turned off the alarm clock, got up and got out of bed, and followed out.

"what's happenin?"

With a solemn expression on her face, with a scent of gritted teeth, Xu Yehua handed the magazine in her hand to Zhu Zhengqing: "Just look at it."

Zhu Zhengqing took a look at the magazine, and what caught his eye was a paper. The title of the paper was: "EffectofCX3CR1onHumanHepatocellularCarcinomaCellsandItsMechaism"

The translation is: the study of the effect of chemokine receptors on human liver cancer cells and its mechanism.

Zhu Zhengqing's expression changed slightly, and he continued to look down. Except for the author, which he didn't know, the entire paper, including the experimental procedures and experimental data, was exactly the same as the paper he was about to finish.

"This is the journal that just arrived this morning," Xu Yehua said with a sullen expression: "I checked the author of this paper, who is an assistant professor at a Pheasant University in the United States."

Obviously, their research results have been stolen.

"Check!" Zhu Zhengqing said coldly.

He would never tolerate that his hard work over the past two months was so frustrated.

The author has something to say: Zhu Zhengqing: Because I look good, even if I molest others, people who see me will only call me cute ﹌○﹋