usatvline Chapter 518 - 287: Me, Chongchong Fox, Show Off Today_2
Chapter 518 - 287: Me, Chongchong Fox, Show Off Today_2
But this guy, his level is quite limited.
[We tried to invite Gu Lingtong over, but he refused]
Gu Lingtong?
Bai Mo remembers him too; he’s the Sequence Seven developed by the Immortal Committee through technological acceleration, a little fatty who once visited West State during Su Yaoyao’s promotion.
In the group chat, Mo Lanyou immediately spoke up.
[What does refusal mean?]
[Is he taking his salary and subsidy for free? Enjoying the benefits for nothing?]
[On what grounds can he refuse?]
Committee Member Gu Lin replied.
[Expert Mo, calm down]
[The Divination Path is too special, too mystical, with many taboos]
[Things they’re unwilling to do, words they’re unwilling to say, we typically don’t force them]
[Moreover, Expert Gu Lingtong has been running a high fever for three days, lying in the intensive care unit; in terms of feelings and reason, it’s difficult for us to invite him]
Mo Lanyou continued his sarcastic remarks.
[The fever sure picks the right time]
Bai Mo expressionlessly turned off his phone and stopped paying attention.
Continuing to read the literature.
After the summary, came the specific research documents.
While reading this document, Bai Mo only felt its content was thorough and clear, without any fluff, every word worth its weight in gold!
So much so that his speed in scrolling the mouse wheel slowed down greatly.
"Hmm... Makes sense.
"This author... Really amazing."
At the bottom, he found the intriguing paper had no follow-up.
[Being entered into the database]
Not yet entered?
What does this mean?
Bai Mo was momentarily confused, didn’t quite understand.
He immediately sent the paper’s number to Fang Xiaoyu.
"Secretary Fang, please help me inquire about this."
Fang Xiaoyu immediately responded, putting aside her current work to help Bai Mo inquire.
...
After lunch, the three people and the fox, satiated.
Chongchong Fox lay on the table, limbs sprawled out, his round belly bulging, looking utterly content.
Today’s lunch ordered was an eight-person portion of spicy hot pot takeout, and Chongchong Fox performed steadily, leaving half a bowl... of soup.
Fang Xiaoyu was about to take a rest when she suddenly saw the email response on the table.
"Oh, Expert Bai Mo, regarding the series of papers you asked me about, people replied.
"They said they are working overtime to input them into the database, but... the progress is slow, can’t be sped up."
What?
Bai Mo was even more perplexed.
A paper, isn’t it supposed to be computer-written?
...
In the bright and sunny corridor, Bai Mo and others had strange expressions.
"There’s really handwritten ones!
"Handwritten papers, hand-drawn illustrations, handcrafted specimens!
"Professor Ye, who has taught at our West University his whole life, researched plant leaves for decades, all his achievements are handwritten!
"He’s too old, his standing is too high, not submitting to journals, not attending conferences or publishing results, and nobody bothers him.
"Coincidentally, this past month, he actively requested the academy to give him some research students to help him input his papers into the computer."
Bai Mo clicked his tongue, quite amazed.
Scientists, each striving to do projects and publish papers?
There really are those who bury themselves in research for decades, quietly existing?
With Fang Xiaoyu and Wu Qingyun, he came to a laboratory door.
Without knocking, they heard loud reprimands inside!
"Carefully with that claw of yours!
"Didn’t you see the paper is yellowing? It’s fragile, can’t handle your pulling!
"You copied the word wrong, dummy!
"Cough cough cough..."
The old man berates while coughing, each scolding session needing pauses to rest.
Bai Mo, carrying the disciple Chongchong Fox, tugged at his mouth, gently knocked on the door.
By coincidence, the door wasn’t properly closed, a gentle knock made it swing open.
Inside the vast laboratory, seven or eight research students sat in a row, watching computers, transcribing literature, shrinking their heads, silent as mice.
The old man, white-haired and hunchbacked, waved his cane, spitting in rage behind them.
"The drawing you made is so dumb, didn’t learn sketching?
"Can’t draw, why are you studying for plants!
"Cough cough cough..."
Even a student watering the old man’s flowers wasn’t spared from scolding.
"Be careful, if you damage my Centennial Orchid, I won’t spare you!
This pot of flowers is worth more than you!
"Cough, cough, cough..."
As he cursed, the old man occasionally took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and coughed, struggling to catch his breath.
Hearing the commotion, the old man turned around and saw Bai Mo and others.
His wrinkled, age-spotted face immediately darkened.
"Bai Mo?
So you’re the one who wants to see my papers?
I’m eighty-eight this year, and I don’t have many years left, so I’m not afraid of you charlatans!
My papers aren’t for just anyone to see, and with your attitude, I certainly won’t show you!
Look at yourself, you come to the lab for academic work, bringing girls and a fat dog, do you think being handsome is impressive?"
Attitude?
Bai Mo smirked.
Girls?
Fang Xiaoyu and Wu Qingyun were stunned.
Fat dog?
Who’s the fat dog calling names!?
Chongchong Fox was furious!
With a howl, it jumped off its master’s shoulder!
Charged with its shoulder, it knocked away the graduate student caring for the Centennial Orchid!
Facing the pot of flowers treasured by the old man, it extended its fox claw and scratched away, shredding leaves to the ground!
Grabbed the nearby shovel and stabbed it numerous times, scattering soil everywhere!
Then picked up the clear water nearby, gulped it down, and "gurgle-gurgled" a mouthful before spraying it onto the Centennial Orchid!
The old man stared at the Centennial Orchid, stunned for a moment, clutching his chest, rolling his eyes, body leaning back, "You... you... you..."
Just as he was about to faint, Chongchong Fox dodged aside, allowing him to see the Centennial Orchid.
After the rough treatment, the Centennial Orchid, with fewer branches and leaves, loosened soil, and a sprinkle of water, remarkably showed branches and leaves visibly perking up!
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The old man patted his chest, catching a breath, then squinted down at the Centennial Orchid.
Took out reading glasses from his pocket, examined the pot of Centennial Orchid, and instantly beamed with joy.
"Wow, this... this is the legendary Immortal Beast!
Immortal, truly it is immortal!
"Hahaha!"
Chongchong Fox jumped back onto its master’s shoulder, in the amazed gaze of the graduate students, swaggered with hands behind its back, chest out - looking every bit the horticulture master!
On Fox Mountain, it even cares for Immortal Grass!
This earthly shabby flower is no challenge at all!
With just a little demonstration, it asked the old man whether he was impressed!
Of course, the old man was convinced, bending difficulty to watch the pot for a long while, still unable to figure out the principle behind the Immortal Beast’s operation.
Bai Mo awkwardly laughed beside.
Chongchong Fox actually doesn’t grow Immortal Grass on Fox Mountain... it is responsible for slicing Immortal Grass.
These pruning, trimming, and loosening of soil actions, at least didn’t make any mistakes.
The crucial factor was that final mouthful of rinse water... eating too many earthly treasures on Fox Mountain, with just this rinse water, could revive the Centennial Orchid even if struck by lightning.
Professor Ye watched for a long time, still couldn’t understand.
"Forget it... I’m already half in the coffin, why bother thinking about these?
Expert Bai Mo, are you interested in my research?"
The old man’s attitude greatly changed, pulling Bai Mo’s hand, leading him into the room.
The room revealed a surprisingly large space!
Inside were desks and cabinets filled with notebooks both old and new.
Some notebooks were decades old, paper yellowed and brittle.
Some were recent, filled with writing.
On the desk were piles of paintings, opened to reveal botanical leaf illustrations.
The hand-drawn designs, one meter square, vivid and detailed, depicted leaf surfaces and veins... with notes densely filling the edges and corners.
Professor Ye sighed.
"I’m getting old; my eyesight is poor, and my hands tremble. I can’t draw anymore.
The one you have is the last one I drew two years ago."
Bai Mo looked at the drawings, quite admiring.
"Your scholarly work is incredible!"
The old man chuckled.
"Nonsense.
You came to the wrong place!
I don’t have anything new here; my research level isn’t great, and I can’t produce new findings.
For decades, I’ve been compiling and organizing others’ work.
What I have, you can find all online.
Your Immortal Committee always demands the latest technology and research, right?
Which I don’t have here."