CHAPTER 792: CHAPTER 264: JUST BEAT THEM TO DEATH

Unfortunately, Qiao Yu seemed to have completely disregarded this matter. Ever since he found out Frank got caught, he hasn’t asked about it once.

There are actually people in this country who are so reckless, trying to pull chestnuts out of the fire. They must really be tired of living.

Of course, this also has to do with Qiao Yu’s proposed space-based defense plan currently being confidential.

But it won’t be for long.

It’s said that once this plan is approved, it won’t remain a secret. Instead, it will directly become part of the interstellar development plan, announced publicly just like the lunar project.

In simple terms, it’s like directly showing your hand and asking the other side if they dare to follow. However, Qiao Yu’s identity as the project initiator probably won’t be disclosed for a long time.

History is always eerily similar.

"Uncle Zheng, what are you thinking about?"

Just as Zheng Xiweng’s mind started to drift, Qiao Yu’s voice pierced his ears again.

"Nothing, I’m just wondering why you hold such a grudge, kid? Was it necessary to tease me like that?" Zheng Xiweng casually deflected.

But he also warned himself to stay alert; it seemed the peaceful days at school had made him lose his edge.

When those under protection are nearby, you absolutely cannot afford to let your mind wander.

Even though the surrounding environment is safe, and many teams are assisting, this job, in particular, cannot afford any mistakes.

Especially considering that he is the last line of defense for Qiao Yu’s safety. So as long as Qiao Yu is around, he should remain highly focused.

"Look at you talking like that. I’m the most peaceful person, where’s the grudge holding? Just feeling sentimental, that’s all. Besides, you are a non-marriage advocate; you should be indifferent to love, right?"

"Alright, enough teasing me. You’ve piled so much work on yourself; the quicker you live now, the busier you’ll be in the coming months. Like you said, you can’t have the project initiated, and then have nothing to show at the year-end summary, can you?"

Zheng Xiweng quipped as he restarted the car.

Initially, Qiao Yu’s research matters had nothing to do with him.

But he couldn’t help it once Qiao Yu proposed the space-based defense plan, and just thinking about it daily tickled Zheng Xiweng’s mind.

It’s not that he had any negative thoughts; Zheng Xiweng simply felt the world’s rules were too many and long overdue for some simplification.

Especially the rules made by those uncivilized people, always feeling uncomfortable just thinking about them. Of course, Zheng Xiweng didn’t intend to represent others, only himself.

"No results to show at the year-end summary? Come on! Uncle Zheng, did you forget I won the Fields Medal this year?

This year I solved the Riemann Conjecture, won the Fields Medal, pioneered quantum simulation calculation methods, and helped the computing institute develop new calculation methods.

I’ve achieved so much this year; any one of these can serve as a year-end summary. Those big shots in the math world would have to respectfully call me ’Big Boss,’ right!

As for why the project team hasn’t produced results; who dares to ask me that? They should ask your people, Uncle Professor Zheng’s folks, if they’re putting in effort and working seriously on research every day?

If not, why could I achieve so much alone, but with them, we can’t produce anything? Shouldn’t these professors reflect on why they’re holding me back?"

Qiao Yu’s quick words even left Zheng Xiweng thinking there was some truth to them.

It felt like those professors who fought tooth and nail to get into Qiao Yu’s project team were rather unfortunate.

Whether they can ascend to glory is uncertain, but if they don’t produce any results, they’ll certainly have to take the blame.

Failing to achieve anything even under the most talented Fields Medalist, they’ll probably be too embarrassed to greet their colleagues outside in the future.

Although Zheng Xiweng isn’t in research, people are all the same.

For instance, if anything happened to Qiao Yu while he was on a close protection duty, especially in the Beijing campus, the first thing he would do is buy a block of tofu and knock himself dead.

No choice; he has his pride.

Moreover, deep down, Zheng Xiweng feels that Qiao Yu’s brain is much more important than his life.

"Okay, you win. So are all plans off for tomorrow? Spend the whole day playing? On campus or heading out?"

"Uncle Zheng, do you have any recommendations? Where in Beijing is good for young people to date?"

"You know I’ve never dated, right? Besides, I’m not young anymore." Zheng Xiweng replied grumpily.

"Never eaten pork but haven’t you seen pigs run? Don’t you have a lot of subordinates? Have none of them ever dated? You can gather insights!

I read papers when I don’t understand something; you can ask the young people under you for advice when you don’t know something. No one is omniscient. Asking around isn’t humiliating."

Zheng Xiweng: "..."

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In fact, Zheng Xiweng was somewhat useful.

In the next few days, Qiao Yu indeed had a great time. Although Xia Keke came to participate in Yanbei University’s high school campus activities this time in name.

Of course, they did enter the campus, but most of the time in Beijing, they wandered around everywhere with Qiao Yu.

They didn’t visit many famous spots but mostly went to good places that Zheng Xiweng found out about.

They’d wander around Wudaoying in the morning, go to Purple Valley Eden to see the flower sea in the afternoon, have dinner at the Central Media’s revolving restaurant, and then head to Shijingshan to experience the fairy tale world at night...

In short, during those four days, Qiao Yu and Xia Keke had a blast. Before leaving, they even went on a shopping spree in the mall together.

Bought gifts for the future father-in-law, mother-in-law, Teacher Lan...

They even prepared a special gift for former desk mate Zhou Shuang—a set of internal high school mock exam papers from a famous school in Beijing.

A thick stack, and if it weren’t for the convenience of modern delivery services, Xia Keke’s petite frame wouldn’t have managed to carry all that.

Primarily because Qiao Yu felt he was really wealthy now! And as for buying papers for Zhou Shuang, it was mainly because he heard this guy turned out to be really capable.

According to Xia Keke’s mom, Zhou Shuang’s first monthly test scores this semester historically entered the top twenty of the entire grade.

Although Star City No.1 Middle School hasn’t yet developed into a proper key school, Zhou Shuang was previously a poor student who struggled with high school entrance exams.

Moreover, he had taken a year off; because he suddenly emerged last year, Star City No.1’s enrollment was quite good, and was only about ten points lower in admission scores compared to Five Small. Compared with other non-famous ordinary high schools, it has started to stand out.

If he can maintain a top twenty position, getting into a mid-tier 985 university should be stable.

Xia Keke’s mom knew about this because Zhou Shuang’s mom found out her child started working hard due to Qiao Yu’s influence and wanted to express gratitude to Qiao Yu.

Frankly, even Qiao Yu didn’t expect this.

After all, in the notorious Class 13, only Zhou Shuang was such an oddball. The guy who once aspired to operate an excavator now has hope of entering a 985 university...

If Xia Keke hadn’t told him, he wouldn’t have believed it; how could someone figure things out so late?

Compared to the simple things in middle school, the math, physics, and chemistry in high school do carry some difficulty.

Goodbyes always leave people melancholic.

Seeing Xia Keke off at the high-speed train, on the way back to Yanbei University, Qiao Yu felt a sense of loss.

Luckily, Qiao Xi was also in the car, allowing the temporary driver, Zheng Xiweng, to escape scrutiny.

"Love is really boring," Qiao Yu finally commented when the car entered Huaqing.

Qiao Xi gave the little guy beside her a glance and remarked, "You can’t just find love boring only when your girlfriend leaves!"

Qiao Yu felt Qiao Xi made a valid point, then suddenly realized he could have been much more relaxed. If it weren’t for Microsoft’s sudden antics...

Hence, another thought popped out: "Blame Microsoft."

"You can’t always go blaming others before you do something. If you’re really unhappy with Microsoft and lack ability, hold it in; if you’ve got the skills, take it down!"

From the driver’s seat, Zheng Xiweng only felt this family was quite abstract...