I really just want to be a scholar

Chapter 200 Is this paper accepted or not?

The editor-in-chief Huang Feipeng has been working in the magazine since he graduated from graduate school, and has been working with Xiao Mao for nearly six years.

Most of the papers he usually checks are recommended by professors from various universities after contacting them, and then sent to the work mailbox of the editorial department. If paper papers.

He didn't dare to neglect, put down the work at hand, gave priority to reviewing this paper, read it carefully, Huang Feipeng nodded secretly.

As expected of the paper sent by Editor-in-Chief Xiao himself, the academic level of this paper is high, and it should not be a problem for the expert group to pass the review.

Huang Feipeng subconsciously looked at the author's information at the end of the paper while drinking from a water glass.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of tea was sprayed out, onto the screen of the computer.

He frantically put away the paper on the table. Thank God, the manuscript didn't get wet or dirty.

When the colleagues next door heard the exaggerated movement, they all looked over in unison, and burst out laughing when they saw Huang Feipeng in a panic.

Another young editor-in-chief joked, "Brother Peng, this is the first time I've seen you spitting blood when reviewing papers? Which school sent you such rubbish? Let's block it from now on!"

Huang Feipeng handed over the paper without any hassle: "You hold it for me." He quickly wiped the sprayed seat with a paper towel.

The young editor-in-charge flipped through it: "Proving the Existence and Multiple Solutions of Nonlinear Fractional Differential Equations with Infinite Point Integral Boundary Conditions"? This topic is okay. Look at this topic, the name, and the content should not be too rubbish That's right...let me see...um..."

"The level of this paper is very high! It should be regarded as the highest level among the manuscripts I have received recently. Brother Peng, why are you spraying blood?"

Huang Feipeng had just arranged his seat, and said angrily, "Look at the author's information."

"The author should be Qingmu, a senior undergraduate student of Beiyan University, or even a first-year graduate student? What's so interesting... Huh? Class [-] and [-] of Yingyuan Private High School in Yuanzhou City? A math teacher actually came to vote for our magazine, yes It’s not that I didn’t read the submission requirements. We only accept papers written by college students, not those written by teachers.”

Huang Feipeng pointed to the author's name: "Didn't you find that the name of this class in this school is very familiar?"

"Sakura High School, sophomore...Qin Ke? Damn! Could it be the high school mathematics god 'Qin Ke' who has been very popular on the Internet recently?"

"The class name of the same school, and a copy of the student ID card behind it, what do you think?"

"Holy shit, high school students are so against the sky now? Impossible! This Qin Ke is only a sophomore in high school, even if he is a genius, and he taught himself the mathematics courses in college early, it is impossible to write such a high-quality paper? This Is it 'old with new'? Hey, there is no corresponding author, that is to say... this is not 'old with new', is it purely original by Qin Ke? Wait...I'll scan it and check for duplicates."

The young editor in charge skillfully completed the process of scanning and entering, logged on to the academic website to check for plagiarism, and then widened his eyes again: "0.71% plagiarism check rate... This paper has never been published before!"

Several responsible editors around heard the conversation between the two, and they all gathered around curiously, and took papers to read carefully.

"It's really good. The argument is rigorous and flawless, and the viewpoint is novel. It's a masterpiece."

"Looking pleasing to the eye, good paper!"

"The question is, can a sophomore in high school be able to write it? This requires at least four or five years of calculus study and study, and it is possible to write it with the guidance of a master and hard work, right?"

Huang Feipeng said with a bitter face: "This is not the key, the key is... this is a high school student's paper, do you think I will give him the first review? Our journal's acceptance requirements have not changed for a hundred years. The papers of college students are not accepted, even those who have graduated and worked, let alone a paper written by a high school student.”

"This is..."

"And..." Huang Feipeng lowered his voice, "This is from Editor-in-Chief Xiao."

Immediately there were sympathetic looks from all around, and the boss handed it in person, which showed a very clear signal.

Someone suggested: "Why don't you... call Qin Ke first and conduct regular academic research? If his level is not good enough and the authenticity of the paper is doubtful, we have a reason to reject it."

"Okay." Huang Feipeng sighed. Since editor-in-chief Xiao was willing to submit the manuscript in person, he must have done some research, but according to the process, the authenticity of the author's academic level must be verified.

The editors in charge looked at each other and suggested, "Turn on the hands-free, we want to hear it too."

"Okay." Huang Feipeng quickly called Qin Ke.

After 10 minutes, the elegant phone call ended, and the editorial department was dead silent, and everyone was in shock.

"Oh my god, what kind of monstrous high school student is this? He answers all questions in seconds! I think ninety-nine percent of undergraduate mathematics majors in the country are ashamed to die compared to him!"

"At least judging from the question and answer just now, there is no doubt that this paper was written by him."

"It's amazing, it's amazing! Before I heard young people on the Internet calling him 'Qin God', I was a little bit sniffy, and now I want to call him that too..."

"A high school student writing such a high-quality calculus paper is a precedent for our Xia Kingdom for a hundred years? I remember decades ago, Master Hua in the mathematics world, but he successfully published an academic paper in the first semester of his freshman year. Paper, this matter has been written into the history books. Now Qin Ke is considered to... break the record again?"

"Uh... Speaking of which, the authenticity of the paper has been checked, should we accept this paper or not?"

The editors in charge looked at each other.

Huang Feipeng knew that accepting this manuscript would definitely cause heated discussions within "Xiaguo University Mathematics and Practice Analysis", and even cause an uproar in the mathematics world, but remembering that it was handed over by Editor-in-Chief Xiao himself, Editor-in-Chief Xiao knew him well Grace.

He gritted his teeth: "Accept, this is at least the academic level of a fourth-year undergraduate mathematics major in a top-notch university like Qingbei, why not accept it? Anyway, the question and answer just now was recorded according to the regulations, and I have passed the preliminary review. Now Take it to the editor-in-chief Xiao to sign for review, and then pass it to the expert group to arrange time for demonstration!"

……

As Huang Feiteng expected, this paper really aroused fierce debate among the reviewers.

Several relatively young experts who are over 40 years old tend to agree with the value of this paper and think that it should be reviewed, but those senior and stubborn old experts are firmly opposed.

A seventy-year-old expert was the first to attack: "Are you kidding? Is this a paper that a high school student can write?"

"I think it should be true. Everyone has heard the recording files. This Qin Ke's level of calculus is indeed quite good."

"A high school student, even a gifted high school student, can learn to such a level by self-study? Then do you still need to go to college? Then why do you need us professors? Let's go home and rest with all our bags! Never Possibly, I think there is a high probability that it is 'the old brings the new'. Qin Ke just memorized the knowledge points that may be asked. After all, the questions Huang Feipeng raised were all for this paper, and did not ask about calculus. Another field!"

"We can contact Qin Ke face to face to verify this..."

　Make up for the three shifts owed yesterday

　　
　
(End of this chapter)