Mage Joan

Opening abstract, index at the end, acknowledgement...

What's the use of these things?

Joan was subtlely influenced by Master Rolls, and subconsciously regarded these formatted things as bells and whistles of formalism, and he did not care much in his heart.

He reads a paper and only cares about dry goods.

Determination, argument, conclusion, plus experimental data and calculation process.

Other non-nutritious texts, even a glance, just didn't go to my heart.

When he spent a lot of time and energy, preparing all the writing materials, sorting out his ideas, and writing his own essays, as far as writing skills are concerned, he is still a layman.

It took Joan two days to write a draft paper.

In this nearly 20,000-word article, Joan discusses in detail the physiological structure, living habits, habitat and ethnic characteristics of several arachnids in the underground world.

The research samples selected by Joan are all creatures he has personally dealt with, including mutant spiders, sword-footed spiders, phased spiders and deformed spiders.

Joan named this paper he wrote as "Analyzing Arachnids in the Dark Area".

After Joanne edited and revised the draft himself, he looked at it from scratch.

Initially satisfied, however, I soon felt empty and uneasy.

He has not received formal essay writing education, but he has read hundreds of papers in related fields after all.

The authors of these papers are no lack of authoritative masters in the Austrian and French industry, and each name is golden and glittering.

All these academic authorities and their papers have left a mark on Joan's subconscious mind, forming a writing paradigm that is not clear enough but has a strong sense of presence.

The recognized paradigm in the academic circle is like clearing the rules and regulations.

You may not agree with it rationally, but emotionally, you have to admit to fearing it.

Respect the authority of the industry and succumb to established rules. This is the mentality that normal people will have.

Joanne shares this mentality.

He is not a fool anymore. When he compares his thesis with the authoritative masterpiece, he will find that there are differences in the writing format, and he lacks a lot of bells and whistles.

The question is, is this level of "rebellion" considered serious?

Rational voice echoed in Joan's heart.

You are just a kid, no matter what your education or seniority is.

You have no reputation in the academic world.

In fact, you are not yet qualified to enter this circle.

An unknown rookie like you, who writes such a large subject as soon as he gets started, is this not arrogant?

However, Joan is also a mortal, and will have seven emotions and six desires that are not constrained by reason, such as arrogance.

He really felt that he could write this thesis. Of course, he is not as good as the authority Daniel, but at least not as inferior as the author's disciples' articles?

At their level, they can publish a core journal, but why can't I?

The monk can touch it, I can't touch it?

At the very least, it’s not a sin to give it a try?

Big deal was rejected!

For security reasons, Joan carefully read his draft paper twice.

This is a good time, the mentality is even more chaotic.

When I looked at the first page, I still felt good. After turning the page, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and every word seemed so awkward. It was a pile of text garbage!

Joan forced himself to throw away the paper and went to the window to breathe.

The cool night breeze blew head-on, and the feeling of upset was eased, but the kind of uneasy anxiety could not be eliminated.

He vaguely felt that he was making mistakes and was ruining his academic future with his own hands.

However, he really couldn't figure out what he had done wrong.

That paper that doesn't conform to the rules will not become an academic stain?

But he thought it was okay to write sincerely.

With an uneasy mood, Joanne tossed and turned on the bed and didn't sleep well all night.

Early in the morning the next day, when going downstairs for dinner, Joan couldn't help but confide his thoughts to Zion's brother.

"I wrote something recently..."

"Yo? Will the paper be issued in the first semester?"

Holden smiled and reached out to him.

"Great genius, don't mind if I read your masterpiece?"

"Don't talk nonsense! It's not well written, it's a joke!"

Joan's face flushed red, very annoyed.

"No kidding, I want to take a look too."

Audrey also cast a curious look.

In fact, Joan originally wanted to ask the two friends to help the check, and he half-pushed, and shyly answered, and took out the manuscript.

Audrey and Holden, the two men's heads immediately came together, just at the table, reading with interest.

"I feel good!"

After Holden saw it, he affirmed the content and style of the paper.

However, his evaluation is only for the article itself, and he himself also lacks experience in essay writing.

"Joan, does the paper have a specific format?"

"Your article looks like prose. Is it a bit too casual?"

Audrey appeared calmer, and her words hinted at her worries.

"I haven't written academic papers yet. I don't know what to say. Or, you sent Hailar a letter and asked her to come and take a look at you?"

"Forget it! It's not as good as Joan's as far as the academic level of Sister Cai Fan!"

Holden snorted and opposed his sister's suggestion.

"Sister Cai Fan is just a mess in school, and she is not a master, she knows something!"

"To tell me, Joan should still give his essay to his mentor for review. After all, the opinions of professionals are worthy of attention. For laymen like us, it is better to have less bad ideas."

Joan thought that Holden's words made sense, and after a quick breakfast, he took the manuscript to visit the instructor.

Knocking on the door of Moriarty's laboratory, Joan realized a problem.

The tutor went to the field to participate in academic conferences, but I am afraid I have not returned today.

"Mr. Vida, please come in!"

It was Duo Er who opened the door, or the nightdress that Joan dared not look directly at, the pink silk was almost transparent.

"Duoer, good morning."

Joan entered the house with a scalp and asked her in a hurry: "Have the tutor not yet returned?"

"not yet."

Duoer handed him a cup of coffee.

"I received a magic message from the owner yesterday, saying that I was inspecting the Great Glacier in Yodenheim. In fact, it is not just going on a ski vacation."

Duo Er smiled indifferently, showing the self-confidence of the man's thoughts.

"Did he say when he will return?"

"It will be next week at the earliest, are you in a hurry?"

"I wrote something, I want to ask my instructor to help me revise it."

Joan handed the manuscript to Doer.

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