Yang Xuebin smiled and comforted him, "If it's postponed, then it's postponed. It's only three months. Everyone can go home and have a good summer vacation. You won't get such an opportunity again."
Li Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "We don't have such a good mindset as you. The sooner we get assigned, the sooner we'll be at ease. Otherwise, our hearts will be in turmoil, and we won't even be able to sleep well."
Yang Xuebin shook his head and said, "This isn't a good mindset. It's just that since we can't change it, we might as well learn to accept it. Why make things difficult for ourselves?"
Li Zhou sighed, "Xuebin is right. Everyone, let's go to sleep. It's getting late."
Upon hearing this, everyone went to bed.
Putting down the documents, Yang Xuebin took his towel and washbasin and left.
Tomorrow, Ye Zhetai would be leaving, and branch mission 1: Save Ye Zhetai, would also be completed.
So, did he still need to continue studying for his postgraduate degree?
There was no need.
Counting the time, Red Coast Base should be about to be established.
He had to complete the Standard Model as soon as possible to gain higher attention and be transferred to the Red Coast Project.
If he continued to study for his postgraduate degree, he wouldn't be able to join Red Coast.
Professor Ye Zhetai's concerns were actually very valid.
The Standard Model was too big a topic, too big for one person to complete.
In the real world, it was the result of decades of global effort.
But who made him a 'prophet'?
As a science and engineering student, he had always paid close attention to cutting-edge scientific theories and had learned about the Standard Model.
Now, he was just 'plagiarizing' it... The next day.
Ye Zhetai and Shao Lin left Qinghua Campus with Wen Xue.
Originally, Ye Zhetai was unwilling to bring Wen Xue, as their trip was for an inspection.
But he couldn't resist Shao Lin and Wen Xue's persistent pleas, so he could only agree.
Watching the car drive away, Ruan Wen withdrew her gaze and turned to say, "Wenjie, let's go back. Your mother gave me a letter and told me to give it to you after they left."
"A letter?"
Ye Wenjie asked in confusion, "Why didn't my mother give it to me directly?"
Ruan Wen patted Ye Wenjie's shoulder and said, "Let's go. We'll talk about it when we get back."
...Teacher's dormitory.
Ye Wenjie put down the letter, her mind full of questions.
How could her father, who was so against nuclear weapons, suddenly go to the Northwest and even take Wen Xue with him?
Also, what did her mother mean by telling her to ask Yang Xuebin for more guidance?
She looked up at Ruan Wen.
Ruan Wen said with a solemn expression, "Wenjie, you must be curious why your father suddenly applied to go to the Northwest, right? Actually, your father didn't know anything about it; your mother orchestrated it all. As for the reason, you'll know if you think about it carefully."
Ye Wenjie thought for a moment, and her eyes suddenly widened.
Seeing this, Ruan Wen sighed again, "We probably won't be staying here much longer either. Be ready to leave at any time."
Ye Wenjie nodded silently.
A shadow suddenly fell over her peaceful heart... Teacher's office.
When the Dean of the Physics Department announced that Professor Ye Zhetai and his wife had applied to go to the Northwest, everyone was stunned.
After a long while, they began to discuss:
"What's going on? This is too sudden; there wasn't any hint at all?"
"That shouldn't be. Professor Ye is most opposed to nuclear weapons; why would he apply to go to the Northwest?"
"He just took Yang Xuebin as a postgraduate student, and now he's abandoning him?"
...Abnormal!
Too abnormal!
But some professors with keen senses had already vaguely guessed something.
The Dean shook his head and said, "I'm also puzzled. Well, if Professor Ye can go to the Northwest, he's contributing to the country, and we should support it. But what about Yang Xuebin?"
Professor Wang Hong excitedly said, "That's simple; just transfer him to me. Doesn't he want to research particle physics? Perfect, I'm just about to take on a postgraduate student in that area."
"Old Wang, what you're saying makes it sound like you're the only one who researches particle physics."
"I'm his class teacher; he should transfer to be my postgraduate student."
...The professors all started vying for him.
As for Professor Ye Zhetai's sudden departure, they had long forgotten about it.
The Dean's head ached from the noise, and he hurriedly shouted, "Stop, stop, stop! It's useless for you to argue like this. Teacher Zhou, go talk to Yang Xuebin and see what his plans are and who he's willing to follow."
"Okay, Dean."
Zhou Haiping nodded. He was Yang Xuebin's homeroom teacher.
Seeing this, the professors could only give up... Outside the library.
Zhou Haiping called Yang Xuebin out.
Yang Xuebin guessed the other party's purpose but still pretended to be confused, "Teacher Zhou, is something wrong?"
Zhou Haiping organized his words and said in a deep voice, "Xuebin, I have something to tell you. Professor Ye Zhetai and his wife, Professor Shao Lin, have applied to go to the Northwest."
"What!"
Yang Xuebin feigned a look of shock.
Zhou Haiping sighed, "Since Professor Ye has left, you'll have to choose another professor for your postgraduate studies. The Dean asked me to come and ask what your plans are and which professor you'd like to choose."
He could understand Yang Xuebin's feelings.
Out of nowhere, his supervisor was suddenly gone, without any warning. Anyone would feel upset.
Yang Xuebin pretended to think for a while, then shook his head and said, "Since Professor Ye has left, I won't pursue postgraduate studies. Teacher, you know that the only reason I considered postgraduate studies was Professor Ye's persistent persuasion.
I really couldn't refuse, so I agreed.
Besides, to speak arrogantly, it's difficult for me to learn anything new by pursuing postgraduate studies."
Yang Xuebin spoke bluntly, but Zhou Haiping nodded in agreement.
He had read Yang Xuebin's papers, and their level was so high that even he found them difficult to read. It could even be said that among the many professors in the Physics Department, not many surpassed Yang Xuebin in both physics and mathematics.
Therefore, for Yang Xuebin, postgraduate study was just a formality.
Thinking of this, he said, "In that case, don't pursue it. By the way, what are your expectations for your job assignment? I'll try to help you secure and arrange it."
Yang Xuebin said, "Thank you, Teacher. It would be best to engage in research related to astrophysics."
The construction of Red Coast Base would definitely require a group of astrophysicists.
"Okay, I'll make a note of it."
Zhou Haiping nodded. He took out a thick envelope from his briefcase and handed it to Yang Xuebin, saying, "Your paper's reward has come through. The top reward is one thousand yuan, and the school also gives five hundred, plus various tickets."
"Thank you, Teacher!"
Yang Xuebin happily accepted it.
One thousand five hundred yuan was not a small sum in this era.
For ordinary workers, the salary was only thirty or forty yuan.
If it was a farmer.
After a year of hard work, let alone how much money was left over, it would be good not to owe money.
In his memory, his family still owed money.
Zhou Haiping patted Yang Xuebin's shoulder, then left.
Yang Xuebin found an uninhabited corner and took out the tickets from the envelope. There were industrial coupons to meat coupons, and also many national cloth coupons and grain coupons.
He planned to buy a watch and then mail the remaining money and all the national universal tickets home.
With this money and these tickets, his family would be comfortable for at least seven or eight years.
He wouldn't go back for the summer vacation.
He would devote all his efforts to completing the Standard Model.