boyutpedia Chapter 54: Is it for Lu Feng?
Chapter 54: Is it for Lu Feng?
Ye Guodong's first message was very polite.
"Old Li, have you been busy lately? Did you submit the materials for that provincial education reform conference?"
Li Hongde was leaning back on the sofa at home reading a newly published review paper when he saw this message, and the corner of his mouth turned down.
Old man, I know what kind of shit you're going to take the moment you stick your butt out.
He picked up the thermos on the coffee table, unscrewed the lid, blew on the steam, and slowly typed on his phone.
"Stop giving me that nonsense."
"When have you, Ye Guodong, ever cared whether I submitted my materials or not?"
"Speak, are you here for Lufeng?"
The person on the other end paused typing for three seconds.
Then a thumbs-up emoji popped up, followed by a line of text.
"You really are an old classmate. I hadn't even finished setting things up before you ruined it. You really don't give me any face at all."
Li Hongde snorted coldly and leaned back on the sofa. He knew it.
He had anticipated that Ye Guodong would take advantage of the situation when he lent Lu Feng to participate in the mathematical modeling competition last time.
That old man's shamelessness hasn't changed a bit in thirty years.
"Speak, what do you want?" Li Hongde laid his cards on the table.
Ye Guodong's typing speed has noticeably increased.
"Old Li, let me get straight to the point. During today's training camp, your student completely outclassed three of our programming team's provincial second-place contestants."
"He went over and refactored a bug that others couldn't fix in twenty minutes in just two and a half minutes."
"Tell me honestly, how much more is this kid hiding?"
Li Hongde stared at the words, his hand holding the thermos cup frozen in mid-air.
Two and a half minutes? Reconstruction?
The image of Lu Feng running through Zhou Mingyuan's data for a day in two seconds using "University Data Sauce" flashed through his mind.
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Li Hongde typed with a wry smile.
"All I know is that every time I think I've figured him out, he comes up with something completely new the next day."
Ye Guodong was silent for more than ten seconds, and then sent a very long message.
"Old Li, I won't beat around the bush. I have a research project on hand, a key project funded by the Provincial Natural Science Foundation, which involves numerical solutions to nonlinear partial differential equations."
"This direction happens to be Lu Feng's area of expertise."
"I want him to participate as a research assistant."
"Don't worry, it won't affect his work over there; the schedules are completely different."
Li Hongde stared at the screen for five seconds.
He knew that Ye Guodong wasn't trying to poach his employees.
The two departments have different research directions and are not in competition with each other.
Moreover, given Lu Feng's current abilities, limiting him to the narrow field of mechanical dynamics would indeed be a waste of his talents.
But he just felt uneasy.
Why should I let you reap the rewards of the treasure I painstakingly unearthed?
"Is that a provincial-level project?" Li Hongde typed.
The other party replied instantly.
"Currently it's at the provincial level, but if we achieve results, we will apply for a National Natural Science Foundation of China (NSFC) general program."
国家级。
Li Hongde's finger hovered above the screen.
He remained silent for nearly half a minute before his finger fell again.
"I cannot limit my students' future development."
"If you can provide him with a larger platform and allow him to learn more, I have no reason to stop him."
After sending this message, Li Hongde screwed on the lid of his thermos, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling for a long time.
Ye Guodong's reply came very quickly.
"Don't worry, Lao Li. He only participates in the core mathematical modeling part here. I will communicate with you in advance about all the authorship rights and ownership of the results."
"We will absolutely not let Lu Feng suffer any losses."
Li Hongde did not reply to this message.
He simply read through the message he had just posted and thought it was quite grand in its wording.
Yes, that's me for sure.
Then he exited the chat interface, opened his phone's photo album, and found the photo of Lu Feng writing a full page of formulas on the lab whiteboard last time.
I glanced at it twice, then silently closed it.
Damn it, the more I look at it, the more anxious I get.
at the same time.
Dormitory Building No. 17, Hong Kong City University.
Lu Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, his laptop propped up on his lap, the white light from the screen reflecting on his face.
The Word document has been open for over two hours, and the cursor is blinking in the conclusion section.
DataFairy: Design and Implementation of an Efficient and Lightweight Data Processing Framework for University Researchers
He had already finished writing the preceding parts.
System architecture, core algorithms, optimization strategies, and performance comparison experiments.
In particular, in the performance comparison section, he directly conducted a horizontal test using MATLAB and R. When processing datasets of 100,000 or more, DataFairy was 23 times and 41 times faster than MATLAB and R, respectively.
With this data presented, reviewers won't even have a point to criticize.
Now all that remains are the conclusions and future prospects.
The conclusion was easy to write; he just needed to summarize the key innovations mentioned earlier. But he struggled for a while with the "future outlook" section.
It's not that I can't write, it's that I have too much to write.
If a machine learning module is subsequently introduced, DataFairy could evolve into a fully automated data analysis platform. Users would only need to upload raw data, and the system would automatically identify the data type, select the optimal algorithm, and generate an analysis report.
Further down the line, if a deep learning framework is integrated, it can even achieve automatic modeling.
But we can't write all of this out right now. Cramming too much into a paper would just make it look like bragging. Let's release the core framework first, and then release the improved versions in a second and third paper.
A steady, gradual approach is the best long-term strategy.
Lu Feng's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard.
"...In summary, the DataFairy framework achieves significantly higher computational efficiency than existing general-purpose tools in scientific data processing scenarios through deep optimization of underlying algorithms and a multi-threaded parallel computing strategy. Its lightweight design and modular architecture also give it excellent scalability and cross-platform adaptability..."
It popped out in segments, as smoothly as if it were copying a ready-made answer.
On the bed next to him, Zhang Wei was lying on his back, reading a novel on his phone held above his head. After a while, his arm got tired, so he changed his position and lay face down to continue reading.
"Old Lu, how long is your thesis? I've already read half of a novel and you're still not finished."
"Soon." Lu Feng said without looking up.
"You said it would be quick last time, but it took another hour."
Lu Feng ignored him.
My fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, and the final three paragraphs of the conclusion were coming to an end.
"...Future work will focus on adaptive algorithm selection mechanisms and incremental data processing modes to further broaden the application boundaries of the framework."
"Click."
The fluorescent lights in the dormitory suddenly went out, plunging the entire room into darkness, leaving only the glowing cell phone screens and the rectangular light from the Lufeng laptop.
Lights out promptly at 11:00.
"Oh ho!"
"Finally, we're liberated!"
A cheer came from the upper bunk, followed by the rustling sound of someone turning over in bed.
Zhang Wei also turned off his phone and let out a huge yawn.
"Old Lu, let's write it tomorrow. Your computer's battery won't last until you finish."
Lu Feng glanced at the bottom right corner of the screen; the battery icon showed that 12% remained.
His gaze returned to the document.
Forget it.
Lu Feng took a deep breath, saved the document, and closed the notebook.
I have no classes tomorrow morning, so I can just go to the library, plug in the power, and finish up in half an hour.
I finished the final draft and submitted it directly, all in one go.
He gently placed the computer on the shelf by the bed, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.
Even in the darkness, his mind was still racing.
The second SCI paper was published at a top conference in the field of computer science.
If this paper is also accepted on the first submission, his academic resume will include top-tier publications in both mechanical and computer science fields.
Before the first semester of my freshman year was even over, I already had two papers published in top journals.
With this resume, you'd be in high demand, let alone get a guaranteed spot in a master's program; you'd even be scrambling to get a direct PhD.
But that's a story for another time.
Right now, the most important thing is still that mathematical modeling competition and those mathematical conjectures.
In the second part of the Riemann Hypothesis, Mr. Riemann gave him a key breakthrough.
He had already glimpsed the beginnings of a bridge between Dirichlet features and noncommutative operator algebras.
Once this proof is completed...
Lu Feng turned over, forcing himself to stop thinking.
If you keep thinking about it, you won't be able to sleep tonight.
The moonlight outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains that weren't fully drawn, cutting a thin silver line on the floor.
Zhang Wei had already started snoring, and the rhythm was steady.
Lu Feng closed his eyes.
I'll send out the paper tomorrow.