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He hadn't expected that the guy, who didn't seem very talkative, would bombard him with a string of questions, leaving him somewhat overwhelmed.

Especially the part where he said, "I'm not very good at optics," and then proceeded to ramble on with a bunch of questions, which made him feel a bit embarrassed.

The most important thing was that there was a delicately pretty girl from the School of Mathematics there.

As everyone knows, as a university student with aspirations, it's not a big deal to lose face in front of a bunch of brothers. But if a beautiful girl is mixed in among the brothers, that's a different story.

Even by force, one must save face.

"It's like this, I've just been accepted into the professor's project group to do some calculations. But since we're in the research stage, we're just looking for methods. For coherence, we can use an active light source to test the object's reflectivity at the same frequency, or use grouped narrowband filtering, then synthesize. As for the phase information, we can collaborate with radar.

The signals received by the radar have a complete waveform, containing complete amplitude and phase information," he explained.

Qiao Ze thought for a moment and replied, "The coherence of the reflected light is also questionable unless we use lasers. Grouped narrowband filtering is a direction, but with too few groups, the brightness is insufficient; with too many, the complexity of the optical path increases exponentially.

As for integrating these ideas, it's feasible on the ground, but if launched into space, considering the focal length of the telescope itself and the backend equipment, the requirements for the rocket's load are too high.

"A multi-satellite array is possible, but having multiple telescopes focus light from different positions at the same time requires extremely high stability; any relative vibration between the satellites could lead to phase reconstruction failure.

The key is, it seems pointless to expend so much effort to achieve millimeter resolution when decimeter resolution is generally sufficient for current purposes, right?"

Qu Kezhi finally found an opportunity to step down after Qiao Ze's last question and immediately said enthusiastically, "Ah, exactly, exactly, our Professor Chen also said that decimeter resolution is enough. Our goal is also to achieve a resolution of about 20 centimeters. Bro, what's your name? I feel like it's a waste for you to stay in the School of Mathematics. Why not join us in physics?

I can recommend you to Professor Chen, and you'll definitely have no problem working with us on the project."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qu Kezhi suddenly felt the atmosphere become a bit awkward.

The elder brother who had just brought food over with a smile on his face had suddenly turned very stern, giving him a fierce glare.

And then there was the girl from the School of Mathematics he was most concerned about, her face suddenly adorned with a radiant smile.

The little fat guy who had been constantly belittled looked at him with the most complex gaze...

It was somewhat like the look of disdain he sometimes received when he blurted out something stupid, but it wasn't quite the same; there seemed to be a touch of schadenfreude in it.

The guy who had been talking nonstop was the most normal, simply shaking his head and saying, "Not for now, I don't have a deep understanding of optical systems at the moment, nor am I particularly interested."

The elder brother's expression softened, but Qu Kezhi's rebellious nature was triggered by Qiao Ze's comment.

What does that mean?

Playing it too cool?

Spouting off a bunch of questions and then saying you don't have a deep understanding of optical systems?

Who are you looking down on?

So, with a hint of sourness, Qu Kezhi said, "Come on, brother, don't be modest. I'm Qu Kezhi, a junior majoring in photoelectric information at the Physics College. How could you, in the School of Mathematics, explain the cutting-edge in optics so clearly? You must be a sophomore, right? If you're willing to come, you could easily secure a postgraduate recommendation. By the way, what's your name?

I'll really give you a recommendation."

Before Qiao Ze could answer, Su Mucheng hastily chimed in with a grin, "Hehe, senior, my boyfriend's name is Qiao Ze. 'Qiao' as in the Qiao of the beautiful sisters Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao from the Three Kingdoms, 'Ze' as in 'Ze' of benefit the world. Remember, you have to recommend him to Professor Chen, and make sure to tell the professor how amazing my boyfriend is."

Qiao Ze glanced at Su Mucheng and didn't feel like saying more. He picked up his meal box and started eating in silence.

Qu Kezhi was initially a bit puzzled—after all, the name did sound very familiar—and then it dawned on him, "Qiao Ze? The guy from the School of Mathematics who came up with the new photolithography theory? You're Qiao Ze? The Qiao Ze that Professor Chen admires so much?"

"Cough cough cough..." Zhang Zhou suddenly started coughing violently.

He was startled; after all, he had never heard about it before.

After Qiao Ze published those two papers in "Science," they caused some stir in the related fields due to the tacit suppression by various parties but didn't make much of an impact on a societal level or spread widely. This directly led to Zhang Zhou, who had been busy attending various gatherings and brushing up on problems all summer, never hearing about it.

But for outstanding juniors who could already participate in professors' projects, it was no secret.

They would at least overhear some discussions within their groups.

"What the... Brother Qu, go do whatever you need to do. What resolution, no resolution, who knows if the Americans have installed a hundred NVIDIA new graphics cards on their satellite and turned on the DLSS function to forcibly increase the resolution? You know the AI super-resolution algorithm, right? What future is there in doing physics?

Look, we just design an algorithm casually, and the problem is solved. Haven't you seen that we're about to eat? If your Physics College can't get food, should I save a bite for you?"

Liu Chenfeng, unable to hold back his temper, blurted out and straightforwardly shooed the person away.

On keeping Qiao Ze in the School of Mathematics, Liu Chenfeng and his advisor Xu Dajiang were absolutely on the same page.

Folks like Qu Kezhi who had such a high opinion of themselves were definitely on his list of targets for severe criticism.

The Physics College dares to covet the School of Mathematics?

A bunch of people, anxious to death about finding a research direction and fearful that their work could be proven wrong by the lab any day, actually have the nerve to poach from the School of Mathematics? Who gave these guys the courage?

"Senior brother, how can you talk like that?" Qu Kezhi looked at Liu Chenfeng indignantly, speaking in a suppressed voice.

"Haha, Brother Liu, let's not argue, no quarrels, we're all classmates," Su Mucheng intervened to smooth things over.

Zhang Zhou also joined in the conciliation, "Chengzi's right, we are all classmates, let's all calm down. Besides, Qiao hasn't planned on going to the Physics College, right?"

Qiao Ze quietly ate, until his phone suddenly vibrated. Setting down his chopsticks, he picked up the phone and glanced at it; hmm, it was a call from his mother.

After answering the call, the voice from the earpiece was a bit frantic, "Hello, Qiao Ze, I just got back to rest at noon, and there's a visitor at home, says he's President Zhang from the school, even showed me his ID, yeah, the ID says Zhang Xiaoquan. I let him in, and the moment he sat down, I couldn't understand what he was saying.

He was going on about how hard it was for him to become president, how it took many years of effort, asking us to give him a break. This person isn't crazy, is he?"

Qiao Ze's expression turned serious, and for the first time, his voice carried a hint of warmth, "Can he hear me talking now?"

"I'm in the kitchen pouring tea; he's in the living room, he can't hear."

Qiao Ze spoke softly, "Oh, it's President Zhang Xiaoquan! No problem, Mom, he's not sick, just under a lot of stress from work recently and feeling quite troubled. Besides, Li and Dean Xu are just next to our house, and I'm about to head back. But you should still keep a distance from him, pay more attention to his eyes, listen to what he has to express. Don't refuse or evade any requests he makes.

Internally count to ten, and then no matter whether you can do it or not, just agree for now. Psychologically, this can help alleviate his anxiety and benefit his work. Also, I'll be needing his help with a lot of things in the future."

"Oh, I see, then I'm relieved. By the way, have you eaten?" Lu Xiuxiu's tone also relaxed.

"I have eaten, don't worry about me. I'll hang up now."

"Okay."

Qiao Ze ended the call, with everyone's gaze already focused on him.

He had already stood up by then, directly dialing Li Jiangao's number on his phone and waiting for the call to connect. He looked at Liu Chenfeng and asked, "Is there a president named Zhang Xiaoquan at school?"

Liu Chenfeng immediately nodded and said, "Yes, what about him?"