Zhang Zhipeng laughed, "Hasn't it only been about ten days since we last saw each other?"

Zhao Min was dressed in sportswear, clearly here for some exercise.

She said, "I heard you've been cooped up in the lab for days, not even coming downstairs. You need to take care of your health."

"Not exercising can lead to health issues."

"How about we go for a run together?"

Zhang Zhipeng hesitated for a moment.

In her sportswear, Zhao Min looked quite stunning, her smile radiant, making her appear even more charming in the morning light.

This Zhao Min, her beauty could easily score an 8 out of 10.

And she wasn't even wearing makeup, a natural beauty, like "a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally adorned." This level of beauty would definitely be impressive even in the 2020s.

"No, I'm wearing dress shoes, and besides, there's some urgent work in the lab. See you later, Ms. Zhao!"

Zhang Zhipeng felt he must resist the temptation of beauty.

He knew that Tian Hongtao had always had a bit of a crush on Zhao Min.

Even though Tian Hongtao hadn't succeeded in his advances.

But after all, Tian Hongtao was currently a very important assistant to Zhang Zhipeng.

It was better to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Zhao Min's face showed a hint of disappointment, and she pouted slightly, "Mr. Zhang, you're really good at finding excuses!"

"Have you read Wang Guozhen's poetry collection?"

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and shook his head, "I haven't, but I've heard a few of his poems. They're quite uplifting. Compared to the scar literature and obscure poetry, they seem more meaningful."

Zhao Min was delighted, "Ah! I've found a kindred spirit!"

"I feel exactly the same way!"

"Mr. Zhang, I have a copy of *The Young Wind*, Mr. Wang's newly published poetry collection. I've finished reading it; I'll lend it to you."

Zhao Min handed the book she was holding to Zhang Zhipeng.

Zhang Zhipeng smiled as he took it and said, "Thank you! After I finish it, how should I return it to you?"

Zhao Min replied, "Come find me in my office! You know where the Computer Science department is, right?"

Zhang Zhipeng nodded, "Alright! See you later, Ms. Zhao!"

Zhao Min waved and smiled, "Goodbye, Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Zhipeng quickly headed toward the experimental building of the Aeronautical Engineering department with the book in hand.

Zhao Min watched his back and shook her head, "He's changed so much, I hardly recognize him."

"He used to be so laid-back, but now he's working so diligently."

When Zhang Zhipeng returned to his lab, it was just a little past 5:50 in the morning.

As he walked quickly, he flipped through the poetry collection by Wang Guozhen.

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The poems were indeed simple, with nothing particularly striking in terms of imagery.

However, there was a spirited, uplifting energy in his work that was quite motivating.

In the 1980s, scar literature and obscure poetry almost dominated the literary scene.

But times have changed.

People have grown aesthetically tired, even somewhat weary, of scar literature and obscure poetry.

Young people now crave fresher, brighter, and more positive spiritual nourishment.

This is probably the main reason why Wang Guozhen's poetry has become so popular.

But why did Zhao Min suddenly offer to lend me this poetry collection?

Zhang Zhipeng couldn't quite figure it out.

Unable to make sense of it, he decided not to dwell on it.

He placed the poetry collection in a drawer of a desk in the lab.

Then, he got back to work.

At 6:50 in the morning, daylight had fully arrived, and the sun was already up.

The campus broadcast began to play.

From 6:50 to 7:30, the campus broadcast would be on for 40 minutes.

It mainly reported the school's news and featured special reports on campus role models.

Zhang Zhipeng went to the cafeteria for a quick breakfast, washed his dishes, and then headed toward his office.

She had classes during the first two periods, so she needed to head to the office early to finish grading some assignments.

As she walked in front of the Foreign Languages Department building, she saw her aunt, Zhang Xiaorui, standing under a tree, smiling at her.

"Aunt, why are you here? Have you had breakfast? If not, you can use my meal card to grab something at the cafeteria," Zhang Zhiling said, surprised as she hurried over to talk to her.

Zhang Xiaorui worked for a state-owned enterprise in Chang'an, but the company had been struggling in recent years, so they could only provide a small living allowance. She started a small business selling rice cakes, which seemed to be doing quite well—much better than her previous job. Now, her husband wasn't working either, and the two of them had opened a breakfast shop, making a decent living.

"I've already eaten. I came to see you today mainly to ask about what's going on with Zhipeng," Zhang Xiaorui said with a smile.

Zhang Zhiling blinked. "Didn't my mom already tell you?"

"He's now working under Professor Zheng Jingzhi, the head of the Aeronautical Engineering Department, assisting him with research projects."

Zhang Xiaorui smiled and said, "That's quite an achievement."

As they were chatting, the campus radio began broadcasting a story about Zhang Zhipeng. The female announcer, with an emotional tone, narrated Zhang Zhipeng's story.

The main highlights were: In pursuit of his research, he hadn't left the lab building for over ten days, working nearly 20 hours a day. Even though his home was just a 10-minute walk away, he hadn't returned home once! The broadcast also covered his background.

In brief, Zhang Zhipeng hadn't graduated from high school and never attended college. He was just a computer lab manager, but he was intelligent and eager to learn. He taught himself programming and became a top expert, developing several highly complex small programs.

One of his achievements was improving a pinyin input method that increased typing speed by six to seven times, making pinyin a more efficient input method and allowing people to create computer documents without needing to learn the complex Wubi input method.

He also improved Kingsoft Word, making its document editing capabilities stronger and adding functions like creating tables and WordArt. Now, the improved Kingsoft Word software has been widely adopted across the campus and even at other universities in Chang'an. In a short time, it has spread throughout the city.

Currently, Zhang Zhipeng is taking on a new, more challenging experimental project, which is already showing promising results.

At the end of the broadcast, Zhang Zhipeng's dedication and perseverance were highly praised, with a call for all faculty and students to learn from his selfless spirit of serving the country.

Zhang Xiaorui and Zhang Zhiling both fell silent, lost in thought, until the broadcast ended.

Zhang Xiaorui widened her eyes and said, "Wow! I never expected that Zhang Zhipeng, who used to be so disliked, has now become a role model in scientific research, a model of the times!"

Zhang Zhiling smiled and said, "Aunt, people can change. Zhipeng was never a bad person; he was just immature before."

Zhang Xiaorui nodded, "I believe you."

Zhang Zhiling checked her watch and asked, "Aunt, is there something you need?"

Zhang Xiaorui replied, "Didn't your mom mention it? I'm planning to find a match for Zhipeng. The girl I have in mind is quite outstanding—she's our neighbor, and her parents both work at our factory. She herself is now teaching at Northwestern Polytechnical University."

"But your mom said Zhipeng doesn't want to get involved in a relationship right now. However, the girl is quite interested in Zhipeng and insists that I try again. Isn't that a bit troublesome?"

Zhang Zhiling was surprised, "The girl is also from our university? Which department?"