After Ye Kaifu left, Zhang Yuan's restless heart gradually calmed down.
Actually, it didn't matter. It would be foolish to let a ranking of entertainment nature disturb one's mind.
Academic research relied on coincidence, talent, luck, and diligence. Not producing results in half a year or even a year was completely normal.
Ye Kaifu was just joking; there was no real malice.
However, doing research was a truly painful task. The moment one achieved results, they shone brightly, attracting the attention of the world with various honors as if spotlighted.
But what about when results weren't achieved?
One could only sit quietly, daydream, or read other people's papers, searching for that elusive glimmer of inspiration.
It was Zhang Yuan's first time experiencing such anguish, seeing others achieve while he gained nothing, which inevitably led to some envy and self-doubt about his chosen path.