Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

The editor-in-chief couldn't wait to open the conversation as soon as he got it: "How is the result?"

"We did two experiments, one at 49.2% and one at 51.3%," said the professor at the Mzhou Research Institute on the other end of the phone. He has a serious voice. "Which is the compression research done by the team, you have his contact information ?"

The content of this issue of the journal has not been finalized yet. The editor-in-chief and executive editor worked overtime from last night to the morning, and from the morning until now.

Each experimental result will be different due to the deviation of the quantity or various unavoidable factors.

But even the lowest experimental result of 49.2% is much higher than 42%, which is undoubtedly a huge breakthrough in nuclear energy.

The editor-in-chief sat down on the chair and exhaled: "I don't know the specific contact information. I have sent an email to the other party. If the writer returns, I will tell you immediately."

The professor over there hung up.

The editor-in-chief was still sitting in a chair, and there was no movement.

The executive editor looked at the editor-in-chief without saying a word, could not help but walked around his desk, stared at him, and was too anxious, "What is the situation now, is the verification result right?!"

Hearing the voice of the executive editor, the editor-in-chief looked up blankly, and he uttered blankly, and he recovered.

"The results are not too biased. This article does not need to be reviewed three times," the editor-in-chief clicked on his mailbox and checked his receipt one by one to see if the person wrote back. "You arrange, Our first issue of the first-class article in the journal, replace this!"

"A kind of article?" The executive editor looked up and looked towards the editor.

SCI papers are also graded.

A periodical is published in half a month, and the papers are divided into one type, two types and three types, and there are general types of papers.

In addition to the size of the impact factor after the article is published, the potential estimate before publication is also important.

The articles received by the editorial department every time are basically ordinary grades, and only 10% of the research papers reach the second category and the third category. As for the first category articles, basically only those professors at the research level can reach it. Only one of hundreds of papers can be selected.

One type of article is placed on the cover, and the newspapers of various subtypes are published simultaneously.

Rare and rare.

Sometimes I can't find a type of article in a month.

There are fewer than twenty in a year.

After a type of article is published, its minimum impact factor is also around 9.

The academic community evaluates a person by the SCI paper, but the SCI system also needs a type of article to support his authority.

"Yes, one category, few people in the physical world have gone to break through the energy boundary," the editor-in-chief read all the new emails, and did not see the reply of the flower countryman, could not help but take a deep breath, "This article will cause Those research lunatics and the shaking of the major laboratories... Qin Ran... Strange, I can't find any news about her here, is it a newcomer in the physical world?"

The editor-in-chief is now full of doubts.

He can anticipate the riot that this article will bring, but he can't wait for the reply from the flower countryman.

"You reply and we will send it over," the editor-in-chief stood up directly, looking at the executive editor, "in the fastest way!"

**

At this time, she was still working on her nuclear engineering project. The lunch at noon was brought by Cheng Jun from Tinglan, and Nan Huiyao and others just hurriedly responded to the research. The three people did not find her crazy to harass Jiangshanyi.

At ten thirty in the evening.

Qin Ran came out of the laboratory door.

Cheng Jun looked at her sitting on the co-pilot, narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be very sleepy. He adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the car a little higher, said nothing, and drove the car back quietly.

In the underground parking lot, Cheng Jun stopped, and Qin Ran was still awake.

There were no lights in the car, the parking lot was dark and dark, only the headlights in front of the car were on, Qin Ran's head was leaning against the window, and his dark hair drooped down his side.

Cheng Jun put his hand on the steering wheel and looked at her for a long time.

The cell phone placed in front of the car lights up, Cheng Jun's hand speed is very fast, when it is about to ring, he directly takes it to cut off the phone.

He glanced down at the phone from an unnamed local number.

Cheng Jun thought about it, opened the door softly, and closed the door again, confirming that Qin Ran did not wake up.

He turned to the phone number he had just called and redialed.

"What's the matter so late?" Even though the door was closed, Cheng Jun lowered his voice. He stepped back a few steps and stopped by the pillar. His eyes stayed on the window and spoke slowly.

There was an old voice on the phone, speaking slowly, but respectfully: "Is it convenient for you to visit the museum now?"

Cheng Jun's eyes still stayed in the direction of the car, with a low tone, "Not now."

There was a pause over there, "Then... when will it be convenient for you?"

"Tomorrow morning or afternoon," Cheng Jun raised his head, the co-pilot's door was pushed open, and he seemed to sigh, "I will talk about it tomorrow."

After saying hello to the person on the cell phone, Cheng Jun hung up.

He walked to the side of the car, opened the door of the driver's seat, stooped down to remove the key, and locked the door again.

Qin Ran has come out, she is on the other side, because she just woke up, there was no sharp expression on her face, and she yawned lazily, "Where are you going tomorrow?"

"Museum," Cheng Jun walked over to her and glanced at her, "Are you going?"

If everything is fine, Qin Ran will definitely go.

But she not only has problems now, but also many things.

Qin Ran changed his hand to the pile of documents in his hand and sighed, "Forget it, go again if you have a chance."

Cheng Jun didn't speak, and the two had returned to the eleven o'clock.

Cheng Mu was no longer at this time, and the chef had already been off work.

Qin Ran threw the document in his hand on the table, and when he looked up, he saw Cheng Jun turned and went to the kitchen.

Qin Ran smelled a very light fragrance as soon as the kitchen door opened.

She followed Cheng Jun in and found that the other party was standing in front of the stove, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and slowly stirring the porridge in the casserole. When his coat came home, he took off, and the sleeve of the black shirt inside was rolled up. Exposed a thin wrist.

Qin Ran walked in a little, staring at the white casserole, "I'm so hungry."

"The casserole left by the chef," Cheng Jun raised his hand and looked at the time on the table. "It's almost time."

He turned off the fire and filled the bowl with porridge at random, instructing Qin Ran to take the spoon.

The kitchen is full of cabinets. Qin Ran opened the two cabinets at hand with spices, and continued to open the third cabinet. Cheng Jun did not see her after a while, and returned to the kitchen, she stopped by a cabinet, Rummaging.

It was quite irritable to see her movements.

Cheng Jun looked at her and walked back with a smile.

Holding the good porridge, he turned back, walked behind her, and opened the cabinet above her head without any hassle.

There are tableware and spoons.

Qin Ran: "..."

She remembered Qin Hanqiu boasting Cheng Jun's words...

It does not seem to be fake now.

The porridge was a little hot, and Qin Ran sat at the dinner table and ate slowly.

Cheng Jun sat on her side and looked at the information she got back. There were a lot of data to be sorted. Some of the three Nan Huiyao had processed it, and some were waiting for Qin Ran to fill it in.

"Do you understand?" Qin Ran tilted Erlang's legs and took a spoon to look at him.

Cheng Jun turned a page, glanced at her, and returned unhurriedly: "Okay."

He didn't study nuclear engineering or automation in these majors. But for the past two months, from the beginning of Qin Ran's assessment to the present, he helped her fill in the data every night. With more contacts, naturally, it will be integrated.

"After you finish studying, I can still go to Beijing University to apply for a fourth major." Cheng Jun reached out and took a pen to help her organize this thick stack of documents with a careless tone.

But it's quite arrogant.

"How many majors did you learn?" Qin Ran finished the last bit of porridge.

She majored in automation and minored in nuclear engineering, and was repeatedly rejected by President Jiang and others, and finally asked her to take an exam.

"Everyone who is interested has learned it, five or six? There are two others left unexamined," Cheng Jun said lightly. After filling, she placed the document in her hand. "It's half past eleven, go to bed."

He took the bowl and spoon to the kitchen and washed it out.

Seeing Qin Ran leaning lazily on the stairs of the second floor, her long legs overlapped, one hand around her chest, and the other hand holding a document, she casually knocked on the stairs handrail, and the incandescent lamp hit her. Face.

Cheng Jun pulled a piece of paper, wiped his hands slowly, and walked towards her, his eyebrows drooping, "Not going to rest yet?"

"Ah," Qin Ran stood up straight, her head on her side, looking at Cheng Jun walking upstairs, "I have considered it."

Digression

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This article's SCI paper is a bit overhead, please don't be more serious~