Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

On the third day after the University of Xuecheng report was returned, the report will be held on Dean Lu's side as scheduled.

The receiver sent by LHCb sat in the first row and waited quietly for the debriefing to begin.

Meanwhile, the snowfield snow research team was on site, sitting on the right-hand side of the hallway from the venue.

With a notebook on the table, Carrera pinched the paper in her hand and stared dead at the podium.

When she saw the man walking up to the stage, the corner of her mouth snapped a smile.

That's good.

She thought he was a pussy.

I didn't know you had the guts.

PPT starts showing.

Without paying attention to that particular sight, the Ark simply tried a microphone and started speaking.

It is also a 30-minute statement.

The last ten to fifteen minutes are questioning sessions.

After briefly reporting on the work of the month, the Ark looked to the audience under the podium.

“That's the basics. The B1 data confirmation is normal. The Dalitz diagram is on the PPT. What's the problem? ”

Quiet down the stage.

No one asked.

To be precise, there are those who want to ask questions, but there is no way to find what can go wrong.

Looking specifically at the direction of the research team at Xuecheng University, the Ark thought that they would stand up and embarrass themselves, but did not expect that what they had expected did not happen.

But he's not incomprehensible.

After all, this work of a test nature does not require innovative methods, even the results are known to everyone. There must be no problem with the B1 data, the five-quark state will definitely be discovered...

So it's almost impossible to pick a problem theoretically.

Even if you want to make a deliberate prick, you have to blow the data away.

Yesterday he deliberately spent the whole day, and Brother Yan and Brother Yan checked the work for the month from beginning to end to make sure that nothing was wrong.

There's nothing wrong with that. The Ark really doesn't believe it, and they can pick out the problem.

……

Five minutes of silence were waited and no one raised their hands.

The LHCb recipient came to the rostrum to briefly summarize the report, routinely thanked the researchers involved in the project and announced the acceptance.

This paper will be included as a research result in the archives of the LHCb project.

As the lecture ended, the people in the room began to exit.

There was only one person, sitting there motionless.

“This is impossible...”

Staring at the thesis, Carrera's eyes stared incredibly divine.

The questioning session is long over.

LHCb has declared acceptance and the facts remain unchanged.

But she couldn't believe that she couldn't find a single mistake.

“Something must have gone wrong, we just haven't found it yet...” Biting her teeth, Carrera stared dead at the data on the a4 paper and tried to spot a bug in it using the computer over and over again.

However, the problem was far more difficult than she had imagined.

Instead of finding even a minor loophole in her thesis, even deep inside, she couldn't help but scrupulously call for logic in her opponent's thesis...

This was purely a subconscious reaction from a researcher.

Because the other person's thesis was so rigorous that she couldn't pick out a single problem.

And while she was sitting there, while a man was drilling at the tip of a horn, a doctor from the same research team came over.

“Forget it, Carrera, I understand how you feel, but... it's impossible that you want to mathematically pick out his problem. ”

His name is Nelson, and he's also a PhD student with Professor Brunos, and he's studying mathematical physics. Calculating this piece of work was done by him and Carrera together.

Although she knew that things had come to an end and the LHCb side had included that paper, Carrera was still unwilling to think that her work over the course of the month had been a test of each other's results.

She kept turning her paper, and she didn't even look up and ask, "Why? ”

Nelson sighed: "Look who the intern is. ”

And Carrera said, "An Asian, so what? ”

Nelson shook his head: “No, I didn't mean he was Asian... Ark, don't you think that name is familiar? ”

“Familiar?” The tip of the calculation on the A4 paper stopped, and Carrera frowned.

“Well, you don't seem to care about mathematics at all," Nelson shrugged, continuing, "just at the beginning of this year, he proved his twin speculation, and a lot of people said that the winner of this year's Cole Prize for Mathematics was no longer in suspense, and that's the one. And not just this year's 15-year Cole Prize, or even the 18-year Fields Prize, but at least the nomination for what he's achieved now… So your opponent is a candidate for the Fields Prize, do you really think we have a chance of winning? ”

If it was another project, such as a full spectrum analysis, such as the collection of resonant state data in a laboratory, he would definitely not see an intern in his eyes.

But this test of data…

Once the guy is familiar with the whole process and shows his mathematical strength, they have no chance of winning.

After all, that's the guy who even Princeton's monsters thumbs up.

Looking at Carrera without a word, Nelson comforted herself.

“Look away, winning and losing isn't really that important, and after a long line of work, you'll find that there are really many geniuses in the world. Want to join us for a drink? ”

“… still unacceptable. ”

“You're outraged. ”

Nelson shook his head and turned around and walked away.

……

Hellfire Bar.

Heavy metal music knocked on the eardrums of the canoe, and the colorful lights shook his eyes sore.

The ark would never have crossed this gateway to hell if it had known it was so noisy in advance. Because he clearly felt that his fatigue had been exacerbated rather than relieved.

But it's not a good idea to turn around and walk away.

After all, he promised to buy Brother Luo a drink.

As a thank you for the last time.

“One for Gibson, one for him too, thank you. ”

Skilled to order from the bartender behind the bar, Brother Luo continued to mumble with the ark.

Unlike the Ark, he only got here about half a month ago. But because the boss often runs here, he's been here a lot before, so he's pretty familiar with everything.

“… CERN is like a university, a university should have something that's basically here, and something that's not, there's more or less here. ”

Looking at the bartender behind the bar rocking like a dice, the ark asked, “Like what? ”

Brother Luo grinned: “For example, clubs, there are even two bands that are famous locally. But I came here a few times, and I missed them perfectly. But I'm sure you won't miss it this time. ”

“Why?”

“'Cause on the night of the experiment, they're gonna do it. ”

In the talking room, two clear and transparent Gipsons were placed on the table.

Looking at the colorless, clear, sparkling liquid, the ark reached out and picked up the glass and weighed it in suspicion.

White wine?

On his lips, he took a sip.

Then…

I almost choked him off.

“Cough--! ”

He coughed violently and the ark placed the cup on the table.

MMP?!

What the hell is this?