Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

It worked!

That cheerful voice is so wonderful.

At this moment, countless days and nights of hard work and sweat were all given real meaning by the flashing lights. Those questions from inside the PPPL lab about their uselessness will also bubble over time.

Looking at the flashing light, the canoe squeezed its fists slowly loosened, and slowly squeezed because of the thrill in its chest.

The experiment did not end with cheering.

With the first success, soon there will be a second, third...

One helium 3 particle, accelerated to its limit, carries enormous kinetic energy, breaking through the plasma and bombarding the tungsten titanium alloy as the target material with a slight amplitude offset.

A series of data is collected and superimposed and imported into the database in a fixed format for storage, waiting for the theoretical worker to sort it out.

Looking at the images on the computer screen, Professor Razelson shot the arm of the ark.

On the other hand, standing in the middle of a cheerful crowd, Director Brogue stared at the data on the screen and did not speak for a long time.

“What did I tell you earlier," Professor Razelson tapped his shoulder next to Director Brogue, grinning, “I told you, this idea must work! Now you finally believe it. ”

After returning to God, Director Brogue coughed heavily and corrected his face, “… it is only a gradual achievement, and it is a little too early to say so. ”

“Yes, yes, just a gradual outcome.” Professor Razelson laughed and said in a joke, "Don't envy me when I'm on the podium in Stockholm. ”

“Let's wait until you get a call from the Nobel Prize. ”

Professor Razelson, who was dislodged, was silent for a while and walked in the direction of the ark.

Walking next to the young scholar, he took a breath and said with an apology.

“I must apologize for what I just said… ”

While the ark was a little angry when Professor Brogue first heard it, the moment the helium 3 particles successfully hit the target material, all the bad feelings were melted away by the joy of success.

“There's nothing to apologize for, you just did what you had to do,” looked at the accumulated data on the computer screen, and the ark continued in a relaxed tone, "just like us, doing what we had to do. ”

“Thank you for your understanding… I also sincerely wish you a more remarkable outcome. ”

After looking at the ark with gratitude, Director Brogue turned away from the lab and did not mention the disbandment of the subject group.

If “HE-3 Atomic Probe Technology” were to emerge, the perception of high-temperature plasma in major plasma physics laboratories around the world would leap from “diagnosis” to “observation”.

The two belong entirely to different scales of measure in terms of precision.

This will undoubtedly be a "quasi-notification level" discovery!

If such a project were truly cut off, even if no one came to condemn him, he would regret his mistakes forever...

……

In the evening of that day, a dinner ark arrived next to Lake Carnegie, jogging along the lakeside trail as usual.

In a comfortable mood, he ran and couldn't help but speed up his steps.

At the end of the day, letting go of his speed and running at full speed, he had become a wild horse.

As if only the cold wind blowing across the street could calm his mood.

However, systemic drugs, while improving his metabolic function, did not make him athletic.

The trail around the side of the lake rushed for less than five minutes, and the boat gasped and parked beside the bench on the side of the road, grabbing the armrest and slowly sitting down.

Sweat seeps out of the back of the chest, sticks to the clothes that are close to you, and is gradually cooled by the cold wind.

The cold feeling, the frozen ark couldn't help shaking, but still couldn't quench the warm blood of his heart.

At this point, Molina, also jogging along the lake, noticed a canoe sitting on a bench, slowing her footsteps and parking next to the bench.

“… are you inspired by something?” She glanced at him with confusion, and Molina looked at him with a whispering tone.

“No, I feel much better now.” With his hands on his knees, the crude ark grinned and smiled, indicating that he was doing very well now.

It's just a little too good.

I looked at him with the same gaze as a psychopath, and Molina didn't say anything else, and sat on the other side of the bench,

A bottle of mineral water was touched from the sports belt, and she gracefully unwrapped the bottle cap close to her lips and sighted at the asthmatic ark on her side, saying in a chatty tone.

“It's almost Christmas. What are you going to do? ”

“Just stay in Princeton, my students propose to throw a party, and then…” After half a day of thinking, the ark didn't come up with any better arrangements, "and then went home to rest. ”

Looking silently at the ark, Molina sighed, "Such a pitiful Christmas... aren't you going to have a girlfriend for the holidays? ”

What kind of pot is this? Can't you open it?

But it doesn't matter. The ark is getting used to it.

“Mathematics is hard enough, girlfriend creatures, let me think about it someday.” Speaking in an emotional tone, the Ark suddenly realized a very serious thing and couldn't help but lean towards Molina, “I almost forgot, aren't you single yourself? You don't deserve to talk about me. ”

“I'm different, I'm a bachelor, and feelings are burdensome to me.” Slightly dumped the blonde hair that was wet by sweat, the pale blue eyes were imprinted with indifference, "and, as you might say, mathematics was hard enough. ”

As soon as the Ark heard that, it was a pleasure.

“But I haven't seen you serve math so well either. ”

From the beginning, he became a professor from an undergraduate, and she still followed her mentor to the Hardy threshold of Lehman's speculation, so much so that she didn't even write a doctoral thesis.

Of course, the Ark is not a disaster of happiness. Instead, she has been persuaded many times in good faith to choose a relatively simple goal to begin with.

Apparently, she never heard of it.

Molina stunned and glanced angrily at him after returning to God.

She had intended to rebut it, but found herself with no rebuttal breath at all. In the end, she could only chew silver teeth and squeeze it for half a day before holding out a sentence.

“You wait… for the IMO General Assembly report next August, I will let you take it back! ”

Without this harsh word, she stood up and ran away angrily.

“I'm waiting for your good news. ”

Shouted at the back of the lakeside trail, the ark shook its head with a smile.

And me. Now look who's been inspired.

But then again, if you get a little stimulus to achieve results, you can get a little stimulus.

He wiped a sweat in front of his forehead, recovered his strength, and the ark rose again from the bench, feeling comfortable running down the trail by the lake...