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Chapter 406 "Gumball"

Time flows slowly at the tip of Friedman's pen, as if the written words conform to each other.

Chen Zhou stood quietly at the side all the time, silently waiting for Friedman to stop writing.

Both Matheson and Coyle were a little surprised why they hadn't heard their voices for such a long time.

They stretched out their heads curiously, only to be surprised to find that this little junior brother from Huaguo had been waiting silently the whole time.

The two looked back and looked at each other.

Both saw a trace of disbelief in each other's eyes.

They admired Chen Zhou's patience.

Near 11:[-] noon, Friedman finally put down his pen and was about to get up to make a cup of coffee.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the figure of a young man.

Friedman was slightly taken aback, but quickly matched the young man's face with the photos he had seen.

Friedman looked at Chen Zhou: "How long have you been waiting?"

Chen Zhou replied truthfully: "One hour, three 10 minutes."

There was no trace of impatience in Chen Zhou's tone.

This actually made Friedman a little embarrassed.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." After Friedman finished speaking, he asked curiously, "You can call me, why didn't you?"

Chen Zhou explained with a smile: "I see that Professor, you are doing calculations seriously and immersing yourself in the world of research. This is probably the happiest time, and it is also the time when you don't want to be disturbed by anyone."

Friedman froze for a moment, then smiled softly: "Thank you for your understanding."

Chen Zhou: "Professor, you are welcome."

Friedman shouted at this time: "Matheson, please make two cups of coffee."

Matheson, who was separated by the pile of papers, heard the professor's words and quickly responded, "Okay, professor."

Then he and Coyle looked at each other again, and they seemed even more surprised than before.

When will our Professor Friedman ask for a cup of coffee for graduate students?
When the two cups of coffee were brewed and Matheson brought them in, he saw Chen Zhou and Friedman communicating in a friendly manner.

The sight surprised him again.

Professor Friedman is notoriously uncommunicative, and basically has no good looks towards graduate students.

Not to mention, those students who originally belonged to the mathematics department.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be words of contempt for the subject in the Department of Physics of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

But right now, it's really too harmonious.

Simply incredible!

"Professor, your coffee." After Matheson handed a cup of coffee to Friedman, he handed another cup to Chen Zhou.

Chen Zhou took the coffee and said softly, "Thank you."

Matheson immediately showed a warm smile: "You're welcome!"

Friedman took a sip of coffee and put it on the table.

Turning to Chen Zhou, he asked, "Why did you choose to continue studying physics?"

Chen Zhou thought for a while and replied: "Probably because I like it. I want to understand the cause and effect of things, understand and experience this world with a deeper perspective on the essence of things, and also pursue the essence of the starry universe above our heads. .”

"In addition, scientific research itself is a romantic thing. Whether it is overlooking the earth or looking up at the stars, there will be a romantic feeling."

Friedman didn't expect Chen Zhou's answer to be like this, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

But it is precisely because of such love and pursuit that people who regard the earth and the starry sky as their journey can achieve such brilliant achievements.

Friedman smiled softly: "You are the most... most romantic student I have ever met."

Chen Zhou also smiled when he heard the words: "Maybe it's just that they didn't say it."

Friedman was noncommittal, and said instead: "I have read your graduation thesis, which is considered a good research result. So, is this why you chose me as your advisor?"

Chen Zhou nodded slightly: "Yes, professor. When I was at Yanda University, my research field was basically nuclear physics."

"And you are an expert in this field, so I hope to learn more from you."

After Chen Zhou finished speaking, Friedman joked: "Your research field should always be analytic number theory. Your achievements in mathematics are much higher than those in physics."

Chen Zhou smiled slightly: "I take it as a professor and you are praising me."

Friedman laughed out loud when he heard this.

Immediately, he said: "If I really want to praise you, you have to achieve the same or even higher achievements in physics."

After a pause, Friedman said again: "Next week, I will go to SLAC, and then you will go there with me."

Chen Zhou was slightly taken aback, SLAC is where Friedman won the Nobel Prize.

What does that mean?

Seemingly seeing Chen Zhou's confusion, he casually handed the paper to Chen Zhou: "Next week there will be an experiment on a linear high-energy electron accelerator."

Although the words were not very clear, Chen Zhou already understood.

This is to follow him to do research on the subject.

Chen Zhou looked at the content on the paper and was stunned.

isn't it?
Your luck is so good?

In this way, such an important experiment came across?
Chen Zhou looked up at Friedman, and asked with some uncertainty: "Professor, can I participate in this experiment?"

Friedman nodded slightly: "As a graduate student, follow me."

Chen Zhou immediately said gratefully: "Thank you, Professor!"

Friedman waved his hand: "You don't need to thank me, this is what a mentor should do. In addition, you should know what needs to be prepared, right?"

Chen Zhou nodded heavily: "I know."

"That's good." Friedman was quite satisfied with Chen Zhou.

Of course, this is just the impression from this meeting.

Specific abilities, etc., still need to be observed.

After thinking about it, Friedman picked another stack of papers from the table and handed them to Chen Zhou: "You take these too, take the time to read them."

After saying that, he shouted again: "Maxisen, leave Chen Zhou's email address, and send him a copy of the information later."

Matheson's uncertain voice came: "Professor, is it the data of this SLAC experiment?"

Friedman: "Yes."

"Okay... okay, professor." Matheson's voice came again, already full of surprise.

Even more surprising was Coyle.

He looked at Matheson in shock, and asked in a very puzzled tone: "Professor, is this crazy?"

Matheson glanced at him: "I don't know, why don't you ask the professor?"

Coyle shook his head quickly: "Then I will definitely go crazy first."

While sorting out the information, Matheson said casually: "Maybe this is the difference... If Chen Zhou came and witnessed the 'glue ball' we've been looking for, that would really make people crazy... "

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