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Chapter 483 You Can Be My Professional Driver

Cross is familiar with the seaside in the San Francisco Bay Area.

It's just that the mood is different from the previous time when I accompanied Friedman here.

Cross, who accompanied Chen Zhou here to enjoy the sea breeze, was in a very depressed mood.

Originally, I wanted to seek the final experimental plan in the cracks of SLAC.

Seeing that there is only one step away from the predetermined goal.

In the end, the question of "sexual confinement" popped up suddenly, blocking them out of the door.

And this door is still heavier than the bronze door, and it cannot be crossed for a while.

Thinking of this, Cross couldn't help sighing: "Oh..."

Hearing this sigh, Chen Zhou slowly turned his head and glanced at Cross.

After thinking about it, Chen Zhou smiled and said, "Don't be like this, Professor Cross, maybe we'll pass this hurdle when we wake up tomorrow morning?"

Although I don't have much hope for this idea, but facing it with an optimistic attitude is better than cross sighing like this.

Cross smiled bitterly: "If this is the case, then I will be your full-time driver in the future. I will go wherever you want me to go, not to mention the wind blowing on the beach, even fishing in the sea..."

When Chen Zhou heard the words, he immediately said cheerfully: "There is a saying in our Hua country, which is called never set a flag, you have to believe, everything is possible."

Cross was slightly taken aback, and then asked, "Do you have an idea for a solution?"

Chen Zhou shook his head: "It's not..."

"Okay..." The hope that had just risen in Cross's heart was instantly shattered.

As if he had made up his mind, Cross said decisively: "This flag, I am standing here today, as long as you can solve the problem of 'color confinement' and successfully complete our final experimental plan, I will be your driver , no matter whether it is catching birds in the sky or fishing in the sea, I will listen to you..."

Chen Zhou smiled softly, but did not speak.

Standing by the railing on the side of the road, looking into the distance out of thin air.

Whether it's catching birds from the sky or fishing in the sea, it's not what Chen Zhou wants now.

He has only one thought now.

That is to solve the series of problems of "color confinement" and successfully complete the final experimental plan.

Seeing that Chen Zhou didn't speak, Cross also fell silent.

The two stood side by side, listening to the sound of the waves hitting the rocks, and the cold sea breeze blowing in their faces.

Although the two of them are a bit uncomfortable from the cold.

But the originally depressed mood gradually drifted away with the sea breeze.

The sporadic lights on the sea flicker on and off.

It is a sailing ship, floating up and down with the waves of the sea.

Just like every scientific research worker, in the unknown scientific world, go up and down.

Just to catch the sporadic light, so as to open up this unknown world.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone towards Chen Zhou and the two of them.

Chen Zhou subconsciously blocked it with his hands, only to realize that it was the light from the lighthouse in the distance.

Because the lighthouse hadn't been lit before, Chen Zhou didn't know that he and Cross came to the vicinity of the Pigeon Point Lighthouse without knowing it.

The last time I followed Friedman to the beach, Chen Zhou only vaguely saw the figure of the Pigeon Point Lighthouse from a distance.

This time it was getting closer, so Chen Zhou fully appreciated this internet celebrity lighthouse.

This is the tallest lighthouse in active service on the west coast of the United States, and it is also one of the tallest lighthouses in the United States.

"Chen Zhou, have you noticed anything different?" Cross also looked at the Dove Point lighthouse that had just been lit in the distance, and Cross suddenly realized something.

When Chen Zhou heard the words, he asked in puzzlement, "What's the difference? The lighthouse was lit too late?"

Cross shook his head: "I'm not talking about this, but this is indeed one of the reasons."

Unable to understand what Cross said, Chen Zhou said directly: "Don't play charades, since the light is turned on so late, it's because you said something different, so what exactly is this difference?"

Cross explained: "One day every year, the Dove Point Lighthouse in the San Francisco Bay Area will be lit with five kerosene lamps and a set of Fresnel lenses as it did more than 100 years ago."

"According to the usual practice, this time should be in November. I didn't expect that this year would be brought forward to today, and it happened to be hit by us..."

Hearing what Cross said, Chen Zhou turned his head and looked at the Pigeon Point Lighthouse again.

Sure enough, there were quite a few tourists around under the lighthouse.

Or cheer, or jump for joy.

Cross pointed at the lighthouse and asked, "Chen Zhou, do you know how much brightness a lighthouse lit with a Fresnel lens can achieve?"

Chen Zhou didn't speak, and Cross said to himself: "It can reach a brightness of 500000 candela! It's enough to illuminate this dark sea! It's enough to guide those ships with faint starlight!"

"It's really a coincidence that we happened to bump into the pigeon-pointed lighthouse lit by a Fresnel lens on such a depressing day today. I don't know if it is..."

Before Cross finished speaking, he saw that Chen Zhou had turned around and walked towards the car.

"Hey, where are you going? Are you going back now?"

Looking at Chen Zhou's back, Cross shouted in confusion.

Chen Zhou, who didn't reply, walked to the side of the car, opened the door, and sat in.

After waiting for a while, Chen Zhou saw that Cross had finished yelling, and then fell silent, and just stood there watching the lighthouse "show" that kept spinning.

He had to lower the car window, popped his head, and shouted at Cross: "Professor Cross, hurry back!"

Cross heard the voice and turned around: "It's rare to see the pigeon-pointed lighthouse lit with a Fresnel lens. Shall we stop looking at it? Going back is also worrying about the 'color confinement', why not go outside... ..."

Before Cross finished speaking, Chen Zhou shouted again: "Are you still going to be my full-time driver?"

Cross, who didn't react for a while, asked subconsciously: "What?"

But soon, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

Taking three steps in parallel, Cross trotted to the side of the car.

Leaning on the window of the co-pilot, he excitedly asked Chen Zhou who was sitting inside: "You mean, you found a solution to the 'color confinement'?"

Chen Zhou smiled lightly and said, "Go back and try first, this will determine whether you will be my full-time driver."

Cross immediately said, "Could it be that the flag of your country of China is really so clever?"

The light from the dove lighthouse once again shone on Chen Zhou and Cross.

This time, the expressions on their faces have completely changed.

In fact, Chen Zhou didn't expect that when he casually talked about going to the beach to blow some air, he would actually be inspired.

He just thought about blowing the sea breeze to wake himself up.

It is also good to manage the chaotic thoughts.

But the pigeon-pointed lighthouse shone the light of inspiration on him.

Even though it was only a fleeting moment, for the current Chen Zhou, there is absolutely no possibility of letting it go.

Cross turned back again, glanced at the Pigeon Point Lighthouse in the distance, with a strange expression on his face, but muttered in his mouth: "I would rather be your full-time driver for the rest of my life, and you have to solve this problem smoothly." Problem..."

On the way back, Cross showed off his driving skills to the fullest, and stopped at the downstairs of the SLAC dormitory as fast as lightning.

If only Cross had been driving a deadpan old car when he went to the beach.

Then when he came back, he was Qiu Mingshan's car god, the number one car driver in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Of course, this is inseparable from his desire to bring Chen Zhou back to the dormitory as soon as possible and hand over the paper and pen to Chen Zhou.

Can you imagine a patient who is helpless and can only wait for the time to pass, silently counting the deadline, and suddenly hear the elixir of life?

Although this description is a bit exaggerated, Cross's mood at the moment is really similar.

The collider experiment of SLAC and the glue ball experiment are subjects that he has spent many years working hard on.

Friedman is even more of his mentor.

Now, because of the problem of "color confinement", the theoretical research on the whole strange quantum number glue ball will be delayed indefinitely.

In Cross's heart, he was very urgent, but he was helpless, and there was a lot of unwillingness.

He didn't want his mentor, Friedman, who had worked and studied the SLAC collider for so many years, to end in such a disgraceful way.

Even in history, SLAC's collider has achieved many brilliance, and brought SLAC six Nobel Prizes in Physics.

However, if the colliders of SLAC withdraw from the stage of history with this posture of falling in the face of difficulties.

As far as people can remember, when people talk about SLAC in the future, they will only express this emotion: "In the past, SLAC used colliders to conduct research in the field of high-energy physics. , failed to complete, and fell on the collider experiment that it has always been proud of."

This is not what Cross wants to see, and he doesn't want Friedman to see it.

But it is a pity that when the problem of "sexual confinement" "hit", he was powerless.

It's not that he didn't want to solve it, or that he didn't think of a way.

However, judging from his many years of research experience, this thing is not something he can solve at all.

He can only pin his hopes on Friedman and Chen Zhou.

To be precise, it was Chen Zhou.

Because of Chen Zhou's previous research paper on the glue ball experiment, Cross realized the strength of this young man.

His thinking, his research methods, and his processing methods all have a peculiar "beauty".

Simply put, this peculiar "beauty" is towards the end of problem solving.

Therefore, Cross hopes that Chen Zhou can overcome this problem that has plagued theoretical physicists for decades.

However, when Chen Zhou also said it was difficult, Cross lost his sense of proportion in an instant.

That is to say, he has no bottom, and he doesn't know who else to pin his hopes on.

What he can foresee are things that he doesn't want to see, happening step by step and over time.

This is a very helpless, desperate, but unwilling mood.

It was also a true psychological portrayal of Cross not long ago.

However, Chen Zhou's words "Are you still going to be my full-time driver?" instantly aroused his hopes again.

Things are still going on, and the end has not yet been reached.

Cross only hoped that the hope brought by Chen Zhou would never be extinguished.

After sending Chen Zhou to the dormitory and reconfirming that he does not need his help, Cross returned to his dormitory.

But even if he came back, he would still be restless.

He didn't know how Chen Zhou was going at the moment, he wanted to know if this problem could really be solved.

No matter how anxious Cross was, at this time Chen Zhou was sitting at the desk writing hard.

On the way back, although Cross drove very fast, Chen Zhou didn't care about the speed of the car at all.

His attention was all on the set of wrong questions.

Compared with the set of wrong questions, Chen Zhou was already verifying his thinking.

This time I will go back to the dormitory, just to sort out my thoughts again, and try my best to overcome this difficult problem that I avoided but appeared again.

Before I knew it, the night was getting dark.

But Chen Zhou, who was sitting at the desk, had no intention of resting at all.

His expression was extremely focused.

The pen in his hand also kept writing new content on the draft paper at a steady speed.

Like Chen Zhou, Cross and Friedman, as well as the researchers who are still following Friedman and working on this glue ball experiment, are also not resting.

Friedman did not hide from these researchers.

In Friedman's view, it is pointless to hide any more at this moment.

Perhaps because of Friedman's frankness, none of these researchers chose to leave after learning the news.

No matter what the final result is, no matter whether the glue ball experiment can be completed, no matter what SLAC's collider can finally leave behind.

They were all meant to accompany the octogenarian until the very end of the experiment.

Therefore, when Cross told everyone the news that Chen Zhou was solving this problem.

Everyone's mood is the same.

This also meant that tonight, maybe even tomorrow night, would be a sleepless night.

Compared with Friedman and other researchers, Cross not only couldn't fall asleep, but he also paid close attention to Chen Zhou "quietly".

From time to time, he would open the door and go to the next door, leaning over to listen carefully.

However, no sound can be heard.

Only the faint light that could be seen from the crack of the door revealed that Chen Zhou hadn't rested yet and was staying up all night fighting.

While Chen Zhou was furiously solving the problem and Cross and the others waited anxiously, the sky outside gradually brightened.

One night passed like this.

The next day, with dark circles under his eyes, Cross appeared at Chen Zhou's door as usual, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

But before his hand touched the door, Cross put it down again.

He didn't know what Chen Zhou's situation was like at the moment.

He was afraid that his sudden knock on the door would interrupt Chen Zhou's train of thought.

If that's the case, then Cross will really regret it to death.

After struggling at the door for a long time, Cross finally gave up knocking on the door.

He decided that it was better to wait slowly.

If there is an answer, then Chen Zhou will definitely come out.

If no answer is found, Chen Zhou will definitely notify in time.

With such a mentality, Cross held back his anxious heart and waited silently.

If we say which day is the most worrying, even eat well.

Cross will definitely say today.

Because Chen Zhou has not been out of the house for a day and a night since he returned to the dormitory last night.

He raised his hand and looked at the time, it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening.

Cross couldn't sit still.

Regardless of whether it is solved or not, don't let this person get overwhelmed, right?

The lights that did not turn off last night meant that Chen Zhou fought fiercely last night.

But when Cross walked to the door of his dormitory, he stopped suddenly.

"This damn situation, if it interrupts Chen Zhou's train of thought, what can I do..."

Cross immediately thought of Chen Zhou he knew, as well as Chen Zhou's closed-door research method.

"Wait, tomorrow morning, if there is no news, I will knock on the door!"

The waiting time always passed very slowly.

After staying up for two days and one night, Cross, who had spent the night in the middle of the night, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Sitting on the chair, he fell asleep on the table.

At 6 a.m. the next morning, Cross fell from his chair to the floor.

With a sudden shock, Cross got up instantly and stood up.

"I actually fell asleep..."

Subconsciously, he looked at the time and saw that another night had passed, and Cross couldn't sit still anymore.

Regardless of washing up, Cross went out directly, walked to Chen Zhou's door, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Just at this moment, his cell phone rang twice.

Cross lowered his arm, took out his phone, and glanced at it.

Cross read the short message several times.

After making sure that he read the message correctly, the solemn expression on Cross's face disappeared instantly.

Instead, there are surprises and peace of mind.

On the phone, there is an email from Chen Zhou and a message.

Cross had not had time to read the content of the email.

He just read the news just now.

The content of the message is: "You can be my full-time driver."

　Thanks to book friend Yan Hongxue for the 100 starting coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)