Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Chapter 433 Sister-in-law: I think about it (two more)

Immediately afterwards, the editor couldn't wait to say, "What happened?"

"We did two experiments, once with 49.2% and once with 51.3%." At the other end of the phone is a professor at the Mzhou Institute. He has a serious voice. "This is a compression study done by which team. You have his contact information. ?"

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

Each experiment result will be different due to the amount of deviation or various inevitable factors.

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

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

The professor over there hung up.

The editor-in-chief was still sitting in a chair without movement.

The executive editor watched the editor say nothing, couldn't help but walk around his desk and stared at him, too anxious. "What is going on now, is the result of the verification right ?!"

Hearing the voice of the executive editor, the editor-in-chief looked up, and he gave a blank "Ah", and returned to God.

"The results did not deviate too much, this article does not need to be reviewed for the third trial," the editor opened his mailbox with a mouse click, and looked at his receipts one by one, to see if that person wrote back, "You arrange it, For our most recent issue of a class article, replace this! "

"A category of articles?" The executive editor looked up and looked at the editor.

SCI papers are also graded.

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

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

The articles received by the editorial department are generally of ordinary grade, and only 10% of the research papers reach the second and third categories. As for the first type of articles, only those professors at the research level can reach them. Only one can be selected from hundreds of papers.

One type of article is placed on the cover, and all sub-type journals and newspapers are published simultaneously.

Very rare.

Sometimes I can't find a category article in a month.

There are less than twenty in a year.

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

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

"Yes, a class. Few people in the physical world have gone beyond the energy limit." The editor-in-chief took a deep breath after reading all the new emails and did not see the response from the flowering Chinese. "This article will cause The shaking of those research madmen and the major laboratories ... Qin Wei ... Strange, I can't find any news of her here, is it a newcomer in the physical world? "

The editor is now full of doubts.

He could have expected the riots that this article would bring, but he couldn't wait for a reply from the flower nation.

"You write a reply, and we post it," the editor stood up, 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 Ting Lan from Ting Lan, and Nan Huiyao and others just hurriedly responded to the research. None of the three people came to her to harass about it About Gangsan-eup.

Ten thirty in the evening.

Qin Yue came out of the laboratory door.

Cheng Ye watched her sit on the co-pilot, squinting his eyes slightly, and seemed to be sleepy. He raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the car a bit, and said nothing, and drove the car back quietly.

Underground parking lot, Cheng Ye stopped, and Qin Ye didn't wake up yet.

There were no lights in the car, and the parking lot was dark and overcast. Only the headlights in the car were on. Qin Hui's head was leaning against the window, and his dark hair was hanging down his side.

Cheng Min put his hand on the steering wheel and tilted his head to look at her for a long while.

The cell phone in front of the car lighted up, Cheng Ye's hand was very fast, and when it was about to ring, he took it directly to cut off the phone.

He glanced down, a phone call from an anonymous local number.

Cheng Min thought for a moment, opened the door softly, closed the door again, and confirmed that Qin Min did not wake up.

He turned to the call he had just called and dialed again.

"So late, what's the matter?" Cheng Ye lowered his voice even when the door was closed. He took a few steps back, stopped by the pillar, his eyes stayed on the window, and slowly spoke.

There is an old voice on the other end of the phone, and the speed is not fast, but it is respectful: "Are you convenient to visit the museum now?"

Cheng Ye's gaze remained in the direction of the car, and the tone was low, "Not now."

He paused over there, "So when is it convenient for you?"

"Tomorrow morning or afternoon," Cheng Min looked up, the co-pilot's door was pushed open, and he seemed to sigh. "I'll say something tomorrow when something happens."

Say hello to the person on the other end of the phone, Cheng Cheng hung up.

He walked over to the car, opened the door of the driver's seat, bent down, pulled out the key, and locked the door again.

Qin Yue had already come out, she was on the other side, because she had just woke up, she didn't have that sharp expression on her face, and yawned lazily, "Where are you going tomorrow?"

"The Museum," Cheng Yan walked up to her, raised her eyes and looked at her, "Are you going?"

If nothing is wrong, Qin Wei will definitely go.

But she is not only in trouble now, but also quite a lot.

Qin Wei changed his hand with the pile of documents in his hand and sighed, "Forget it, I have the chance to go again."

Cheng Yan didn't speak, and it was eleven o'clock when the two returned upstairs.

Cheng Mu is naturally no longer at this time, and the chef has long been off work.

Qin Yue threw the documents from the table onto the table, and when he looked up, he saw Cheng Yan going and turning to the kitchen.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, Qin Wei smelled a light fragrance.

She followed Cheng Cheng in, and found that the other was standing in front of the stove, holding double chopsticks, and stirring the porridge in the casserole in a hurry. He took off his coat when he returned home, and the black shirt sleeves inside were rolled up. A thin wrist was revealed.

Qin Yue walked in a little and looked down at the white casserole, "I'm really hungry."

"The casserole left by the chef," Cheng Min looked up at the time on the table below. "It's almost time."

He turned off the fire, and filled the bowl of porridge at will, and signaled Qin Hui to take the spoon.

The kitchen was full of cabinets. Qin Yue opened the two cabinets at hand, and continued to open the third cabinet. Cheng Wei waited for a while without seeing her, and returned to the kitchen. She was still at a cabinet. I'm rummaging.

It's kind of irritating to see her move.

Cheng Ye glanced at her and walked back with a smile.

Holding the congee, turn it back, walk behind her, and open the cabinet above her head in a hurry.

Inside are dishes and spoons.

Qin Yan: "..."

She remembered Qin Hanqiu's words of Cheng Yi ...

It doesn't look fake right now.

The porridge was a little hot, Qin Wei was sitting at the dining table and eating slowly.

Cheng Yan sat next to her and looked at the information she had brought back. There were a lot of data to be sorted out. Some of the three Nan Huiyao had dealt with it, and some were waiting for Qin Yue to fill it out.

"Do you understand?" Qin Hui leaned Erlang's legs and looked up at him with a spoon.

Cheng Ye turned a page, glanced at her, and returned without hesitation: "OK."

He didn't study nuclear engineering or automation, but in the past two months, before Qin Yue's assessment, he helped her fill in the data every night. As she had more contacts, she naturally got through.

"When you finish studying, I can go to Beijing University and apply for a fourth major." Cheng Min reached for his pen and helped her organize the thick pile of documents, with a careless tone.

But quite arrogant.

"How many majors have you studied?" Qin Yue finished the last bit of porridge.

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

"Everyone has learned, five or six? There are still two untested," Cheng Yi said faintly, and when she finished, she put the papers in her hand. "It's 11:30, go to sleep."

He went to the kitchen with a bowl and spoon and washed the dishes out.

Seeing Qin Yun leaning lazily on the second floor staircase, her long legs overlapped, her hands tied to her chest, the other hand holding the document, and casually knocking on the handrail of the staircase, the incandescent light hit her seemed almost strange Face.

Cheng Ye pulled a piece of paper, rubbed his hands slowly, and walked towards her, her eyebrows hanging down, "Not going to rest?"

"Ah," Qin Hui stood upright, she leaned her head on her side, and watched Cheng Cheng walking upstairs, "I think about it."

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The SCI paper in this article is a little bit overhead, please don't be serious ~

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