Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 459: I don’t know if I can finish it
He stepped aside and let Coyle and Matheson into the house.
As soon as the two men entered the room, they didn't bother to look around Chen Zhou's not-so-splendid dormitory.
He went straight to the desk where there were piles of draft papers.
Although Chen Zhou has personally admitted that his data processing speed so far is just enough to solve two data.
But they both still didn't quite believe it.
No matter what, this speed does not match the Chen Zhou they know.
If you want to talk about how difficult the data is to process, that's fine.
But the key is that processing these data is not that difficult at all.
All theoretical formulas are basically complete.
Use the simplest and dumbest method and just put it in. Don’t you know how to do it?
Even a graduate student who does not have the mathematical talent of Chen Zhou should be able to follow a similar pattern.
To say the least, even processing this data is somewhat difficult.
As someone who solved three mathematical conjectures within a year, would you be stumped by this level of difficulty?
I'm afraid other physicists can just rest at home.
Seeing the two men in a hurry, Chen Zhou did not stop them.
He has already told the truth, if you don't believe it, there is nothing I can do.
On the computer on the desk was the data that Chen Zhou had just opened.
The draft paper with the pen on it was still blank.
Seeing this, Coyle subconsciously wanted to flip through the other piles of draft papers.
But before he could make a move, Matheson had already said, "Looking at all these piles of papers, I still find it hard to believe that you are really just starting..."
It was these words from Matheson that instantly awakened Coyle.
These are not their own things. It is extremely impolite to rashly flip through them without permission.
Coyle's hand, which he was about to extend, was instantly retracted.
Not believing and not understanding is one thing, but being impolite is another.
Hearing what Matheson said, Chen Zhou had a helpless smile on his face: "As you can see, it's just the beginning."
After hearing this, Coyle immediately asked, "Are these piles of materials all research materials on the Goldbach conjecture?"
It has long been no secret that Chen Zhou is studying the Goldbach conjecture.
And with the media's help, it has almost become common knowledge.
Whether it's in China or elsewhere, it's almost the same.
Coupled with the help of the Cole Prize in Number Theory a while ago, it has become even more famous in foreign academic circles.
Chen Zhou walked over to the two of them, reached out and took away the file bag that was pressing down on the pile of draft papers, pointed at the pile of draft papers, and said, "It's not all research materials on the Goldbach conjecture. There is also data related to the topic of linear representation of Artin's L-function of the Galois group."
"In addition, there is quite a bit of information on the topic of the Glue Ball Experiment. I sorted out the theoretical knowledge of the topic as a whole, as well as some literature on the topic's experiments."
After Chen Zhou finished speaking, Coyle and Matheson opened their eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief.
Is this guy still human?
Can you handle so many projects at once?
Although I don't know what kind of topic the linear representation of Artin's L function of the Galois group is, but if this guy is interested in it, it shouldn't be that simple.
At this moment, Coyle suddenly caught sight of several other piles of draft papers in the corner.
Subconsciously, he pointed there and asked, "Are those the same?"
Following the direction of Coyle's finger, Matheson also noticed the pile of draft papers in the corner.
Unlike Coyle, the surprised expression on his face intensified after seeing it.
They all knew that Chen Zhou had only been here for a few months.
Isn't the level of accumulation of this kind of information a bit too exaggerated?
Chen Zhou looked back and explained, "Those aren't all of them. Some of them are materials sent by Professor Ating, asking me to summarize a problem. There are a lot of materials from that summary there."
As soon as Chen Zhou said this, both Coyle and Matheson were truly shocked again by Chen Zhou's speed, or efficiency.
This guy has actually quietly completed a mathematical summary report!
Of course, they would not be so foolish as to think that the "one problem" Chen Zhou mentioned was just a simple problem.
If it were simple, how would you explain all this information?
Besides, would Professor Artin ask simple questions?
He is a true master of algebraic geometry!
It took a while for Coyle and Matheson to recover.
Coyle hesitated, but still said what he had in mind at the beginning: "Um, Chen Zhou, can I see these things of yours?"
Chen Zhou followed Coyle's gaze, glanced, and nodded slightly.
Coyle no longer hesitated and quickly picked up the pile of draft papers on the table that were filled with words and symbols.
It might have been impolite before, but now, he has obtained the owner's consent.
As Coyle was flipping through the draft paper, Matheson leaned over without hesitation.
As Coyle flipped his hands, the two of them became more and more surprised.
Chen Zhou watched the two of them quietly with a faint smile on his face.
As far as he was concerned, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
If I hadn't attended the Cole Number Theory Award ceremony, I would have participated in the entire mathematics academic exchange conference.
Then the draft paper on this table should be thicker.
Moreover, he should have started processing the data mentioned by the two people in front of him a long time ago.
Coyle didn't know how long he had been flipping.
He only felt that the weight of the draft paper in front of him was getting heavier and heavier.
If Chen Zhou calls this organizing data, then what do they usually organize?
This guy deduced the entire theoretical knowledge of the rubber ball experiment topic on a piece of draft paper!
Moreover, is this how the experimental literature on the jelly ball project was organized?
Can you organize while doing deductions on draft paper?
Can the direction of the experiment be corrected at the same time?
After a long time, Coyle finally finished flipping through the thick stack of draft paper he had quickly picked up.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Matheson who had a serious expression on his face beside him.
Matheson also slowly turned his head and glanced at him.
There was nothing but shock in the eyes of the two people.
The two of them also understood a sentence from each other's eyes.
This guy must really be a pervert, right?
Chen Zhou naturally noticed the expressions of the two people at this time. He touched his nose and thought with some doubt: "There is no need to show such a ghost expression, right?"
After a pause, Chen Zhou said, "Well, my two brothers, you came to see me today. Is it because Professor Friedman is urging me to do so?"
Hearing Chen Zhou's voice, Coyle and Matheson came back to their senses.
Matheson shook his head. "No, Professor Friedman didn't say anything. He just asked about our research at SLAC . He should be making an experimental plan for the next experiment."
Chen Zhou nodded: "Yeah."
Ma Xisen looked at Chen Zhou and wanted to say something, but he felt that he had too much to say and didn't know where to start.
Coyle asked directly, "Chen Zhou, is this really the research you started after returning from SLAC?"
Chen Zhou said puzzledly: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
Coyle: "No, nothing..."
Looking at the draft papers in his hand again, Coyle gently put them back on the desk.
The contents on these draft papers are quite heavy.
If it were him, he would probably have written several useless papers.
But this junior brother in front of me, who had just entered the school, was so patient.
Coyle couldn't imagine what this research material would look like when it was finally completed.
Directly impact Nature or Science?
Or, are you going for the Nobel Prize in the field of rubber balls?
It’s not that Coyle was exaggerating, but that’s how he felt after watching it.
After thinking about it, Coyle couldn't help but exclaimed: "Chen Zhou, what kind of person are you? This research manuscript is simply indescribable!"
Matheson looked at his old friend and said, "Do you do this every time you do a project? This doesn't seem like a project, but rather a perfect work of art!"
After hearing what the two said, Chen Zhou was stunned. Is it so exaggerated?
Haven't these two senior brothers done the experimental project seriously?
After thinking for a while, Chen Zhou said softly, "Maybe it's my habit. I like to sort out the ins and outs of a subject clearly, and then deduce it on paper. In fact, I don't know if this is right..."
Coyle and Matheson looked at each other.
You still don’t know if this is right?
Even if this is wrong, this kind of mistake is not something that ordinary people can make...
Both of them were silent and did not speak.
Looking at the two of them, Chen Zhou coughed lightly and continued, "Look, aren't you much faster than me? I haven't even started processing the data from the last experiment yet."
It would have been better if Chen Zhou didn't say it. As soon as he said this, Coyle and Matheson's faces immediately showed a bitter expression.
They processed the experimental data, but that was just simple data processing.
But it's not like Chen Zhou, who did it all over again from beginning to end.
If they really used the same method as Chen Zhou, then they would have probably only been processing the experimental data for a short time.
Moreover, the two felt that even if they used the same method as Chen Zhou, they might not be able to obtain the same paper-based experimental deduction results as Chen Zhou.
Even though they were working together as part of a team working on the entire Glueball experiment at SLAC.
It’s not that they are belittling themselves, it’s just that the contents on the draft paper give people that feeling.
Seeing that the two of them had been silent, Chen Zhou felt a little embarrassed.
After a while, Coyle finally said, "Chen Zhou, Christmas is coming soon. In two days, Professor Friedman will give us winter vacation. I wonder if you can finish processing these data?"
Matheson also said: "Although Chinese students like you may receive special consideration. Professor Friedman should allow you to stay on campus until the eve of your own Chinese New Year, and then give you a holiday so that you can return home to celebrate your own festival."
"But there's not much time left. I wonder if you can finish processing the data before then. Because your Spring Festival is over, it will be quite late when you come back. And the experiments at SLAC must be in preparation..."
There was really nothing else Coyle and Matheson meant by this.
They were indeed worried about whether Chen Zhou could finish processing the data and ultimately complete such an experimental "paper".
After all, it would be a real pity if the content on the draft paper was not verified in time.
Chen Zhou heard this and chuckled, "I originally thought I would have the winter break with you guys. If that's the case, I don't know if I can finish processing this data."
"However, since we are going to have a winter vacation according to our country's Spring Festival, there won't be much of a problem. At most... at most half a month, all this data can be completed!"
Chen Zhou originally wanted to say it would take at most a week, but he changed his words in the end.
He was afraid that if something happened to him and he got delayed again, wouldn't that be slapping himself in the face?
Although Chen Zhou thought so, Coyle and Matheson had a different feeling when they heard it.
This guy's efficiency is unbearable to look at!
However, Coyle still had some doubts: "Can you really finish it? I just read your manuscript and found that your speed in processing literature materials..."
When Coyle asked this question, it was not because he did not believe what Chen Zhou said about the half month.
Judging from the contents of the manuscript just now, Chen Zhou probably didn't compile much experimental literature.
Because all he saw were the experimental data from two or three papers and Chen Zhou's experimental deductions on paper.
Judging from this speed, Chen Zhou is indeed very efficient, at least in processing data, but it cannot be said to be absolutely fast.
"Oh, you're talking about that..." Chen Zhou glanced at the draft paper that Coyle had just picked up and put down, and smiled softly.
Coyle and Matheson looked at each other. They didn't understand why Chen Zhou was laughing.
But then Chen Zhou said, "Those are just the contents of three experimental papers. There are many more hidden underneath."
Hearing this, Coyle and Matheson quickly turned their heads and glanced at the pile of draft papers.
What's the meaning?
Far more than just the contents of those three experimental papers?
How much is that?
Coyle quickly turned his head and looked at Chen Zhou and asked, "How many articles did you compile?"
Chen Zhou thought for a moment and said softly, "Not counting the documents I just skimmed through, I downloaded more than 80 documents in total."
Coyle suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.
Matheson's expression was similar.
It turns out that I've been worrying about nothing?
What the hell, what kind of devilish speed is this?
Is this the efficiency of flying an airplane or flying a rocket?
"Well, if that's the case, then we won't worry about it. I hope you can finish it soon..."
"Yes, we are waiting to see your results..."
Coyle and Matheson spoke one sentence each.
After saying that, the two of them wanted to leave quickly.
Every second they stayed in this place made them feel deeply guilty.
In comparison, my job at SLAC couldn't be easier.
Moreover, Chen Zhou is still constrained by mathematical topics.
How can this be compared?
After seeing off Coyle and Matheson, Chen Zhou returned to his desk with a strange expression.
Aren’t these two senior brothers so funny?
What kind of expression is this?
Chen Zhou was actually quite puzzled.
These two brothers came here clearly excitedly.
But when he left, he had a miserable expression on his face.
Moreover, just to see the progress of your research?
Oh, by the way, I also told myself that winter vacation is coming soon.
Apart from this, there is nothing else?
Chen Zhou thought, shouldn’t the reason these two people came to see him be about the rubber ball experiment project?
Shouldn't I have a good discussion with myself about the jellyball experiment?
Shouldn't we share the progress at SLAC?
Thinking of this, Chen Zhou tilted his head and muttered to himself: "Why did I forget to ask them?"
Chen Zhou shook his head helplessly, confused by the strange expressions of the two men.
Even my smart brain started to forget things.
We can only blame Coyle and Matheson, they were acting weird from the moment they got to the door.
Then he went into the room and went straight to his desk.
Even my minimalist decoration can't attract them...
Looking back at his room, Chen Zhou was still very satisfied with his dormitory which had plenty of space for storing draft papers.
At this time, Coyle and Matheson were walking out of the apartment building where Chen Zhou was with their heads down.
Today they came to see Chen Zhou because they really wanted to talk about the rubber ball experiment project.
I'd also like to share my experience at SLAC.
Learn more about Chen Zhou’s research progress.
But who could have thought that before even entering the door, he would be confused by Chen Zhou.
Until now, I still haven't recovered...
But at the same time, they also had some expectations for Chen Zhou's research.
They were originally left at SLAC and were still wondering why Professor Friedman would tie Chen Zhou and Professor Cross together alone.
For this reason, they feel somewhat resentful in their hearts.
That's why they often ask Professor Cross about the situation.
However, I couldn't find out anything from Professor Cross.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have come to see Chen Zhou so excitedly after returning from SLAC this time.
But the result is like this...
While they were helpless, the dissatisfaction and resentment in their hearts had long disappeared in the shock.
"Do you want to report the situation to Professor Friedman?"
Matheson suddenly said.
It would be fine if they didn't know about Chen Zhou's research.
But now that I have read other people's manuscripts and understood his research progress, it is necessary to report to Professor Friedman.
After thinking for a while, Coyle suddenly said mischievously, "Let's not report it. I also want to see what Professor Friedman's expression will be when he sees Chen Zhou's research results."
Matheson was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly.
But he still had some doubts.
Coyle knew Matheson very well, so he explained, "Whether we report it or not, Chen Zhou's research results will be sent to Professor Friedman as soon as they come out."
"Besides, we don't really know the situation between Professor Friedman, Chen Zhou, and Professor Cross. So, it's better not to report it casually."
Hearing this, Matheson's doubts were completely dispelled.
In the dormitory, Chen Zhou has already started the final data processing.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely inform Coyle and the others much earlier.
Of course, this is also based on his existing rhythm.
And the thinking that won't get stuck.
But anyway.
Before returning home for the Spring Festival.
Chen Zhou must complete this part of the work thoroughly!
