Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 483 You Can Be My Full-time Driver
Cross is very familiar with the seaside of the San Francisco Bay Area.
But the mood was different from when I accompanied Friedman here in the past.
Cross, who came with Chen Zhou to enjoy the sea breeze this time, was in a very low mood.
I originally wanted to seek the final experimental plan in the cracks of SLAC.
It seems that we are only one step away from the predetermined goal.
But then the issue of "sexual confinement" suddenly popped up and blocked them out.
However, this door is thousands of pounds heavier than the bronze door and cannot be crossed for a while.
Thinking of this, Cross couldn't help but sigh: "Alas..."
Hearing this sigh, Chen Zhou slowly turned his head and glanced at Cross.
After thinking for a while, Chen Zhou smiled and said, "Don't be like that, Professor Cross. Maybe when we wake up tomorrow morning, we will have overcome this hurdle."
Although I don't have much hope for this idea, it is better to face it with an optimistic attitude than to sigh like Kroos.
Cross smiled bitterly and said, "If that's the case, then I will be your full-time driver from now on. I'll go wherever you tell me to go, not to mention going to the beach to enjoy the breeze, even fishing in the sea is fine..."
Chen Zhou was delighted when he heard this: "There is a saying in China: Never set a flag. You have to believe that everything is possible."
Cross was slightly startled, then asked, "Do you have an idea for a solution?"
Chen Zhou shook his head: "That's not the case..."
"Okay..." The little hope that had just risen in Cross's heart was instantly shattered.
Cross seemed to have made up his mind. He said firmly: "I will put this flag here today. As long as you can solve the problem of 'sexual 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 and said nothing.
Standing by the railing on the roadside, looking into the distance.
Whether it is catching birds in the sky or fishing in the sea, neither is what Chen Zhou wants now.
He now has only one thought.
That is to solve the series of problems of "color confinement" and successfully complete the final experimental plan.
Seeing that Chen Zhou didn't say anything, Cross also fell silent.
The two stood side by side, listening to the sound of waves hitting the rocks and feeling the somewhat cold sea breeze blowing in their faces.
The two of them were feeling a little uncomfortable because of the cold.
However, the originally depressed mood gradually dissipated with the sea breeze.
The scattered lights on the sea flickered.
It is a sailing ship, floating up and down with the waves of the sea.
Just like every scientific researcher, he rises and falls in the unknown world of science.
Just to catch the scattered light and open up this unknown world.
Suddenly, a beam of light shone towards Chen Zhou and the other man.
Chen Zhou subconsciously blocked it with his hand, only to find that it was the light from the lighthouse in the distance.
Because the lighthouse had not been lit before, Chen Zhou did not know that he and Cross had unknowingly arrived near the Dove Point Lighthouse.
The last time he came to the beach with Friedman, Chen Zhou only vaguely saw the Dove Point Lighthouse from a distance.
This time, as he was closer, Chen Zhou was able to fully appreciate this internet-famous lighthouse.
This is the tallest lighthouse in service on the west coast of the United States and one of the tallest lighthouses in the country.
"Chen Zhou, have you noticed anything different?" Also looking at the Dove Point Lighthouse that had just been lit up in the distance, Cross suddenly realized something.
Chen Zhou heard this and asked in confusion: "What's the difference? The lighthouse was lit too late?"
Cross shook his head. “That’s not what I’m talking about, but that’s certainly one of the reasons.”
Not understanding what Cross said, Chen Zhou said directly: "Don't play dumb. Since it is lit up so late, it is because what you said is different. Then what is this difference?"
"One day each year, the Pigeon Point Lighthouse in the San Francisco Bay Area is lit up just as it has been for over a hundred years, using five kerosene lamps and a set of Fresnel lenses," Cross explained.
"According to convention, this time should have been in November, but I didn't expect it to be brought forward to today this year, and we just happened to hit it..."
After hearing what Cross said, Chen Zhou turned his head and looked at the Dove Point Lighthouse again.
Sure enough, there were quite a few tourists gathered under the lighthouse.
Either cheering or jumping for joy.
Cross pointed at the Dove Point Lighthouse and asked, "Chen Zhou, do you know how bright a lighthouse lit can be?"
Chen Zhou did not speak. Cross said to himself: "It can reach a brightness of 500,000 candela! Enough to illuminate this dark sea! Enough to guide those ships with faint starlight!"
"It is a great coincidence that we should have come across the Fresnel lens-lit Dove Point Lighthouse on such a depressing day as today. I wonder why..."
Before Cross could finish his words, he saw Chen Zhou turning around and walking 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 walked to the car without answering, opened the door and got in.
After waiting for a while, Chen Zhou saw that Cross had finished shouting and there was no movement. He just stood there watching the rotating lighthouse "show".
He had no choice but to roll down the car window, pop his head out, and yell at Cross: "Professor Cross, go back quickly!"
Cross heard the voice and turned around. "It's a rare lighthouse with a Fresnel lens. Why don't we take a look at it? We will be worried about the 'color confinement' if we go back. It's better to stay outside..."
Before Cross could finish his words, Chen Zhou shouted again: "Are you still going to be my full-time driver?"
Cross, who didn't react for a moment, subconsciously asked: "What?"
But soon, an expression of surprise appeared on his face.
Cross trotted to the car in two steps.
Leaning on the passenger window, he excitedly asked Chen Zhou who was sitting inside: "You mean, you found a way to solve the 'sexual confinement'?"
Chen Zhou smiled faintly and said, "Go back and try it first. This will determine whether you will be my full-time driver."
Cross immediately said, "Is your Chinese flag really that effective?"
The light from the Dove Point Lighthouse once again shone on Chen Zhou and Cross.
This time, the expressions on their faces had completely changed.
Chen Zhou actually didn't expect that his casual suggestion of going to the beach to get some fresh air would actually bring him inspiration.
He just thought that the sea breeze would make him feel more awake.
It also helps to sort out my messy thoughts.
But the Dove Point Lighthouse shone the light of inspiration upon him.
Even though it was only a fleeting moment, for Chen Zhou at the moment, there was no possibility of letting it go.
Cross turned his head again and glanced at the Dove Point Lighthouse in the distance. With a strange look on his face, he muttered, "I would rather be your full-time driver for life. You have to solve this problem smoothly..."
On the way back, Cross showed off his driving skills and stopped downstairs of the SLAC dormitory building at lightning speed.
If Cross drove an old car without any mood when going to the beach.
Then when he came back, he was the driving god of Akina Mountain, the best 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 give Chen Zhou paper and pen.
Can you imagine how a patient, who is helpless and can only wait for time to pass and silently count the deadline, would feel when he suddenly hears a recipe for a miraculous elixir that can bring him back to life?
Although this description is a bit exaggerated, Cross's mood at the moment is really similar.
The SLAC collider experiment and the glueball experiment were topics on which he had spent many years of effort.
Friedman was his mentor and benefactor.
Nowadays, because of the problem of "color confinement", the theoretical research on the entire strange quantum number glueball will be delayed indefinitely.
Cross felt extremely anxious, yet helpless, and even unwilling.
He did not want his mentor Friedman, and the SLAC collider where he had worked and researched for so many years, to end in such a disgraceful way.
Even though SLAC's collider has achieved many glories in history, it has also brought SLAC six Nobel Prizes in Physics.
However, if SLAC's colliders were to exit .
What people can remember is that when people talk about SLAC in the future, they will only sigh like this: "SLAC's research in the field of high-energy physics using colliders was really great. But unfortunately, it couldn't even complete the final experimental plan and failed in the collider experiment that it has always been proud of."
This was not what Cross wanted to see, and he didn't want Friedman to see it even more.
But unfortunately, when the problem of "color confinement" "struck", he was powerless to do anything.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to solve it, nor is it that he hasn’t thought of a solution.
However, based on his many years of research experience, this thing is simply not something he can solve.
He could only place his hopes on Friedman and Chen Zhou.
To be precise, it is still Chen Zhou.
Because of the research paper Chen Zhou had previously completed on the colloid ball experiment, Cross realized how capable this young man was.
His thinking, his research methods, and his approach all have a peculiar "beauty".
Simply put, this peculiar "beauty" is directed towards the end of solving problems.
Therefore, Cross hopes that Chen Zhou can overcome this problem that has troubled theoretical physicists for decades.
However, when Chen Zhou also said that it was difficult, Cross's heart instantly lost its composure.
In other words, he had lost his confidence and didn't know who to pin his hopes on.
What he could foresee were the things he didn't want to see, happening step by step over time.
This is a feeling of helplessness, despair, but unwillingness.
This was also a true psychological portrayal of Kroos not long ago.
However, Chen Zhou's words, "Are you still planning to be my full-time driver?" instantly raised his hopes again.
Things are still going on and the end has not yet been reached.
Cross only hopes that the hope brought by Chen Zhou will never be extinguished.
After sending Chen Zhou to the dormitory and confirming that he didn't need help, Cross returned to his own dormitory.
But even after returning, he still felt uneasy.
He didn't know how Chen Zhou was progressing at the moment, and he wanted to know if this problem could really be solved.
No matter how anxious Cross was, Chen Zhou was sitting at his desk, writing furiously.
On the way back, although Cross drove very fast, Chen Zhou didn't care about the speed at all.
His attention was entirely on the collection of wrong questions.
By comparing with the collection of wrong questions, Chen Zhou was already verifying his own ideas.
Now that I'm back in the dormitory, I can sort out my thoughts again and try to solve this problem that I avoided but has arisen again in one go.
Before I knew it, it was late at night.
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 kept writing new content on the draft paper at a steady pace.
Like Chen Zhou, Cross and Friedman also did not take a break, as did the researchers who are still following Friedman on the colloid ball experiment project.
Friedman did not hide from these researchers.
In Friedman's view, it has come to this point where there is no point in hiding anything.
Perhaps because of Friedman's honesty, none of the researchers chose to leave after learning the news.
No matter what the final result is, no matter whether the glueball experiment can be completed, no matter what is left of the SLAC collider in the end.
They all planned to accompany the octogenarian until the very end of the experiment.
So when Cross told everyone that Chen Zhou was solving this problem.
Everyone feels the same way.
This also means that tonight, and perhaps even tomorrow night, will be a sleepless night.
Compared with Friedman and other researchers, Cross not only couldn't sleep, he was also "secretly" paying attention to Chen Zhou.
From time to time, he would open the door, go to the next room, and lean over to listen carefully.
But I couldn't hear any sound.
Only from the faint light coming through the crack in the door could one tell that Chen Zhou had not yet rested and was working hard all night.
Just as Chen Zhou was working hard to solve the problem and Cross and others were anxiously waiting, the sky outside gradually brightened.
A night passed just like that.
The next day, Cross showed up at Chen Zhou's door as usual with dark circles under his eyes, 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 current situation was.
He was afraid that his sudden knock on the door would interrupt Chen Zhou's thoughts.
If that were the case, Cross would really regret it.
After hesitating at the door for a long time, Cross finally gave up knocking.
He decided that it would be better to wait patiently.
If there is an answer, Chen Zhou will definitely come out.
If the answer is not found, Chen Zhou will definitely notify you in time.
With this mentality, Cross suppressed his anxious heart and waited silently.
If there is a day that is the most distressing, it is when you can't even eat well.
Kroos will definitely say today.
Because Chen Zhou has not gone out for a day and a night since he returned to the dormitory last night.
I looked at the time and it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening.
Cross really couldn't sit still.
Regardless of whether the problem is solved or not, I hope this person won’t get too tired, right?
The lights that were on all night yesterday showed that Chen Zhou had fought fiercely all night.
But when Cross reached the door of his dormitory, he suddenly stopped.
"This damn situation, what if it interrupts Chen Zhou's train of thought? What should I do..."
Cross immediately thought of what he knew about Chen Zhou and his method of studying in seclusion.
"Wait a little longer. If there's still no news tomorrow morning, I'll go knock on your door!"
The time of waiting always passes slowly.
After having endured two days and one night, plus an extra night, Cross finally couldn't take it anymore.
He was sitting in a chair and fell asleep on the table .
At 6 a.m. the next morning, Cross fell off his chair.
With a sudden start, Cross instantly stood up.
"I actually fell asleep..."
He subconsciously checked the time and saw that another night had passed. Cross could no longer sit still.
Without even bothering to wash 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, fished out his phone, and glanced at it.
Although the message was short, Cross read it several times.
After making sure that he had not read the content of the message incorrectly, the solemn expression on Cross's face disappeared instantly.
What replaced it was surprise and peace of mind.
On the phone, there was an email and a message from Chen Zhou.
Cross hadn't had time to read the content of the email.
He just read the news.
The message read: "You can be my full-time driver now."
