Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

As soon as he picked it up, the editor-in-chief couldn't wait to speak: "What's the result?"

"We did two experiments, one with 49.2% and one with 51.3%," the other end of the phone was a professor at the M Continent Research Institute, his voice was serious, "Which team did this compression study, 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 worked overtime from last night to the morning, and then from the morning to the present.

The results of each experiment will be different due to quantitative deviations or various unavoidable factors.

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

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

The professor over there hangs up.

The editor-in-chief was still sitting in a chair, not moving.

The executive editor looked at the editor-in-chief without saying a word, and could not help but walk around his desk and stared at him, too anxious, "What's the situation now, is the verification result correct?!"

Hearing the executive editor's voice, the editor-in-chief raised his head in a daze, he let out a blank "ah" and came back to his senses.

"There is not much deviation in the results, this article does not need to be reviewed for the third review," the editor-in-chief clicked on his mailbox with the mouse, and checked his receipts one by one to see if the person replied, "You arrange it, Replace our most recent journal first-class article with this!"

"A class of articles?" The executive editor looked up and looked at the editor-in-chief.

SCI papers are also graded.

A journal is published every two weeks, and papers are divided into first, second and third categories, as well as general categories of papers.

In addition to the impact factor size after publication, the potential valuation before publication is also important.

The articles received by the editorial department are basically of ordinary grade each time, and only 10% of the research papers reach the second category and third category. Only one out of hundreds of papers can be selected.

A class of articles is placed on the cover, and all sub-categories of journals and newspapers are published simultaneously.

Rare.

Sometimes I can't find an article of the same kind for a month.

There are less than twenty a year.

After a class of articles is published, the minimum impact factor is around 9.

Academia evaluates a person based on SCI papers, but the SCI system also needs a class of papers to support his authority.

"Yes, one kind, there are very few people in the physics world who have broken through the boundaries of energy." The editor-in-chief read all the new emails, but did not see the reply from the Huaguo, and could not help but take a deep breath, "This article will cause The shock of those research madmen and major laboratories... Qin Ran... Strange, I can't find any news about her here, is she a newcomer in the physics world?"

The editor-in-chief is now full of doubts.

He could have foreseen the riots that this article would bring, but he couldn't wait for the reply from this Huaguo.

"You type a reply, we'll send it over," the editor-in-chief stood up directly and looked at the executive editor, "The fastest way!"

**

At this time, she was still researching her own nuclear engineering project. Cheng Juan brought the lunch from Tinglan, and Nan Huiyao and the others were just hurriedly replying to the research. None of the three asked her to frantically harass her. The matter of Gangsan-eup.

Half past ten at night.

Qin Ran just walked out of the door of the laboratory.

Cheng Juan looked at her sitting in the co-pilot, squinted slightly, and seemed very sleepy, so he turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car a little, and quietly drove the car back without speaking.

In the underground parking lot, Cheng Juan stopped, but Qin Ran was still awake.

There were no lights in the car, the parking lot was dark and overcast, only the headlights in front of the car were on. Qin Ran's head was leaning against the window, and her dark hair was hanging down the side of her face.

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

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

He glanced down and saw that it was a call from an unregistered local number.

Cheng Juan thought for a while, opened the door softly and went out, then closed the door again, confirming that Qin Ran had not woken up.

He just turned to the phone number he just called and dialed it again.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" Even though the door was closed, Cheng Juan lowered his voice. He took a few steps back and stopped by the pillar, his eyes fixed on the window, and he opened his mouth slowly.

There was an old voice on the other end of the phone, speaking at a slow pace, but respectfully: "Is it convenient for you to come to the museum now?"

Cheng Juan's eyes still stayed in the direction of the car, and his tone was low, "Not now."

There was a pause, "Then you... when is it convenient?"

"Tomorrow morning or afternoon," Cheng Juan raised his head, the co-pilot's door was pushed open, he seemed to sigh, "I'll talk about it when I arrive tomorrow."

After saying hello to the person on the other end of the phone, Cheng Juan hung up the phone.

He walked to the side of the car, opened the driver's door, bent over to remove the key, and locked the door again.

Qin Ran had already come out, and she was on the other side. Because she had just woken up, there was no sharp expression on her face at all. She yawned lazily with her fingers, "Where are you going tomorrow?"

"Museum," Cheng Juan walked up to her, raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Do you want to go?"

If it was all right, Qin Ran would definitely go.

But she is not only busy now, but also a lot of things.

Qin Ran changed the pile of documents she was holding in her hand and sighed, "Forget it, I'll go again if I have a chance."

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

Cheng Mu naturally stopped at this time, the chef had already left work.

Qin Ran threw the document in her hand on the table, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Cheng Juan going to the kitchen.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, Qin Ran smelled a faint fragrance.

She followed Cheng Juan in and found that he was standing in front of the stove with a pair of chopsticks in his hand, stirring the porridge in the casserole unhurriedly. When he got home, he took off his coat, and the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up. Showing a thin wrist.

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

"The casserole left by the chef," Cheng Juan raised his hand and looked at the time on the watch, "it's almost time."

He turned off the fire, and filled a bowl of porridge at will, motioning Qin Ran to take a spoon.

There were cabinets everywhere in the kitchen. Qin Ran opened the two cabinets at hand, which were all seasonings, and continued to open the third cabinet. Cheng Juan waited for a while without seeing her. When she returned to the kitchen, she was still parked beside a cabinet. Looking for.

Looking at her actions, she was quite irritable.

Cheng Juan glanced at her, then walked back with a smile.

Holding the prepared porridge, he turned back, walked behind her, and opened the cabinet above her head unhurriedly.

There are bowls and spoons inside.

Qin Ran: "..."

She remembered Qin Hanqiu's praise of Cheng Juan...

It doesn't look fake now.

The porridge was a little hot. Qin Ran sat at the dining table and ate slowly.

Cheng Juan sat beside her and flipped through the information she had brought back. There was a lot of data that needed to be sorted out. Some of them were handled by Nan Huiyao, while others were waiting for Qin Ran to fill in.

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

Cheng Juan turned a page, glanced at her, and replied calmly, "It's okay."

He didn't major in nuclear engineering or automation, but in the past two months, from before Qin Ran's assessment to now, he has helped her fill in the data every night.

"After you finish studying, I can go to Beijing University to apply for another fourth major." Cheng Juan reached out and hooked a pen over to help her sort out the thick stack of documents, with a nonchalant tone.

But quite arrogant.

"How many majors did you study?" Qin Ran finished the last bit of porridge.

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

"I've learned all the ones I'm interested in, five or six? There are still two that haven't been verified," Cheng Juan said lightly. After filling out, he put the document in her hand, "It's half past eleven, go to sleep."

He took the bowl and spoon to the kitchen and washed the bowl out.

Seeing Qin Ran leaning lazily against the stairs on the second floor, her long legs crossed, one hand around her chest and the other holding a document, she casually tapped on the handrail of the stairs. face.

Cheng Juan took out a piece of paper, wiped his hands slowly, and walked towards her, eyebrows drooping, "Aren't you going to rest?"

"Ah," Qin Ran stood up straight, she turned her head to the side and looked at Cheng Juan who was walking upstairs, "I've thought about it."