As soon as he picked up the phone, the editor-in-chief couldn't wait to ask, "What's the result?"
"We did two experiments, one at 49.2% and one at 51.3%." The professor at the M Continent Research Institute said in a serious tone, "Which team did this compression research? Do you have their contact information?"
The content of this issue of the journal has not been finalized yet. The editor-in-chief and the executive editor have been working overtime from last night until morning, and have been waiting since morning until now. They are full of energy and do not look tired at all.
The experimental results will be different each time due to quantitative deviation 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 in his chair and exhaled: "I don't know the specific contact information. I have already sent an email to the other party. If the editor replies, I will let you know immediately."
The professor on the other end hung up the phone.
The editor-in-chief was still sitting in his chair, not moving.
The executive editor looked at the editor-in-chief who remained silent, and could not help but walk around his desk and stare at him, anxiously asking, "What is going on now? Are the verification results correct?!"
Hearing the executive editor's voice, the editor-in-chief looked up in a daze. He uttered "Ah" in confusion and came to his senses.
...
...
"The results are not too far off. This article does not need to be reviewed for a third time." The editor-in-chief opened his mailbox with his mouse and checked his emails one by one to see if the person had replied. "Please arrange for this to be replaced with the first-class article in our latest issue!"
"A category one article?" The executive editor looked up and glanced at the editor-in-chief.
SCI papers are also divided into grades.
A journal is published every two weeks, and the papers are divided into categories one, two and three, as well as ordinary category papers.
In addition to the impact factor of the article after publication, the potential valuation before publication is also important.
The articles currently received by the editorial department are basically of ordinary level. Only 10% of research papers reach the second and third categories. As for the first category articles, basically only those professors at the research level can reach it, and only one paper can be selected from hundreds of papers every month.
One type of article is placed on the cover and published simultaneously in various sub-category journals and newspapers.
Very rare.
Sometimes I can’t find an article of the same type in a month.
There are less than twenty published in a year.
After a type of article is published, its impact factor is at least around 9.
The academic community evaluates a person based on the number of SCI papers he or she has published, but the SCI system also needs a certain type of article to support its authority.
“Yes, one type. Few people in the physics world have tried to break through the energy boundary.” The editor read all the new emails and did not see any reply from the Huaguo man. He took a deep breath and said, “This article will shock those crazy researchers and major laboratories... Qin Ran... Strange, I can’t find any information about her here. Is she a newcomer in the physics world?”
The editor-in-chief is now full of doubts.
He could foresee the riot that this article would bring, but he couldn't wait for the response from this Flower Country man.
"You type a reply letter and we'll mail it to you," the editor-in-chief stood up and looked at the executive editor, "using the fastest method!"
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At this time, she was still researching her nuclear engineering project. Cheng Juan brought her lunch from Tinglan. She and Nan Huiyao and others only hurriedly responded to research matters. None of the three of them came to harass her about Jiangshanyi.
Ten thirty at night.
Qin Ran just walked out of the laboratory.
Cheng Juan looked at her sitting in the passenger seat, squinting her eyes slightly, and seemed to be very sleepy. He turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car a little, and drove the car back quietly without saying a word.
Cheng Juan stopped in the underground parking lot, but Qin Ran was still asleep.
There was no light in the car. The parking lot was dark and gloomy. Only the headlights in front of the car were on. Qin Ran leaned her head against the car window, her jet-black hair hanging down her face.
Cheng Juan put his hands on the steering wheel and tilted his head to look at her for a long while.
The phone placed in front of the car lit up, and Cheng Juan was very quick in picking it up and hanging up the call just before it was about to ring.
He looked down and saw that it was a call from an unnamed local number.
Cheng Juan thought for a moment, then quietly opened the car door and got out, then closed it again to make sure Qin Ran hadn’t woken up.
He then flipped over to the number that had just called and dialed it again.
"What's the matter, so late?" Even though the car door was closed, Cheng Juan lowered his voice. He stepped back a few steps, stopped by the pillar, fixed his eyes on the car window, and spoke slowly.
An old voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking slowly 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 he said in a low voice, "Not now."
There was a pause on the other end. "Then...when is convenient for you?"
"Tomorrow morning or afternoon," Cheng Juan raised his head, the passenger door was pushed open, and he seemed to sigh, "I'll talk to you tomorrow if you have anything to say."
After saying hello to the person on the other end of the phone, Cheng Juan hung up.
He walked to the car, opened the driver's door, bent down to pull out the key, and locked the door again.
Qin Ran had already come out. She was on the other side. Because she had just woken up, her face didn’t have that sharp expression at all. She yawned lazily while bending her fingers. “Where are we going tomorrow?”
"Museum," Cheng Juan walked up to her and looked up at her, "Do you want to go?"
If nothing happened, Qin Ran would definitely go.
But now she not only has things to do, but also a lot of things to do.
Qin Ran changed the pile of documents in her hand and sighed: "Forget it, I'll go again when I have the chance."
Cheng Juan didn't say anything. It was already eleven o'clock when they returned upstairs.
Cheng Mu was naturally not there at this time, as the chef had already gone off work.
Qin Ran threw the documents in her hand on the table, and when she looked up, she saw Cheng Juan turned around and went to the kitchen.
As soon as the kitchen door opened, Qin Ran smelled a faint fragrance.
She followed Cheng Juan in and found him standing in front of the stove, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hands, stirring the porridge in the casserole slowly. He took off his coat when he got home, and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing a thin wrist.
Qin Ran walked a little closer and looked down at the white casserole. "I'm really hungry."
"The casserole that the chef left behind," Cheng Juan raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch, "It's almost time."
He turned off the fire, casually served a bowl of porridge, and motioned for Qin Ran to take a spoon.
The kitchen was full of cabinets. Qin Ran casually opened the two cabinets next to her and found all the seasonings. She then opened the third cabinet. Cheng Juan waited for a while but didn't see her. When he returned to the kitchen, she was still at a cabinet, searching.
Judging from her movements, she seems quite annoyed.
Cheng Juan glanced at her, then walked back with a smile.
Holding the bowl of porridge, he turned back, walked behind her, and slowly opened the cabinet above her head.
There are bowls, chopsticks and spoons inside.
Qin Ran: “…”
She remembered Qin Hanqiu's praise for Cheng Juan...
Now it doesn't seem to be fake.
The porridge was a little hot. Qin Ran sat at the table and ate slowly.
Cheng Juan sat beside her and looked through the documents she brought back. There was a lot of data that needed to be sorted out. Some parts had been handled by Nan Huiyao and the other two, and some were waiting for Qin Ran to fill in.
“Do you understand?” Qin Ran crossed her legs and looked up at him while holding a spoon.
Cheng Juan turned a page, glanced at her, and replied slowly: "Not bad."
He didn't major in nuclear engineering or automation, but in the past two months, from before Qin Ran's assessment to now, he helped her fill in the data every night. With more exposure, he naturally understood it thoroughly.
"When you finish your studies, I can go to Peking University and apply for a fourth major." Cheng Juan reached out for a pen and helped her sort out the thick stack of documents, his tone nonchalant.
But still 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. She was rejected repeatedly by Dean Jiang and others, but was finally asked 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 certified yet," Cheng Juan said calmly. After filling it out, he put the document in her hand. "It's half past eleven. Go upstairs and sleep."
He took the bowl and spoon to the kitchen and washed the bowl.
Qin Ran was seen lazily leaning against the stairs on the second floor, with her long legs crossed, one hand around her chest, the other holding a document, and carelessly tapping the handrail of the stairs. The incandescent light shone on her face, which looked almost weird.
Cheng Juan casually pulled out a piece of paper and wiped his hands slowly, walking towards her with his eyebrows downcast, "Why don't you go and rest?"
“Ah,” Qin Ran stood up straight. She tilted her head and looked at Cheng Juan who was walking upstairs. “I’ve thought about it.”
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The SCI paper in this article is a little bit fictional, please don't take it too seriously~
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