Time is on the tip of Friedman's pen, as if the written words are in line with each other, passing slowly.

Chen Zhou always stood quietly by the side, waiting silently for Friedman to stop writing.

To help Mathieson and Coyle were both a little strange, why did they not hear the two of them speak for so long?

They looked curiously, and then they were surprised to find that the youngest brother of China came to the country, and they had been waiting silently.

The two of them looked back and looked at each other.

All saw a hint of incredibleness in the other party's eyes.

Chen Zhou's patience made them admire him.

At 11:30 noon, Friedman finally put down his pen and prepared to get up to make a cup of coffee.

When I turned my head, I saw a young man.

Friedman was slightly stunned, but soon corresponded to the young man's face with the photos he had seen.

Friedman looked at Chen Zhou: "How long have you been waiting?"

Chen Zhou replied truthfully: "One hour and thirty minutes."

There was no slight impatientness in Chen Zhou's tone.

This made Friedman feel a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time," Friedman said, and asked curiously, "You can call me, why don't you?"

Chen Zhou smiled and explained: "I see Professor, you are doing calculations seriously and immersed in the world of research. This is probably the happiest time, and it is also the time you don't want to be disturbed by anyone."

Friedman was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly: "Thank you for your understanding."

Chen Zhou: "Professor, you are polite."

Friedman shouted at this time: "Madhyson, please make two cups of coffee."

Mathieson, who was passing through the pile of paper, heard the professor's words and quickly responded: "Okay, professor."

Then he and Coyle looked at each other again, and they seemed even more surprised than before.

When will our Professor Friedman ask for a cup of coffee for graduate students?

When two cups of coffee were ready and Mathsen took it in, he saw Chen Zhou and Friedman having a friendly exchange.

This scene surprised him again.

Professor Friedman is famous for being hard to speak for and basically has no good expression on graduate students.

Not to mention, it is still those students who originally belonged to the mathematics department.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a disdainful chain of disciplinary contempt in the MIT Physics Department.

But in front of me, it was so harmonious.

It's simply incredible!

"Professor, your coffee." Massison handed a cup of coffee to Friedman, and then another cup to Chen Zhou.

Chen Zhou took the coffee and said softly: "Thank you."

McSyson immediately showed a warm smile: "Don't be polite!"

Friedman took a sip of coffee and placed it on the table.

He turned to Chen Zhou and asked, "What is the reason why you chose to continue studying physics?"

Chen Zhou thought for a while and replied: "It's probably because he likes it. He wants to understand the causes and consequences of things, understand and experience the world with a deeper perspective on the essence of things, and pursue the essence of the starry sky and universe above us.

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"In addition, scientific research itself is a romantic thing. Whether you look down at the earth or look up at the starry sky, you will feel a romantic feeling."

Friedman didn't expect Chen Zhou's answer to be like this. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

But it is precisely because of such love and pursuit that people who regard the earth and the starry sky as journeys can achieve such brilliant achievements.

Friedman chuckled softly: "You are the most...the most romantic student I have ever seen."

Chen Zhou also smiled when he heard this: "Maybe they just didn't say it."

Friedman said without comment, "I have read your graduation thesis, which is a good research result. So, is this why you chose me as a tutor?"

Chen Zhou nodded gently: "Yes, professor. When I was at Yan University, my research field was basically in the field of nuclear physics."

"And you are an expert in this area, so I hope to learn more from you."

After Chen Zhou finished speaking, Friedman jokingly said, "Your research field should always be analytical number theory. Your achievements in mathematics are much higher than those in physics."

Chen Zhou smiled slightly: "I'll just treat you as a professor and you are praising me."

Friedman laughed loudly when he heard this.

Then he said, "If you really want me to praise you, you must achieve the same or even higher physically."

After a pause, Friedman said again: "Next week, I will go to Slac, and then you and I will go there."

Chen Zhou was slightly stunned. Slac was where Friedman won the Nobel Prize.

What does this mean?

It seemed that Chen Zhou was puzzled, and he handed the paper at hand to Chen Zhou: "There will be an experiment with a linear high-energy electronic accelerator next week."

Although he didn't understand the words very clearly, Chen Zhou already understood.

This is to follow him to do research on the topic.

Chen Zhou looked at the contents on the paper and was stunned.

No?

Is my luck so good?

This is how important experiments came about?

Chen Zhou looked up at Friedman and asked uncertainly: "Professor, can I participate in this experiment?"

Friedman nodded gently: "As graduate students, follow me."

Chen Zhou immediately said gratefully: "Thank you, professor!"

Friedman waved his hand: "No need to thank me, this is what a tutor should do. Also, you should know what you need to prepare, right?"

Chen Zhou nodded heavily: "I know."

"That's good." Friedman was quite satisfied with Chen Zhou.

Of course, this is just stating from the impression of this meeting.

Specific abilities, etc., need to be observed again.

After thinking about it, Friedman picked up a stack of paper from the table and handed it to Chen Zhou: "You can take these too, hurry up and take a look."

After saying that, he shouted again: "Madhyson, leave Chen Zhou's email address and send him a copy of the information later."

Madshenson's uncertain voice came: "Professor, is it the information of this Slac experiment?"

Friedman: "Yes."

"Okay... OK, professor." The voice that came from Mathieson was full of surprise.

What was even more surprising was Coyle.

He looked at Mathieson with a shocked face and asked in a very puzzled tone: "Is Professor crazy?"

Massison glanced at him: "I don't know, why don't you go and ask the professor?"

Coyle quickly shook his head: "Then I will definitely go crazy first."

While sorting out the information, Mathsen casually said, "Maybe this is the difference... If Chen Zhou came and witnessed the 'glue ball' we have been looking for, it would be really crazy...
Chapter completed!