"Theoretically predicts that the mass of the lightest scalar rubber ball (jpc=0+) is between 1 and 2gev, but is it possible that the mass of other quantum number rubber balls will be higher than 2gev?"

"From the past, experimental physicists have done a lot of work in experiments to find the glue spherical state."

"In addition to the fact that there is a zero meson state that exceeds the number predicted by the quark model around 1.5gev, it is believed that this may be a mixed state composed of quark hasrons and rubber spheres."

"At present, there are no other clearer conclusions. Therefore, our thinking can be more divergent."

"Of course, I don't mean that we skip the 1.5gev, or the 1~2gev interval. After all, too many theoretical calculations give the results in this interval."

“I mean, we can do more…”

At the seminar, only Friedman could hear the voice alone.

Others, either listening and thinking like Chen Zhou, or just focusing on recording Friedman's "golden words".

Finally, Friedman began to assign subsequent work.

As for the next experiment arrangement, it is placed at the end.

After all, this thing is a collider.

In addition, this old guy is not young.

So, after conducting this experiment, the pep had to stop for a while.

It can be as many as one year, and it can be as fast as half a year.

Therefore, considering all factors, Friedman arranged his next experiment in April next year.

The time for Pep to maintain maintenance and adjustment is only more than half a year.

Chen Zhou expected this.

Originally, he was able to catch up with this experiment, but it was already the result of his luck.

The only thing that surprised Chen Zhou was that Friedman assigned corresponding research work to both McSyson and Coyle at the seminar.

But he didn't.

Not at all.

This made Chen Zhou feel that he was really here to go through the motions and observe the experiment?

Especially when Cross didn't hear Chen Zhou's name, he looked at Chen Zhou in confusion.

This made Chen Zhou very, a little depressed and a little embarrassed.

But Chen Zhou also believed that Friedman would not be so simple, so he could observe the experiment himself.

After all, I am also an assistant researcher...

The seminar ends.

Friedman briefly explained to Mathieson and Coyle, and then took Chen Zhou away.

Looking at Chen Zhou's departure, Mathieson and Coyle were also confused.

They couldn't understand what the purpose of Professor Friedman bringing Chen Zhou over was.

On the way back to the hotel, Cross was responsible for driving, and Friedman and Chen Zhou sat in the back row.

Cross carefully observed the expressions of Friedman and Chen Zhou through the rearview mirror.

Friedman always looks calm.

Chen Zhou occasionally showed a confused expression.

Cross drove silently, silently waiting for Friedman's subsequent arrangements.

The car drove away from the experimental area of ​​Slac, and after a while.

Friedman finally turned to look at Chen Zhou and asked softly: "Isn't it strange? Why didn't I arrange any jobs for you?"

Chen Zhou nodded gently: "Yes, professor, I don't think you brought me here, it's just that it's so simple to familiarize me with the experimental device."

When Friedman heard this, he chuckled softly, but did not explain.

Instead, he said to Cross, who was listening with his ears on his back, "Go to the beach in the Bay Area and have a look."

Cross responded quickly: "Okay, Professor Friedman."

Slac is at Stanford University, which is in the San Francisco Bay Area.

It is not too far from the seaside of the Bay Area.

Just about the journey, it will take about two hours to drive.

However, it was already past 6 pm when the seminar ended.

It's actually a bit blind to go to the beach in the Bay Area again.

But Cross wouldn't say this, others might not know it, but he has been with Friedman for so long.

But I know that every time Friedman comes to Slac, after the experiment, he will go to the beach in the Bay Area to take a look.

Cross also followed Friedman and has been there several times.

However, Friedman kept looking at the sea quietly, silent.

Cross also asked Friedman curiously why.

But Friedman just smiled and said, "The sea breeze can calm him down and think better."

Cross disagreed with this.

Along the way, Friedman didn't say a word.

Chen Zhou also patiently and did not ask any questions.

What should be said, what should be said will always be said.

Cross drove his car and continued south from Stanford University, taking Route 1.

This place belongs to the south of Half Moon Bay.

Speaking of which, there are many attractions on Highway 1.

Like a famous check-in holy place, Pigeon      Point Lighthouse is located on Highway 1.

However, Friedman obviously didn't plan to go so far.

After driving for a while, Friedman rolled down the window and took a look.

So he let Cross pull over to park the car.

Here, besides seeing the sea, it is Highway 1.

There is nothing else.

Not only Cross, but Chen Zhou was also a little surprised, why did he stop here?

Friedman did not explain too much to the two of them, but walked to the side of the road and looked at the Pacific Ocean that had fallen into the darkness.

Chen Zhou walked to Friedman, and like him, he blew the sea breeze and looked at the Pacific Ocean in the dark.

At this time, Friedman turned around and pointed to the lighthouse with faint light in the distance: "There is the pigeon      point lighthouse."

Chen Zhou looked in the direction of his fingers, and except for the faint light, the lighthouse itself was completely unaware.

Although this pigeon     point lighthouse, also known as the Pigeon Lighthouse, is the tallest lighthouse on the west coast of the United States.

Friedman put down his hand pointing at the lighthouse and said slowly: "The lighthouse is the hope of the Pacific sailing ships. Although the light is very weak, it is a reassurance in the hearts of countless crew members."

Chen Zhou nodded gently: "In the long period of navigation, the function of the lighthouse is irreplaceable."

When Friedman heard this, he laughed softly: "If the Pacific Ocean is compared to our particle physics, then the lighthouse is the theory of particle physics."

Chen Zhou looked at Friedman with some surprise. Is this Nobel Prize boss going to start?

Friedman continued: "It can also be said that the lighthouse is a combination of theory and experiments, guiding the development of particle physics and indicating the danger zone for us."

"Professor, is this why you like to come to the beach?" Cross asked at this time.

Friedman nodded, but shook his head again: "I don't like the sea, I can't even swim. However, the sea with a lighthouse always gives people a sense of peace of mind."

Faced with Friedman's answer, Cross was a little confused.

But Chen Zhou was thinking.

He felt that Friedman was talking about himself.

The world of particle physics is the dark Pacific Ocean in front of you.

And his work is to illuminate the lighthouses in the Pacific Ocean.

The sea is not scary, the dark sea is scary.

If there was no light from the lighthouse in front of them, they would not have seen the occasionally illuminated sea surface.

Just like particle physics, without that surprise discovery, this dark particle world will never be known.

Perhaps this is Friedman's meditation place.
Chapter completed!