Cross is very familiar with the seaside of the San Francisco Bay Area.

It's just that the mood is different from when I came here with Friedman in the past.

Cross, who accompanied Chen Zhou to enjoy the sea breeze this time, was in a very low mood.

I originally wanted to find the final experimental plan in the cracks of SLAC.

Seeing that we are only one step away from our reservation goal.

As a result, the issue of "sexual confinement" suddenly appeared and blocked them out.

However, this door is still heavier than the bronze door and cannot be crossed for a long time.

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 about it, Chen Zhou said with a smile: "Don't be like this, Professor Cross, maybe when we wake up early tomorrow morning, we won't be able to cross this hurdle?"

Although he has little hope for this idea, it is better to face it with an optimistic attitude than to sigh like this.

Cross smiled bitterly and said: "If this is really the case, then I will be your full-time driver from now on. I will go wherever you ask me to go, not to mention blowing the wind on the beach, or fishing in the sea..."

When Chen Zhou heard this, he immediately said happily: "There is a saying in our country that never sets a flag. You have to believe that everything is possible."

Cross was startled for a moment, then asked: "Do you have a solution?"

Chen Zhou shook his head: "That's not true..."

"Okay..." The hope that had just risen in Cross's heart was instantly shattered.

Seemingly determined, Cross said decisively: "I will set 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 from 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's catching birds in the sky or fishing in the sea, it's not what Chen Zhou wants now.

He has only one idea now.

That is to solve the series of problems of "color confinement" and successfully complete the final experimental plan.

When Cross saw that Chen Zhou was silent, he also fell silent.

The two people stood side by side, listening to the sound of waves hitting the rocks, and facing the cold sea breeze.

Although the two people here were feeling a little uncomfortable due to the cold.

But the originally depressed mood gradually dissipated with the sea breeze.

Scattered lights on the sea flickered on and off.

It is a sailing ship, floating up and down with the waves of the sea.

Just like every scientific researcher, they are ups and downs in the unknown scientific world.

Just to catch the sporadic light so as to open up this unknown world.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone towards Chen Zhou and the other two.

Chen Zhou subconsciously blocked it with his hand, and then realized that it was the light of the lighthouse in the distance.

Because the lighthouse had not been lit before, Chen Zhou didn't know that he and Cross had arrived near the Pigeon Point Lighthouse without knowing it.

The last time he followed Friedman to the beach, Chen Zhou only vaguely saw the Pigeon Point Lighthouse in the distance.

This time, when he was closer, Chen Zhou could fully appreciate this Internet celebrity lighthouse.

This is the tallest active lighthouse on the west coast of the United States and one of the tallest lighthouses in the country.

"Chen Zhou, have you noticed anything different?" Looking at the newly lit Pigeon Point Lighthouse in the distance, Cross suddenly realized something.

Chen Zhou heard this and asked in confusion: "What's different? Is the lighthouse lit too late?"

Cross shook his head: "That's not what I'm talking about, but it is indeed one of the reasons."

Not understanding what Cross said, Chen Zhou said directly: "Stop playing charades. Since you lit it up so late, it's because you said something different. Then what is this difference?"

Cross explained: "On one day every year, the Pigeon Point Lighthouse in the San Francisco Bay Area is lit with five kerosene lamps and a set of Fresnel lenses just like it was more than a hundred years ago."

"Originally, according to convention, this time should be in November, but I didn't expect that it would be brought forward to today this year, and we happened to hit it..."

After hearing what Cross said, Chen Zhou turned and looked at the Pigeon Point Lighthouse again.

Sure enough, there were many tourists surrounding the lighthouse.

Either cheering or jumping for joy.

Cross pointed at the Pigeon Point Lighthouse and asked: "Chen Zhou, do you know how bright a lighthouse lit with a Fresnel lens can achieve?"

Chen Zhou didn't speak, and Cross said to himself: "It can reach a brightness of 500,000 candelas! It's enough to illuminate this dark sea! It's enough to guide ships with faint starlight!"

"It's just a coincidence that on such a depressing day like today, we happened to bump into the Pigeon Point Lighthouse lit by a Fresnel lens. I really don't know..."

Before Cross finished speaking, 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, who didn't reply, walked to the car, opened the door and got in.

After waiting for a while, Chen Zhou saw that after Cross shouted, there was no movement, and he was still watching the "show" of the rotating lighthouse.

He had no choice but to lower the window, pop his head out, and shout to Cross: "Professor Cross, go back quickly!"

Cross heard the sound and turned around: "It's a rare sight, the pigeon-pointed lighthouse lit with a Fresnel lens. Shouldn't we take a look again? We'll be worried about the 'sexual confinement' when we go back. It's better to be 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, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Taking three steps and two steps at a time, Cross trotted to the car.

Lying on the passenger window, he excitedly asked Chen Zhou, who was sitting inside: "You mean, you have found a way to solve the 'sexual confinement'?"

Chen Zhou smiled lightly and said, "Go back and give it a try first. This will determine whether you will be my full-time driver."

Cross immediately said: "Is your Chinese flag really so effective?"

The light of the Pigeon Point Lighthouse once again shone on Chen Zhou and Cross.

This time, the expressions on the two people's faces have completely changed.

Chen Zhou actually didn't expect that inspiration would come to him just by casually talking about going to the beach to enjoy the breeze.

He just wanted to blow the sea breeze to wake himself up.

It’s also a good way to sort out your chaotic thoughts.

But this dove-pointed lighthouse shined the light of inspiration on him.

Even though it was just a fleeting moment, for the current Chen Zhou, there was absolutely no chance of letting it go.

Cross turned back again and glanced at the Pigeon Point Lighthouse in the distance. He had a strange look on his face, but he muttered: "I would rather be your full-time driver for the rest of my life. You have to solve this problem smoothly."

It’s a difficult problem…”

On the way back, Cross showed off his driving skills and stopped downstairs in the SLAC dormitory at lightning speed.

If Cross drove a classic car that was in no mood when going to the beach.

Then when he comes back, he will be the car god of Akinayama, the best driver in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Of course, this is inseparable from his desire to bring Chen Zhou back to his dormitory as soon as possible and hand over paper and pen to Chen Zhou.

Can you imagine the feeling of a patient who is helpless and can only wait for time to pass, silently counting the deadline, and suddenly hears about the elixir that can bring the dead back to life?

Although this description is a bit exaggerated, Cross's mood at the moment is really similar.

SLAC's collider experiment and rubber ball experiment were topics on which he spent many years of hard work.

Friedman was his mentor.

Nowadays, due to the problem of "color confinement", the entire theoretical research on strange quantum number glue balls will be delayed indefinitely.

Cross's heart was very urgent, but he had no choice but to be unwilling.

He did not want his mentor Friedman, the SLAC collider he had worked and studied for so many years, to end in such a disgraced manner.

Even in history, SLAC's collider has achieved many brilliance, and has brought SLAC six Nobel Prizes in Physics.

However, if the SLAC collider withdraws from the stage of history with this attitude of falling in the face of difficulties.

What people can remember is that when people talk about SLAC in the future, they will only express this emotion: "SLAC used to use collider to conduct research in the field of high-energy physics, which was indeed amazing. But it is a pity that it did not even have the final experimental plan.

, failed to complete it, and fell into the collider experiment that it has always been proud of."
To be continued...