Cross looked at the message for a long time.

Finally exit the message interface and click on the email prompt message.

His eyes were a little moist.

Probably only those who have experienced this kind of transition from joy to sorrow and then to joy can understand Cross's mood at this moment.

On the mobile phone, the mobile mailbox app has been opened.

Just when Cross was about to click on the email attachment and read the research results that fascinated him, the door of Chen Zhou's dormitory opened.

Cross was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw Chen Zhou opening the door.

I saw that Chen Zhou's face was full of exhaustion, his eye sockets were sunken, and his dark circles were even more exaggerated than those of a giant panda.

However, Chen Zhou's overall spirit was still very good.

Chen Zhou himself didn't feel very tired.

When he saw Cross, he smiled and joked: "Professor Cross, did you come here early in the morning to be my full-time driver? But I don't have anywhere to go?"

Cross ignored Chen Zhou's teasing. He put away his phone and asked with concern: "Are you okay? You look a bit..."

Chen Zhou waved his hand: "It's not bad, at least I'm in good spirits. I just stayed up for two nights without sleeping..."

After a pause, Chen Zhou said: "I have completed the entire research route of the strange quantum number glue ball, and the paper has been sent to Professor Friedman and you. You can prepare the final experimental plan on time."

Cross looked at Chen Zhou and nodded solemnly: "Okay, leave it to us."

"Yeah." Chen Zhou responded lightly, and then said, "Let's go have breakfast?"

With that said, Chen Zhou bypassed Cross and walked towards the SLAC cafeteria.

While my current mental state can last for a while, I have to finish breakfast quickly.

As soon as the meal was finished, Chen Zhou immediately went back to the house, took a shower, and then went to sleep.

No, it should be catching up on sleep.

That night after watching Pigeon Point Lighthouse, riding all the way from the Bay Area beach, and returning to the dormitory.

Chen Zhou sat at his desk from beginning to end, concentrating on the study of strange quantum number glue balls, launching a general attack on a series of issues such as "color confinement".

Just as Cross had guessed, Chen Zhou, who was fully engrossed, never slept at all.

I had to stay up so hard for two nights until now.

Moreover, during this period, except for a few drinks of water, Chen Zhou had not eaten any food.

He was afraid that eating would affect his thinking and throw away this rare inspiration.

Even when drinking water, I would subconsciously put it to my mouth and take a sip.

I have to say that the research mode that Chen Zhou has started in the past two days is really more ascetic than an ascetic.

This is also the first time in so many years that Chen Zhou has maintained such a high-intensity and long-term research mode.

Even though it was a liver-explosion study before, I still had irregular meals and short sleep to support it.

But this time, there was nothing.

Chen Zhou only had a pen in his hand and paper in front of him, a collection of wrong questions to record his mistakes and guide him in the right direction.

And the key inspiration that is like a beam of light in my mind, illuminating problems such as "color confinement".

Having said that, when Chen Zhou was truly immersed in this state of research, he didn't feel tired at all.

And, on the contrary, his spirit was extremely excited.

Even after surviving two nights, Chen Zhou didn't feel that his thinking was in any way behind him.

He is still the quick-thinking student that Qiu Chengtong said.

However, Chen Zhou, who was lying on the bed at this time, completely relaxed and lost the energy of fighting to the end.

In an instant, he was completely enveloped by that feeling of unusual exhaustion.

Within a minute, Chen Zhou's slight snoring sounded in the room.

At this time, Cross had just found Friedman.

As soon as Friedman saw Cross, he said excitedly: "Chen Zhou succeeded!"

Cross nodded vigorously and said: "Professor, I already know. I am here to discuss the final experimental plan with you."

Friedman said: "Now that Chen Zhou has solved the theoretical problems on the experimental route, we can safely proceed with the final experimental plan according to the original plan."

After a pause, Friedman praised Cross and said, "Even when faced with the problem of 'sexual confinement', the progress of your cooperation was still one day ahead of schedule, which gave us one more day. Your performance

, everyone will remember it!”

After hearing what Friedman said, Cross immediately said: "Professor Friedman, if you really want to praise someone, just wait until Chen Zhou comes. Don't say such things in front of me. I'm really ashamed."

…”

Friedman heard this and smiled softly: "Cross, don't belittle yourself. This is what Chen Zhou said. Your contribution is also great."

Cross was stunned for a moment, raised his head in confusion, and looked at Friedman.

Friedman met Cross' slightly confused look and explained: "When Chen Zhou sent me the results of the paper, he praised you very much in the email. He said that originally you were working on sorting out the literature.

Efficiency is to speed up the research progress by two days. But he is stuck on issues such as 'sexual confinement', so he is still taking up your time."

After hearing Friedman's words, Cross chuckled and shook his head.

No matter how efficient he is in organizing documents, or whether he is two days in advance or three days in advance.

If Chen Zhou hadn't solved the "sexual confinement" and other issues, then his two days' advance time would have been completely meaningless.

And he himself couldn't do anything at all during these two days.

Therefore, Cross felt a little emotional about Chen Zhou's "tricky angle" praise.

"Professor, please stop teasing me. We all know that if it weren't for Chen Zhou, it would be useless not to mention two days, even twenty days..."

Friedman looked at Cross with a smile, and said in a slightly relaxed tone: "I don't want to praise you, I just convey the words of hatred value to you."

After speaking, Friedman asked softly: "Where is Chen Zhou? Why didn't he come with you?"

Cross thought of Chen Zhoulin's appearance before returning to the house, and said with admiration: "He stayed up for two nights in a row, coming back from Pigeon Point Lighthouse, and he hasn't had a rest until now. He just finished eating and went back to the dormitory.

Catching up on sleep.”

Friedman heard this and nodded slightly: "His mission has been completed. It's time to take a good rest. Leave the rest to us..."

Immediately, Friedman picked up the phone on the table and started making calls, asking people to come over for a meeting.

He is about to begin the task of laying out the final experimental plan.

We have to sprint for this last moment.

As Friedman arranged the experiments one by one in an orderly manner, the researchers who had fallen into silence and even waited for despair came to life again.

The entire SLAC collider laboratory is surrounded by an absolute momentum.

These researchers also knew about Chen Zhou's deeds.

Although it was slightly polished by Friedman, the essence of Chen Zhou's work, which he stayed up late continuously to clear up the theoretical content for them and guide the experiments, remained unchanged.

What Chen Zhou did also aroused respect among all researchers.

Not to mention Chen Zhou’s identity, he is more of a student of Friedman.

Just talking about this attitude towards scientific research makes all researchers awe.

Never give up easily when encountering difficulties.

Instead, we try to find ways to solve the problems in research.

Just for the final result.

This also allowed them to let go of the prejudice they had originally had when Friedman chose Chen Zhou instead of them.

After the task was assigned, Friedman asked all researchers to prepare individually.

Before Cross left, he was stopped by Friedman.

Cross turned around in confusion: "Professor, what's wrong?"

Friedman said softly: "When you are bored, go to the beach to enjoy the breeze. Whether it is a starry ship in the darkness in the distance or a rotating lighthouse, it always represents light."

Cross nodded half-knowingly.

Friedman didn't explain much and urged Cross to leave quickly.

In the dormitory, Chen Zhou didn't know how long he slept.

After waking up, he only felt his head was dizzy.

It's completely different from the extremely excited mental state I had when I just solved the "sexual confinement" problems.

Chen Zhou reached out for his phone, turned on the screen, and looked at the time.

【1:25】
To be continued...