Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Once they picked up, the editor-in-chief asked anxiously, “What’s the result?”

“We did two experiments. One was 49.2%, and the other was 51.3%,” on the other end, a professor from Continent M’s Research Institute said in a serious voice. “Which team made this compression study? Do you have their contact information?”

The content of this issue had yet to be finalized. Although the editor-in-chief and the executive editor had worked overnight and waited from the morning until now for the phone call, they were still energetic and didn’t seem tired at all.

The results of each experiment differed due to the deviation of the quantity and various unavoidable factors.

But even the lowest experimental result of 49.2% was much higher than 42%. This was undoubtedly a huge breakthrough in nuclear energy.

The editor-in-chief sat down and exhaled deeply. “I don’t know his specific contact information, but I’ve already sent an email. If he replies to me, I’ll inform you immediately.”

The professor hung up.

The editor-in-chief remained on the chair, silent.

Watching him silently, the executive editor couldn’t help but walk over and anxiously stare at him. “What’s the situation now? Was the verification result correct?!”

Hearing his voice, the editor-in-chief looked up in a daze and finally regained his senses.

“The result didn’t deviate much. This article doesn’t need to be sent to the third round of reviews.” He clicked on his mailbox and checked his emails one by one to see if he had received a reply. “Make an arrangement to replace the latest issue of the first-class journal articles to this!”

“The first-class article?” The executive editor looked at him.

The SCI papers had different classes.

It came out periodically in half a month, and the papers were divided into the first, second, third, and ordinary class.

Other than the huge impact of these published articles, the estimated potential before publication was also very important.

Every time, the editorial department received mostly articles in the ordinary class, and only 10% of the research papers reached the second- and third-class. As for the first-class, basically, only the professors at the research level could reach it, and only one was selected among hundreds.

The first-class article was placed on the cover page and published simultaneously in various subcategories and newspapers.

It happened once in a blue moon.

Sometimes, not a single article could be found in a month.

Fewer than 20 were published in a year.

After a first-class article was published, the smallest impact factor was about 9.

The academia evaluated a person based on the SCI papers, but based on the SCI system, a first-class article was also necessary to support his authority.

“Yes, first-class. Very few people in the Physics world have broken the energy limit.” After reading through all the emails, he took a deep breath. “This article will shake up those research madmen and the Physics laboratories… Qin Ran… That’s strange, I can’t find any news about her. Is she a newcomer in the Physics world?”

The editor-in-chief was now full of doubts.

He could predict the explosion that this article would bring, and he couldn’t wait for the other party’s reply.

“Write a response and we’ll email it.” He stood up and glanced at the executive editor. “Do it the fastest way!”

**

At this time, Qin Ran was still working on her nuclear engineering project. Cheng Juan brought her lunch from Ting Lan, while Nan Huiyao and the others were hurriedly responding to research matters and didn’t have time to harass her about Jiang Shanyi.

At 10:30 pm.

She left the laboratory.

Cheng Juan watched as she entered the car and squinted her eyes, looking sleepy. He raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the car a little bit and drove back silently.

When they reached the underground parking lot, she was still asleep.

The lights were dimmed inside, the parking lot was dark and gloomy, and only the headlights were turned on. Qin Ran’s head was leaning against the window, and her dark hair was hanging down her side.

Cheng Juan put his hands on the steering wheel and tilted his head to silently watch her.

His phone suddenly lit up, and before it rang, he directly hung up with quick reflexes.

He looked down and saw that it was from an unregistered local number.

He thought for a while, softly opened the door, and then closed it behind him, making sure that Qin Ran was still asleep.

He clicked on the phone number and called it again.

“What’s the matter at this time?” Cheng Juan lowered his voice even though the door was already closed. He took a few steps back and stopped by the pillar, glancing at the window and slowly speaking.

The old voice on the other end spoke in a rather slow and respectful voice, “Is it convenient for you to come to the museum now?”

Still looking at the window, Cheng Juan’s voice was lowered. “Not now.”

There was a pause. “Then… when is it convenient?”

“Tomorrow morning or the afternoon.” He looked up and seemed to sigh when the co-pilot’s door was pushed open. “We’ll talk when we meet tomorrow.”

He greeted the person on the other end and hung up.

Walking to the car, he opened the driver’s door, bent down to remove the key, and then locked the door.

Qin Ran had already come out and stood aside. Because she had just woken up, her usual sharp expression had faded, and she lazily yawned a few times. “Where are you going tomorrow?”

“To the museum.” Cheng Juan walked over and glanced at her. “You want to come with me?”

She definitely would have if she was free.

But she was busy and had many things to do.

She held her documents with the other hand and lightly sighed. “Forget it, I’ll go next time.”

Silently, they returned upstairs at 11 pm.

Cheng Mu naturally returned to his room, and the chef had already left work.

Putting the documents on the table, she looked up and saw Cheng Juan entering the kitchen.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, she smelled a very light aroma.

Following him in, she realized he was standing at the stove, holding a pair of chopsticks, and slowly stirring the porridge in the casserole. He had taken off his coat and rolled up the insides of his black sleeves, exposing his thin white wrist.

She walked in and looked down at the white casserole. “I’m really hungry.”

“The chef left some for you.” Cheng Juan looked up at the time. “It’s almost ready.”

He turned off the fire and then casually filled a bowl of porridge, motioning for her to grab a spoon.

There were cabinets everywhere in the kitchen. She casually opened two cabinets to find all seasonings and continued to open the third cabinet. Cheng Juan waited for a while and didn’t see her, so he returned to the kitchen and found her looking around in a cabinet.

She seemed annoyed.

Glancing at her, he walked back with a smile.

Taking the congee, he returned, walked over to her, and calmly opened the cabinet above her head.

Bowls, chopsticks, and spoons were arranged neatly inside.

Qin Ran was speechless.

She remembered how Qin Hanqiu praised Cheng Juan…

It seemed true.

She sat down at the dining table and slowly ate the hot porridge.

Cheng Juan sat beside her and flipped through her documents. A lot of data needed to be sorted out. Some parts had already been sorted out by Nan Huiyao and the others, and some were waiting for Qin Ran to fill in.

“Do you understand it?” Qin Ran crossed her legs and looked up at him.

Turning a page, he glanced at her, and calmly said, “A little bit.”

He didn’t major in nuclear engineering nor automation, but in the past two months, ever since Qin Ran’s assessment, he had helped her fill in data every night and was more or so familiar with it now.

“When you finish studying, I can even go apply for a fourth major at Beijing University.” He reached out for a pen to help her organize the thick stack of documents, speaking casually.

But he sounded rather arrogant.

“How many majors have you studied?” Qin Ran finished the last spoonful of porridge.

Even though she only majored in Automation and minored in Nuclear engineering, Dean Jiang and the others had repeatedly rejected her application. But in the end, they finally told her to take the exams.

“I majored in whatever I was interested in. Five or six majors? I haven’t finished my degree in two majors,” Cheng Juan lightly said. After filling the documents, he put the file in her hands. “It’s already 11:30 pm, go to bed.”

He took the bowl and spoon and went to wash them in the kitchen.

He glanced at Qin Ran, who was lazily leaning against the stairs on the second floor with her long legs crossed and her arms folded across her chest. She held the document in one hand and casually knocked on the handrails with the others, the incandescent light reflecting her strange expression.

Taking a piece of paper, he slowly wiped his hands and walked over with drooping eyebrows. “Aren’t you going to rest?”

“Hmm.” She stood upright, tilted her head, and watched as Cheng Juan went upstairs. “I’ve considered it.”