Rice, SCIENCE editorial office.
Adam sat in his editorial chair and yawned as he glanced at the wall clock on the wall.
It was five o'clock in the evening.
Time to get off work!
He stretched his back and dragged the mouse to fork the files on the computer desktop.
As a science editor, he needed to review a large number of manuscripts submitted from all over the world every day.
And among these manuscripts from all over the world, it is conservatively estimated that only 10% of the manuscripts are truly valuable!
As for the reason ... is very simple.
Science is one of the top journals in the world.
Countless researchers hope that it will include their papers.
It's not just a recognition, it's a status symbol!
This also leads to a very helpless situation.
In addition to those serious researchers, there are many "wild" researchers who also contribute to Science.
These "wild" researchers have a name that belongs to them.
Civil scientists.
Civil scientists for short.
It is no exaggeration to say that at least half of the emails that Adam receives every day come from these civil scientists.
The conclusions inside were even more thunderous than one another.
Water grinder cutting atomic technology, anti-gravity device, perpetual motion machine ...
It could be said that in Adam's mailbox, there were only papers you couldn't think of, not papers you couldn't see.
Adam sighed deeply while dragging a file from his computer into the trash.
The paper was a typical civil science paper.
The author of the paper threatened that he had solved Goldbach's Conjecture.
But when he clicked on the file and started to look at it carefully, he was shocked to find that the author hadn't even figured out what Goldbach's Conjecture was!
"God ... Michelle, you really should come and read this paper." While deleting the paper, Adam muttered and mumbled.
As Adam's words fell, the corner of the mouth of a blonde, blue-eyed, beautiful editor sitting beside him flushed with a hint of a smile as she twisted her head to look at him, "What's the matter? Did you review any more oddball papers?"
Adam stopped what he was doing and swiveled the swivel chair underneath him, spitting out with his face toward Michelle, "That author thinks Goldbach's Conjecture is a proof that 1+1=2."
Michelle froze, then burst out laughing.
"My goodness ... Adam, I can't figure out why you're always reviewing these oddball papers!"
Adam shrugged with a helpless face, "Who knows?"
"Ding Dong!"
Just as Adam was about to get up and leave his seat, a crisp reminder sounded in the computer in front of him.
"Damn it ... another submission!" Adam looked indignantly at Michelle, who was doing nothing beside him, "This isn't fair!"
"I reviewed fifteen papers all day today!"
"Of those, fourteen were scraps!"
Michelle laughed as she closed the computer in front of her and shrugged, "Really? I also feel quite unfair every time I get paid, why don't we switch?"
Adam: "..."
"Then forget it ..."
He smiled sarcastically and sat back down.
The moment he saw the title of the paper, his eyebrows snapped up.
"Ooh! Surprisingly, it's a paper on controlled nuclear fusion!"
"Michelle, let's make a bet, I'll bet that this paper is a scrap!"
Hearing Adam's words, Michelle raised her own willowy eyebrows and dragged her office chair to sit beside Adam, "What's the bet?"
"A dinner?"
Adam said as he clicked his mouse to open the file.
"If it's Michelin's, I'll bet you!" Michelle said after scanning the email header for a moment of contemplation.
Adam maneuvered his mouse with a slight lurch.
Michelin ... This is going to cost a lot of money!
But thinking about today's experience of fourteen consecutive scrapped articles, Adam's heart gained a few inexplicable confidence.
"Good! Just the Michelin!"
"I don't believe it's almost the end of the day and I'll still see a normal paper!"
As he spoke, the file in the mailbox was opened.
Adam quickly dragged the mouse and dragged the paper to the byline column.
"... Hiss!"
The moment he saw the signature, Adam jerked back a breath of cold air!
"The second author of this thesis is actually the Nuclear Physics Laboratory of Summerland's Sandaokou University?!"
The corner of Adam's mouth gently twitched twice.
"You owe me a Michelin meal, don't forget!" The laughter in Michelle's eyes was almost overflowing.
Adam shook his head with a helpless face, "Michelin is Michelin.... What I'm more concerned about is the first work of this paper."
"I don't seem to have heard this name in this Lv Yongchang ... nuclear physics community."
Michelle looked serious for a few moments.
She frowned and thought carefully for a long time before slowly shaking her head.
"I haven't heard that name either."
"Could it be a newcomer?"
Adam shook his head with a grave expression, casually jotting down the string of letters on a notebook at the side: "I don't think so, do you think a newcomer can get a first-work position on this kind of paper?"
"The second author of this paper is the Nuclear Physics Laboratory of Summerland's Sandaokou University!"
Michelle slowly shook her head, "I'm not sure ... Let's look at the content of the paper first!"
Adam nodded with a grave expression.
Knowing that the paper came from the Sandaokou University in Xia, the look on his face became much more serious.
"... According to the experiment, the star imitation device can effectively extend the time of controlled nuclear fusion sustainment?"
"Thirty-five minutes?!"
"WTF?!"
Adam quickly dragged the mouse and directly dragged the content of the paper to the experimental data section.
Looking at the dense experimental data in the paper, Adam's pupils dilated a few points.
He muttered, "God ah... hasn't the Summer Country just been kicked out of ITER?"
He could even imagine how wonderful the expressions of those people from ITER would be once this paper was published in the journal SCIENCE!
"Wait!"
Michelle at the side suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Adam did you notice that?!"
Adam looked at Michelle sitting beside him with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?"
With an incredulous face Michelle reached out and pointed to the very last page of the paper, "Adam... the format of this paper, don't you think it looks a little familiar?"
Adam's brow furrowed as he looked carefully toward the very last page of the thesis.
"On the occasion of the completion of this thesis, I would first like to thank ..."
Adam's pupils contracted dramatically!
"This, this is ... undergraduate thesis?!"
...
The next day.
Rice, Stanford University.
Professor Collins came to his office early as usual.
"Duh-duh-duh!"
A sharp knock on the door came.
Professor Collins, whose butt had just hitched his chair, frowned slightly.
"Who is it?!"
Professor Collins opened his mouth in a somewhat unpleasant tone and shouted in the direction of the front door.
"Professor! It's me!"
A somewhat panicked male voice came from the doorway.
It was the voice of his student Eden.
Professor Collins' brows furrowed as he responded in a low voice, "Come in!"
The next moment, the door to the office room was pushed open with a push, and a young man around thirty years old rushed into the office in a panicked manner.
"What's going on?!"
Prof. Collins said without a trace of anger, "Eden, I need an explanation!"
Eden walked to Collins with a nervous expression and placed a document on the desk in front of him.
"Professor, this is a new paper published in SCIENCE."
"I think ... you should need to take a look at it."
Collins' frown deepened.
He glanced at Eden with dissatisfaction, "Didn't I say not to bother me before nine in the morning?"
Hearing this, a few anxious looks appeared in Eden's eyes, "Professor! This time is different! Over in Xia, they may be close to mastering controlled fusion technology!"
Collins' face suddenly changed drastically!
"What did you say?!"
He quickly picked up the paper on the table and carefully flipped through it.
"Professor ... is this true?" Eden asked with an apprehensive face.
Collins' face was a bit ugly, not responding to the student's question at first.
"How is it possible ... that a star imitation device can realize controlled nuclear fusion for thirty-five minutes?!"
"This, this is impossible!"
It was important to know that he was the one who initiated the proposal for the elimination of star imitators in Rice!
Although he was unwilling to admit it in his heart, those detailed data in the paper gave him one big mouth after another.