United States, editorial department of science.

Adam sat on the chair in the editorial department and yawned and looked at the wall clock on the wall.

It's 5 o'clock in the evening.

It's time to get off work!

He stretched and dragged his mouse to fork the file on the computer desktop.

As a science editor, he needs to review a large number of manuscripts sent from all over the world every day.

Among these manuscripts from all over the world, conservatively estimated that only 10% of the manuscripts are truly valuable!

As for the reason...it's very simple.

Science is the world's top journal.

Countless scientific researchers hope that it can include and publish their own papers.

This is not only a kind of affirmation, but also a symbol of identity!

This also led to a very helpless situation.

In addition to those serious scientific researchers, there are also many "wild" scientific researchers who will also contribute to the magazine "Science".

These "wild" scientific researchers have a name that belongs to them.

Folk scientist.

It is referred to as Minke.

It is no exaggeration to say that at least half of the emails Adam receives every day are from these folk scientists.

The conclusions inside are even more shocking.

Water sharpener cutting atomic technology, anti-gravity device, perpetual motion machine...

It can be said that in Adam's mailbox, there are only papers you can't imagine and there are no papers you can't see.

Adam sighed deeply while dragging a file from his computer into the trash can.

This article is a typical folk paper.

The author of the paper threatened to solve the Goldbach conjecture himself.

But when he clicked on the file and started to check it carefully, he was horrified to find that the author had not even figured out what it was!

"God... Michelle, you really should come and read this paper." Adam muttered to himself while deleting the paper.

As Adam finished speaking, a blond and blue-eyed beautiful editor sitting beside him smiled and turned to look at him: "What? What weird paper have you reviewed again?"

Adam stopped the movement in his hand, turned the swivel chair under him, and complained to Michelle: "The author believes that the Goldbach conjecture is proof 11=2."

Michelle was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"My God...Adam, I really don't understand why you can always review these weird papers!"

Adam shrugged helplessly: "Who knows?"

"Ding Dong!"

Just as Adam was about to get up and leave his seat, a crisp reminder sounded from the computer in front of him.

"Damn... Another submission!" Adam looked at Michelle who was doing nothing around him, "This is not fair!"

"I reviewed fifteen papers throughout the day today!"

"Four articles are scrapped!"

Michelle smiled and turned off the computer in front of him, shrugged, "Is that so? Every time I get paid, I think it's quite unfair. Why don't we change it?"

Adam: “…”

"Then let it go..."

He sat back in his seat with a smirk.

The moment he saw the title of the paper, he raised his eyebrows suddenly.

"Wow! It's actually a paper about controlled nuclear fusion!"

"Michelle, let's make a bet. I bet this paper is a scrap manuscript!"

Hearing Adam's words, Michelle raised his eyebrows and dragged his office chair to sit next to Adam: "What is the bet?"

“A dinner?”

Adam said, pressing his mouse to open the file.

"If it's Michelin, I'll bet with you!" Michelle glanced at the title of the email and said for a moment.

Adam paused slightly when he controlled the mouse.

Michelin...it costs a lot of money!

However, thinking of the experience of fourteen consecutive scrapped manuscripts today, Adam felt a little inexplicable confidence.

"Okay! Just Michelin restaurant!"

"I don't believe that I'm getting off work soon, and I can still see a normal paper!"

While speaking, the file in the mailbox was opened.

Adam quickly drags the mouse and drags the paper to the attribution column.

"……hiss!"

The moment he saw the signature, Adam suddenly gasped!

"The second work of this paper turned out to be the Nuclear Physics Laboratory of Sandaokou University, Xia Guo?!"

Adam's mouth twitched twice.

"You owe me a Michelin meal, don't forget!" The smile in Michelle's eyes was almost overflowing.

Adam shook his head helplessly: "Michelin is just Michelin... What I care more about is the work of this paper."

"I don't seem to hear this name in the nuclear physics community."

Michelle looked a little serious.

She frowned and thought carefully for a while, and slowly shook her head.

"I haven't heard of this name either."

"Is it a newcomer?"

Adam shook his head with a serious expression and wrote down the letters in his notebook beside him: "It shouldn't be. Do you think the newcomer can get a place for the same paper in this way?"

"This paper is the nuclear physics laboratory of Xia Guosandaokou University!"

Michelle slowly shook her head: "I don't know either... Let's take a look at the content of the paper first!"

Adam nodded with a serious face.

When he learned that this paper was from Sandaokou University in Xiaguo, his face became much more serious.

“… According to the experiment, can the stellar device effectively extend the maintenance time of controlled nuclear fusion?”

"Thirty-five minutes?!"

“wtf??!”

Adam quickly dragged the mouse and directly dragged the paper content to the experimental data section.

Looking at the dense experimental data in the paper, Adam's pupils were dilated a little.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

He murmured to himself: "God... Hasn't Xia Guo just been kicked out of iter?"

He could even imagine how wonderful the expressions of the people in iter would be once the paper was published in the journal Science!

"etc!"

Michelle, who was standing beside him suddenly exclaimed in a low voice: "Adam, have you noticed it?"

Adam looked at Michelle sitting beside him with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong?"

Michelle stretched out his finger to the last page of the paper with disbelief: "Adam... don't you think the format of this paper looks familiar?"

Adam frowned and looked carefully at the end of the paper.

"As the graduation thesis is completed, the first thing I want to thank is..."

Adam's pupils contracted violently!

"This, this is...a undergraduate thesis?!"

...

the next day.

Stanford University, United States.

Professor Collins arrived at the office early as usual.
To be continued...