[R18] 夫人你馬甲又掉了 – “Madam, your vest has fallen off again” 433 Sister Ran: I have thought about it (second update) [English]

As soon as he picked up the answer, the editor couldn’t wait to ask: “What was the result?”

“We did two experiments, one was 49.2%, and the other was 51.3%,” on the other end of the phone was a professor from M State Research Institute, his voice was serious, “Which team did this compression research? Do you have his contact information?”

The content of this issue of the journal has not yet been finalized. The editor-in-chief and the executive editor have worked overtime from last night to the morning, and then from the morning until now. They are in high spirits and do not look tired at all.

The results of each experiment will be different due to quantitative deviations or various unavoidable factors.

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

The editor-in-chief sat down on the chair and exhaled: “I don’t know the specific contact information. I have already sent an email to the other party. If the editor replies, I will tell you immediately.”

The professor over there hung up the phone.

The editor-in-chief was still sitting in his chair, making no movement.

The executive editor saw that the editor-in-chief was silent and could not help but walk around his desk and stare at him. He was also very anxious, “What is going on now? Are the verification results correct?!”

Hearing the voice of the executive editor, the editor-in-chief looked up blankly, and said “Ah” in confusion before coming back to his senses.

“The results are not too biased. This article does not need to be reviewed for three times.” The editor-in-chief opened his mailbox with the mouse and checked his incoming items one by one to see if the person had replied. “Please arrange to replace the first-class articles in our latest issue with this one!”

“A type of article?” The executive editor raised his head and looked towards the editor-in-chief.

SCI papers are also graded.

An issue of the journal is published every half month, and the papers are divided into categories one, two and three, as well as papers in the general category.

In addition to the impact factor after the article is published, the potential evaluation before publication is also important.

The articles that the editorial department receives now are basically of ordinary grade, with only 10% of research papers reaching Category II and III. As for Category I articles, basically only those professors at the research level can achieve it, and only one can be selected from hundreds of papers every month.

One category of articles is placed on the cover and published simultaneously in various sub-categories of journals and newspapers.

Very rare.

Sometimes I can’t find a single article of the same category for a month.

There are less than twenty of them a year.

After a type of article is published, its minimum impact factor is around 9.

The academic community evaluates a person based on SCI papers, but the SCI system also needs a type of article to support his authority.

“Yes, in the first category, there are very few people in the physics community who are trying to break through the energy boundary.” The editor-in-chief read all the new emails, but did not see the reply from the flower country man. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath, “This article will cause shock to those research madmen and major laboratories… Qin Ran… strange, I can’t find any information about her here. Is she a newbie in the physics world?”

The editor-in-chief is now filled with doubts.

He could foresee the riots this article would bring, but he couldn’t wait for the reply from this flower country man.

“You type a reply and we send it to you,” the editor-in-chief stood up directly and looked at the executive editor, “in the fastest way!”

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At this time, she was still researching her nuclear engineering project. Cheng Juan brought her lunch from Tinglan. She, Nan Huiyao and others only responded in a hurry about research matters. None of the three of them came to her to harass her about Jiangshanyi.

Half past ten in the evening.

Qin Ran just walked out of the laboratory door.

Cheng Juan looked at her sitting in the passenger seat, squinting her eyes slightly, as if she was very sleepy, so he raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the car a little, and drove the car back quietly without saying a word.

In the underground parking lot, Cheng Juan stopped, but Qin Ran hadn’t woken up yet.

There were no lights on in the car, and the parking lot was dark and gloomy. Only the headlights in front of the car were on. Qin Ran’s head was leaning against the car window, and her dark hair hung down the side of her face.

Cheng Juan put his hands on the steering wheel and tilted his head to look at her for a long time.

The mobile phone placed in front of the car lit up. Cheng Juan was very quick and took it over to cut off the phone when it was about to ring.

He looked down and saw a call from an unnamed local number.

Cheng Juan thought for a while, then quietly opened the car door and got out, then closed the door again to make sure Qin Ran didn’t wake up.

He just turned to the phone number he just called and dialed it again.

“So late, what’s going on?” Even though the car door was closed, Cheng Juan lowered his voice, took a few steps back, stopped at the pillar, looked at the car window, and spoke slowly.

There was an old voice on the other end of the phone, speaking slowly but respectfully: “Is it convenient for you to come to the museum now?”

Cheng Juan’s eyes still stayed in the direction of the car, and he said in a low voice, “Not now.”

There was a pause, “Then… when is it convenient for you?”

“Tomorrow morning or afternoon,” Cheng Juan raised his head, and the passenger door was pushed open. He seemed to sigh, “I’ll talk about it when I get there tomorrow if I have anything to do.”

After saying hello to the person on the other end of the phone, Cheng Juan hung up the phone.

He walked to the car, opened the driver’s door, bent over and took out the key, and locked the door.

Qin Ran had already come out, and she was on the other side. Because she had just woken up, her face did not have that sharp expression at all. She yawned lazily and said, “Where are you going tomorrow?”

“Museum,” Cheng Juan walked to her and looked up at her, “Do you want to go?”

If nothing happens, Qin Ran will definitely go.

But now she is not only busy, but also has a lot of things.

Qin Ran changed the pile of documents she was holding in one hand and sighed softly: “Forget it, I’ll go again when I have the chance.”

Cheng Juan didn’t say anything. It was already eleven o’clock when the two of them returned upstairs.

Cheng Mu naturally stopped at this time, and the chef had already left work.

Qin Ran threw the documents in her hand on the table and looked up to see Cheng Juan turning around and heading to the kitchen.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, Qin Ran smelled a very light fragrance.

She followed Cheng Juan in and found him standing in front of the stove, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, stirring the porridge in the casserole slowly. He took off his coat when he got home, and the sleeves of the black shirt underneath were rolled up, revealing a thin wrist.

Qin Ran walked a little closer and looked down at the white casserole, “I’m really hungry.”

“The casserole left by the chef,” Cheng Juan raised his hand and looked at the time on the watch, “it’s almost time.”

He turned off the fire, filled a bowl of porridge casually, and motioned for Qinran to get a ladle.

There were cabinets everywhere in the kitchen. Qin Ran opened the two cabinets at hand and filled them with seasonings, and then continued to open the third cabinet. Cheng Juan waited for a while but didn’t see her. When he returned to the kitchen, she was still stopped by a cabinet, rummaging around.

Looking at her movements, she is quite irritable.

Cheng Juan glanced at her and walked back with a smile.

Taking the porridge, he turned back, walked behind her, and slowly opened the cabinet above her head.

There are bowls, chopsticks and ladles inside.

Qin Ran: “…”

She remembered what Qin Hanqiu praised Cheng Juan…

It doesn’t look fake now.

The porridge was a little hot. Qin Ran sat at the dining table and ate slowly.

Cheng Juan sat next to her and looked through the information she had brought back. There was a lot of data that needed to be sorted out. Some parts of it had been processed by Nan Huiyao and the three of them, and some were waiting for Qin Ran to fill in.

“Do you understand?” Qin Ran crossed her legs, held the ladle and looked up at him.

Cheng Juan turned over a page, glanced at her, and replied calmly: “It’s okay.”

He majored in neither nuclear engineering nor automation, but in the past two months, from before Qinran’s assessment to now, he helped her fill in the data every night. The more exposure he had, the more he would naturally understand it.

“When you finish studying, I can go to Beijing University and apply for a fourth major.” Cheng Juan reached out and picked up a pen and helped her sort out the thick stack of documents, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

But quite arrogant.

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

She majored in automation and minored in nuclear engineering. She was repeatedly rejected by Dean Jiang and others, and finally asked her to take the exam.

“All those who are interested have learned it, five or six? There are still two who haven’t passed the exam,” Cheng Juan said calmly. After filling out, he put the document in her hand, “It’s half past eleven, go to bed.”

He took the bowl and ladle to the kitchen and washed the bowls.

She saw Qin Ran leaning lazily on the stairs on the second floor, her long legs crossed, one hand folded across her chest, and the other hand holding a document, knocking on the stair railing casually, the incandescent light shining on her face that looked almost demonic.

Cheng Juan took out a piece of paper, wiped his hands slowly, and walked towards her with his eyebrows lowered, “Why don’t you go and rest?”

“Ah,” Qinran stood up straight, tilted her head and looked at Cheng Juan who was walking upstairs, “I’ve thought about it.”

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

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The SCI paper in this article is a bit fictitious, please do not take it seriously~