Chapter 665 I Read, You Write

At the same time, on the other side of the Eurasian continent, in the lecture hall No. 1 of the CERN headquarters in Switzerland, there was a scene full of people.

Luo Wenxuan, who was wearing a formal suit, stood in the aisle next to the podium, while carefully checking the manuscript in his hand, he kept taking deep breaths in order to adjust his beating heart.

Although it is not the first time to stand in this place, the feeling of standing off the stage and standing on the stage is completely different.

This is the temple of the international physics community.

In half an hour, he will accept the test from the top scholars in the world of physics.

Just as Luo Wenxuan was nervously making final preparations, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

"Your tie is too tight, it's affecting your breathing."

Upon hearing this voice, Luo Wenxuan immediately looked back, with a surprised expression on his face.

"professor?"

"It's not such a surprise, you should know that I'm here at CERN for at least six months of the year," Witten said with a smile, and made a joke in a humorous tone, "not to mention , and such an important report is waiting for me.”

Luo Wenxuan smiled embarrassedly, stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head.

"I'll be thankful if I don't screw it up."

"Since Professor Lu chose to entrust this report to you, it means that he believes that you can do it. If I were you, there is no need to be so nervous at all, just treat it as an ordinary report."

Nonsense... You are a boss of the Philippine Awards, so there is no need to be nervous, but the problem is that I have never won a Fields Award.

Luo Wenxuan didn't speak, and complained in his heart with a speechless face.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Witten paused for a moment and continued, "Speaking of which, is Professor Lu okay?"

Luo Wenxuan: "It's pretty good in every sense, but research is still as busy as ever."

"Really? He has his style," Witten smiled. "Actually, I don't think he needs to be so anxious. He has reached a height that many people can't reach in a lifetime in just a few years, and he There are still decades to study in the future... My suggestion is that he can consider changing to a healthier lifestyle, and take time out to travel or something after research."

Luo Wenxuan: "I will convey your suggestion to him."

"It's not a suggestion, it's just my own perception of my past life." Seeing Luo Wenxuan whose expression was still tense, Witten smiled and said, "And you, take it easy. If I remember correctly, you should It's not the first time I've been here."

Luo Wenxuan said nervously: "But before, I was always in the audience."

Wei Teng laughed and said, "Aren't you going to be on stage soon? I'm optimistic about you, don't let me down."

As he spoke, he patted the former student on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the banquet.

...

After chatting with his former mentor for a few words, Luo Wenxuan felt that his tense mood relaxed a lot.

Soon, it was time for the report meeting to start.

After walking to the front of the stage and standing still, Luo Wenxuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and while making an internet call, he placed it next to the microphone on the multimedia desk.

Facing the gradually quiet venue, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Due to various reasons, Professor Lu was unable to come to the scene in person, so I was appointed to conduct this report meeting instead of him. If you have any questions about this, you can raise it before the report meeting."

When the voice fell, someone raised their hand.

Luo Wenxuan made a gesture of invitation and said politely.

"The professor please speak."

Standing up tremblingly from the seat, he saw an old man with a hooked nose and a face full of dimples, staring sharply at Luo Wenxuan standing on the stage. Said slowly.

"There is only one question I want to ask, what role did you play in the research on the Yang-Mills equation problem?"

Luo Wenxuan observed the other audience, and it seemed that many people were concerned about this issue.

Adjusting his breathing, he said in as calm a voice as possible.

"I...mainly provided a possible proof idea, and discussed with him on the method of solving the problem. Of course, as described at the end of the paper, the main argument was completed by him alone."

The old man continued to ask: "Then may I consider your opinion to represent his opinion?"

Didn't you agree to ask only one question?

After complaining in his heart, Luo Wenxuan continued.

"Of course...unless Professor Lu expresses a clear objection," he said, pointing to the mobile phone on the multimedia desk, and continued, "He will listen to the whole report online, if I have any immature speech , he will add...if he interrupts me, his speech will prevail.”

The old man nodded and sat back.

Luo Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I, please turn the papers in your hands to the abstract section, and let's start from the beginning..."

Although it is impossible not to be nervous, after the report meeting began, he still quickly entered the state.

In fact, he has not never given a report at CERN, and even under the cultivation of Witten, he has had many opportunities to give reports on stage, but those reports are not particularly important. Not so much.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

An hour has passed in the blink of an eye.

Finally, seeing the PPT turned to the last page, Luo Wenxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of complacency in his heart.

Although the PPT is over, the report meeting is not over yet.

The next question and answer session is the key to the whole report meeting!

"The details about the paper, that's basically it... If there is any doubt, it can be raised."

Seeing him announcing that he had entered the questioning session, the hands of the audience immediately went up.

Luo Wenxuan glanced at the old man who raised his hand, seeing that it was still the old man, so he nodded to him.

"Speaking."

Standing up tremblingly from the chair, the old man with the hooked nose asked in a steady voice.

"On page 9, line 23 of the paper, for a more generalized polynomial interaction of the form λR(φ)+φ on R, when R(φ) has a lower bound, and 0<λ<λ0<1, its existence and How did you learn about the isolated single-particle spectrum?"

After hearing this question, Luo Wenxuan heaved a sigh of relief.

The difficulty is quite satisfactory, and it is not a particularly tricky question.

Clearing his throat, he walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker pen and wrote on the blackboard while answering.

"For a two-dimensional R(φ) with a small coupling constant, whether the bound state appears or not depends on the specific situation of R(φ). A field theory with a bound state will have a mass operator M whose spectrum exists The mass gap (0, m) and the upper gap (m, mb)...so we can tell that its existence is known."

"As for the single particle spectrum..."

Just in the middle of speaking, the marker pen in Luo Wenxuan's hand suddenly stopped, and his voice was also stuck there.

It was as if a ball of cotton had blocked his throat, preventing him from making a sound.

Isolated single particle spectrum...

MMP!

How should I answer this?

A drop of cold sweat gradually fell from his forehead.

The speed of his brain was at its limit, and he used almost all of his brain cells to think about this problem.

However, it was just in vain.

Whispering voices gradually spread in the venue, and Luo Wenxuan saw a trace of disappointment in the eyes of the professors sitting in the front row.

Swallowing with difficulty, he gradually felt a chill in his hands and feet.

What should I do……

He couldn't imagine what would happen to him if he screwed up.

Even though Lu Zhou might forgive him indifferently, he couldn't forgive himself.

However, at this moment, a voice like the sound of heaven sounded from the mobile phone placed on the multimedia desk. Although there were only four words, it filled him with strength for an instant.

Only listening to Lu Zhou on the other end of the phone, he said in an understatement but extremely reliable voice.

"I read, you write."