While the Nobel Prize in Chemistry Committee was still debating whether or not Lu Zhou should win the prize, the impact of the RPX thesis on the physics community continued to ferment.
Lu Zhou had received a lot of phone calls and emails over the past few days.
Among them were Professor Frank Wilczek, Professor Klaus von Klitzing, and other physicists who had a good relationship with him. They were all surprised by his work.
There were also some colleagues that he didn't know who wanted to talk to him about the turbulence phenomenon.
Other than that, there were also some invitations from academic conferences.
For example, the IAEA-DEMO International Symposium that was going to be held in November. The conference organizer invited him to give a one-hour report on the plasma turbulence phenomenon.
If it was any other time, Lu Zhou might have gone there.
After all, there were many excellent reports on controllable nuclear fusion. If he wanted to complete the first DEMO demonstration reactor by 2025, he would have to make full use of international academic resources …
However, he had been a little "off" these past few days.
After accepting the mission, Lu Zhou didn't immediately choose a feasible project from the list. Instead, he gave himself a week off.
Every day, he would either take a walk on campus or go for a drive in his Ford Explorer.
In fact, even though New Jersey was small, there were still many tourist attractions.
For example, in Sussex County's High Point State Park, it was now the golden autumn season, and the mountains and fields were covered in a fiery red. There was also the 220-foot white monument, which, when climbed to the top, could even overlook the three states.
After being in North America for so long, Lu Zhou suddenly realized that he had neglected a lot of the fun things around him. However, his only regret was that he was the only one on this trip, and he only brought one set of picnic utensils and food.
Unless, of course, Xiao Ai was with him the entire time.
Actually, whether it was at High Point State Park or Princeton, Lu Zhou wasn't completely idle. He was thinking about a problem.
For the "System", the unexplainable problems of the Earth civilization, or rather, the so-called human academic community, were all recorded in the database. The most effective way was undoubtedly to tell him the technology directly, instead of asking him to repeat the research.
However, the System did not do so. Instead, it used this method of strengthening his brain and guiding him patiently to think about these unsolved mysteries.
Although Lu Zhou enjoyed the process, with the help of the system, he could feel that all aspects of his abilities had improved rapidly. Not only had he surpassed his peers, but he had also accomplished things that most people could not achieve in their lifetime.
However, what puzzled him the most was the System's motive for doing so.
In fact, he had thought about this problem a long time ago.
Could it be that in a certain corner of the universe, there was an extraterrestrial civilization that took pleasure in enlightening lower civilizations? Or did the system come from the future?
If he let his imagination run wild, there were too many possibilities. It was even more difficult to summarize than the chaotic system in physics.
However, Lu Zhou felt like no matter what the motive was, it was most likely not because of the boring principle of "humans must solve their own problems".
This system that came from a certain corner of the universe must have a deeper purpose.
Suddenly, Lu Zhou had a strange idea.
If Zhou's conjecture about the distribution of Mersenne prime numbers was just an example, then the twin prime number conjecture, Goldbach's conjecture … and even the Millennium Prize Problems such as the existence and smoothness of the Navier – Stokes equation were just "homework" or "research topics" that the system gave him.
As for the general points, it was for him to look at the answers, or to retake the exams.
If that was the case, when all his subjects reached level 10, the unlocked future would be the "graduation certificate" or the "letter of acceptance" for a higher degree that the system would issue to him?
Thinking about it this way, he was no professor at all. In the eyes of the system, he hadn't even graduated yet …
Especially in the mission chain, he saw that the system's description of controllable nuclear fusion only used words like "warm up in a swaddling swaddle" …
Lu Zhou sat on a bench next to Lake Carnegie and stared at the sparkling lake water. He was lost in thought. This lake had given him a lot of inspiration, but this was the only question that he couldn't get an answer from the lake water.
"For you, these aren't 'questions' at all?"
This wasn't the first time he felt this way.
But at this moment, Lu Zhou felt for the first time that the glory of the human mind was so insignificant in the face of the universe …
At this moment, a familiar voice came from the side, pulling him back from his scattered thoughts.
"What are you looking at?"
Lu Zhou heard this voice and looked over. He saw Molina standing there.
When Lu Zhou looked at Molina, she didn't know why, but she felt like he was looking at her.
"You … What's wrong?"
Lu Zhou shook his head.
"Nothing … I just encountered a problem that I don't understand."
"There's a problem that you don't understand?" Molina raised her eyebrows and said, "I thought there was nothing in this world that you don't know."
When Lu Zhou heard this, he smiled and shook his head.
"Even though I don't know what made you think this way, there are too many problems that I don't understand."
Every evening, a lot of Princeton professors and students who loved sports would choose to jog along the path next to Lake Carnegie. Molina was one of them.
Occasionally, Lu Zhou would sit on a bench by the lake to rest. He would always bump into her while she was jogging.
The two of them had a good relationship. Apart from academic exchanges, they were also ordinary friends in daily life.
In a place like Princeton, other than his own students, there weren't many people his age that he could communicate with.
After staring at Lu Zhou for a while, Molina, who was standing next to him, said, "You're becoming more and more like those people."
Lu Zhou said, "What people?"
"Those old guys at the Institute for Advanced Study," Molina said in a mocking tone, "maybe one day the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study will give you the title of a lifetime researcher, and I won't be surprised."
A tenured researcher at the Institute for Advanced Study was different from a tenured professor at Princeton. In addition to the title, it was one of the highest honors in academia. There were no more than 30 tenured researchers at the four major institutions.
Einstein was one of the tenured researchers at Princeton, which showed how high the threshold was.
Also, unless it was a special situation, this kind of lifelong honor would never be given to young scholars …
When Lu Zhou heard Molina's joke, he smiled and said, "Tenured researcher? Can I take your words as a kind of good wishes? "
Molina laughed and said, "Of course, but I'm just saying that you're like an old man when you think about problems."
Lu Zhou smiled and shook his head. "Don't say that. In terms of age, you're older than me."
Molina: "…"
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