On the other side of the Eurasian continent, the No. 1 lecture hall of the CERN headquarters in Switzerland was packed with people.
Luo Wenxuan, who was wearing a suit, stood on the aisle next to the podium. He carefully read the thesis in his hand while taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
Although this was not his first time standing here, the feeling of standing in the audience was completely different than standing on the stage.
This was the temple of the international physics community.
In half an hour, he would be tested by the world's top physicists.
While Luo Wenxuan was nervously making his final preparations, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Your tie is too tight, it's affecting your breathing."
Upon hearing this voice, Luo Wenxuan immediately turned his head to look, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.
"Professor?"
"You shouldn't be surprised, right? You should know that I'm at CERN for at least six months of the year," Witten said with a smile. He then joked, "Not to mention, there's such an important report waiting for me."
Luo Wenxuan awkwardly smiled 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 you can do it. If I were you, I wouldn't be so nervous, I would just treat it as a normal report. "
No sh * t … You're a Fields Medal winner, there's no need for you to be nervous. The problem is that I've never won a Fields Medal before.
Luo Wenxuan didn't say anything. He was speechless.
Witten paused for a second and said, "Speaking of which, how is Professor Lu doing?"
Luo Wenxuan: "He's doing pretty well, but he's still as busy as ever with his research."
"Really? That's his style. "Witten smiled and said," Actually, I don't think he needs to be so anxious. In just a few years, he has reached a height that many people can't reach in their lifetime. He still has decades to continue his research … My suggestion is that he should consider a healthier lifestyle and take time off from his research to travel or something. "
Luo Wenxuan: "I will pass on your suggestion to him."
"It's not really a suggestion, it's just a little insight from my own life." Witten looked at Luo Wenxuan, who was still very nervous. He smiled and said, "And you, relax. If I remember correctly, this isn't your first time here. "
Luo Wenxuan said nervously, "But in the past, I was always in the audience."
Wei Teng laughed and said, "Aren't we going to stand on the stage soon? I have high hopes for you. Don't disappoint me. "
With that said, he patted his former student on the shoulder, turned around, and walked away in the direction of the banquet.
…
After chatting with his former mentor for a while, Luo Wenxuan felt much more relaxed.
Soon, it was time for the report to begin.
Luo Wenxuan walked to the front of the stage and took out his phone from his pocket. When he dialed the number, he placed it next to the microphone on the multimedia desk.
As the venue gradually quietened down, he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Due to various reasons, Professor Lu couldn't come to the venue in person, so I was appointed to do this report on his behalf. If you have any questions about this, you can ask them before the report. "
As soon as he finished speaking, someone raised his hand.
Luo Wenxuan made an inviting gesture and spoke politely.
"Professor, please go ahead."
An old man with a hooked nose and wrinkles on his face stood up from his chair. He stared at Luo Wenxuan, who was standing on the stage, and spoke in a slow but dignified tone.
"I only want to ask one question. What role did you play in the research of the Yang-Mills equations?"
Luo Wenxuan looked at the other people in the audience. It seemed like a lot of people were concerned about this question.
He adjusted his breathing and spoke as calmly as possible.
"I … mainly provided him with a possible proof and discussed the solution to the problem with him. Of course, as described in the end of the thesis, he completed the main arguments alone. "
The old man continued to ask, "Then can I assume that your point of view represents his point of view?"
Didn't I just say I only have one question?
Luo Wenxuan thought in his heart and spoke.
"Of course you can … Unless Professor Lu explicitly objects." He pointed at his phone on the multimedia desk and said, "He will be listening to the entire report online. If I say anything immature, he will add … If he interrupts my speech, his speech will prevail."
The old man nodded and sat back down.
Luo Wenxuan sighed in relief.
"In that case, please turn to the abstract in your hands and we'll start from the beginning …"
Even though it was impossible for him not to be nervous, after the report began, he quickly got into the zone.
In fact, it wasn't like he had never done a report at CERN before. Under Witten's guidance, he had a lot of opportunities to give reports on stage. However, those reports weren't particularly important, and there weren't that many big names in the audience.
Time quickly passed by.
An hour had passed by in the blink of an eye.
Finally, Luo Wenxuan looked at the last page of the PowerPoint presentation and sighed in relief. However, he didn't let down his guard at all.
Even though the PowerPoint presentation was over, the report was not over yet.
The Q&A session was the key to the entire report!
"That's basically all about the details of this thesis … If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
Seeing that he announced the start of the Q&A session, the audience immediately raised their hands.
Luo Wenxuan glanced at the old man who raised his hand. Seeing that it was the same old man from before, he nodded to him.
"Please go ahead."
Standing up shakily from the chair, the old man with a hooked nose asked in a steady voice.
"Page 9, line 23, for a more generalized polynomial interaction on R ² such as λ R (φ) + φ ², there is a lower bound on R (φ), and 0 < λ < λ < λ < 1. How do you know its existence and isolated single-particle spectrum?"
Luo Wenxuan sighed in relief.
The difficulty was average, and it wasn't a particularly tricky question.
He cleared his throat and walked to the side of the whiteboard. He picked up a marker and began to write on the whiteboard.
"For a two-dimensional small coupling constant R (φ), the appearance of a bound state depends on the specific situation of R (φ). A field theory with a bound state will have a mass operator M, whose spectrum has a mass gap (0, m) and a supergap (m, mb) … Therefore, we know that its existence is known.
"As for the single-particle spectrum …"
Halfway through his sentence, the marker in Luo Wenxuan's hand suddenly stopped. Even his voice was stuck there.
It was like a ball of cotton was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
Isolated single-particle spectrum …
MMP！
How do I answer this?
A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
His brain was running at its limit, and he used almost all of his brain cells to think about this problem.
However, it was futile.
Whispers began to spread in the venue. Luo Wenxuan saw a trace of disappointment in the eyes of the professors sitting in the front row.
He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and gradually felt a chill in his hands and feet.
What should I do …
He couldn't imagine what would happen if he screwed up.
Even if Lu Zhou didn't mind forgiving him, he couldn't forgive himself.
However, at this moment, an angelic voice sounded from the phone on the multimedia desk. Even though it was only four words, it instantly filled his body with energy.
On the other end of the phone, Lu Zhou spoke in a calm but reliable voice.
"I'll read it, you write it."
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