"I'm not looking forward to it at all..."
Looking at the messages on his phone, Ding Zhiqiang scratched his scalp hard. He originally thought that there were still more than ten days left, but he didn't expect that Teacher Wang would come to remind him of his homework so soon. The problem was that he had completed too little.
In the past three days, Ding Zhiqiang has been bored in the workroom. It was not until the spacecraft landed on the earth that he simply packed up his things and walked out.
Now that I live in a quarantined area, I just have time to continue thinking, and then I’m being pushed to hand in my homework?
Ding Zhiqiang pulled up the file page on the computer and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. It can't be said that it was not completed at all, but the content was so small that he couldn't even read it.
To be precise, two pages of A4 paper with several analysis contents.
Then, no more.
This is like writing a novel. It only provides a background, the protagonist has just appeared, and there is not even a single dialogue. How can it be published for readers to read? By then, it will only be lonely.
Ding Zhiqiang grabbed his scalp a few more times with his hands, and suddenly thought, Zhang Zhiqiang, who was about to become bald, quickly stood up and combed his hair a few times, and breathed lightly, "Fortunately, it was discovered early. It seems that I still have to find other ways and rely on myself."
It won’t work anymore.”
He made a decision and quickly went to find Paul Phil Jones.
Paul Phil-Jones was in a separate room. When the door opened, he was writing and drawing on the table. There was a lot of discarded tissue paper in the trash can. Ding Zhiqiang felt hope after taking a look at it. He pretended not to
He walked in with concern and asked casually, "Paul, has Teacher Wang contacted you? It's about research."
"No." Paul Phil-Jones shook his head in confusion. He also took a look at his phone and confirmed, "He only sent a message to ask about my physical condition, but obviously I am still alive and able to work normally.
So I didn't reply to him."
"..."
This is indeed something Paul Phil Jones can do.
Ding Zhiqiang tugged at the corner of his mouth, looked down at the things on the table, and asked, "It seems that your work is going well."
Paul Phil-Jones silently shook his head, "No progress at all." He felt a little depressed. While on the spacecraft, he had a lot of time to think, but most of the time, he could only lie in bed and endure the pain.
Ding Zhiqiang took another look at the pile of handwritten contents on the table, with distrust written all over his face, "Is there no progress?"
Paul Phil-Jones came over and sorted the things on the table, pulled out more than twenty sheets from a large pile of handwritten papers, and said, "This is the only one, the rest can be thrown away."
"So many?" Ding Zhiqiang's grin was a bit exaggerated.
"There is really no progress, that's all." Paul Phil-Jones was obviously very dissatisfied. What he was dissatisfied with was that there were no special discoveries, just routine mathematical demonstrations.
It's like solving a very complex mathematical equation, writing a lot of methodological arguments, but failing to find the core point. The final result is likely to be that the result cannot be obtained.
Ding Zhiqiang obviously doesn't think so. If there are more than 20 pages of mathematical content, no matter what the result is, it can be explained.
He asked, "Paul, can you tell me what your argument is..."
Without thinking much, Paul Phil-Jones turned to the first page and said, "The experiment discovered energy transmission. Energy must penetrate following the penetration of field forces, which can be well explained by the space wave theory."
"
"For example, it can be considered that energy is compatible with space fluctuations at a certain frequency."
"I call this the compatibility principle of space and energy..."
"In this part, I listed the possible compatible frequency ranges and energy fluctuation ranges..."
"Ula Ula~~"
Paul Phil-Jones spoke very seriously. After finishing a few pages, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Ding Zhiqiang taking pictures with his mobile phone?
"What are you doing!"
"Ahem~~~"
Ding Zhiqiang quickly put down his phone and explained awkwardly, "It's nothing. What you said is too profound. I just want to take a photo and go back to understand..."
If it were anyone else, Paul Phil Jones would definitely fall out, but they are all members of the theory group, and there is no such thing as leaking secrets. But thinking about Ding Zhiqiang’s question just now, his IQ quickly returned to his brain, and he took it with him
He asked suspiciously, "Xiao Ding, isn't it because Wang Hao asked you to report, and then you didn't do anything, so you came to copy mine?"
"Of course not, how could it be possible? The report I submitted is the same as yours, what would Teacher Wang think?" Ding Zhiqiang immediately retorted, he just wanted to draw lessons from it to a certain extent, and it was absolutely impossible to plagiarize it completely.
"Right……"
Paul still had doubts on his face, "Then tell me, what do you think about this issue?"
"this……"
Ding Zhiqiang didn't think of anything at all. He didn't know what to say for a while, but he still forced himself to explain, "I think... I mean, isn't what we are studying wormhole technology?"
"Spatial fluctuation is your theory. I have only read some mathematical basics and have not conducted in-depth research, so my ideas are completely different from yours."
"Is such that……"
Ding Zhiqiang quickly started thinking, "Wormhole technology is mainly about material transmission, not energy transmission. Even the current experimental findings cannot be called wormhole technology..."
Paul nodded thoughtfully and agreed with Ding Zhiqiang's statement.
"So I'm thinking about how to truly realize material transmission and create a real wormhole..."
Paul Phil-Jones continued to listen. After waiting for a long time, he did not get the follow-up. He quickly asked, "How to realize material transmission? How to create a real wormhole?"
"How do I know!" Ding Zhiqiang immediately shook his head.
"But you just said..."
"I told you? I was thinking about this problem, but I just didn't think it through. You should know how difficult it is."
Ding Zhiqiang nodded vigorously as he spoke. After speaking, he quickly took out his mobile phone and walked away.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Paul Phil-Jones stood there, thinking about his conversation with Ding Zhiqiang, and always felt that something was wrong.
The other party was wondering how to know about wormholes, but then failed to figure it out. Is it really normal? It is not normal for such a difficult question to be figured out.
But, why is something wrong?
As Ding Zhiqiang walked back, he was still muttering, "How to achieve material transmission? If I knew, I wouldn't have to worry about 'handing in homework'."
He shook his head in amusement, but he couldn't help but think about it, "How to achieve material transmission?"
In the process of thinking, I couldn't help but construct a scene from a science fiction movie. In the empty space, a huge spaceship slowly flew into a dark hole, and then disappeared from an unknown distance.
The other side came out.
"To achieve material transmission, the material must not be affected by the black ball, that is, the directional strong annihilation force field."
"Material transmission is completely different from energy transmission. Energy can be compatible with space fluctuations and transmitted together with field force, as Paul said, but matter can never be..."
"If you want matter to pass through the black ball, there must be a protective cover on the surface to protect the directional strong annihilation force field..."
"Rejection?"
"Weak annihilation field or magnetic field?"
Ding Zhiqiang stared hard as he thought about it, and before he could get too excited, his head hit the railing with a 'bang' sound.
"Tear~~~"
He covered his forehead in pain.
The two nurses in the aisle next to him laughed out loud when they saw Jie, and they hurried over to check, "How are you, Professor Ding? Are you okay?"
"Why did it hit the pole..."
"Thinking about something..."
"As expected of a great professor, if you are still thinking about things while walking on the road, be sure not to break your head..."
…
After Wang Hao sent a message to Ding Zhiqiang, he didn't pay much attention to it and continued the work at hand.
There is still a lot of work to be done after the spacecraft returns to Earth. The first is a detailed inspection of the spacecraft.
The spacecraft for a trip to Jupiter worked continuously for more than 40 days, which was quite a long time. Every component inside the engine needed to be measured in detail.
This work will be done for the next three months.
The spacecraft company has also held continuous internal meetings. They need to decide on the next development route, mainly in two directions.
One is to build a new spaceship.
The spaceship company builds large spaceships. The first thing to complete is to build a large transport ship so that it can complete the launch of large satellites at a lower cost. It will also be used for transportation between planets in the future.
To be continued...