Chapter 519

The laboratory where the James team is located.

In the morning, as soon as core member Panni Neck arrived at the office, he saw his friend Gote Barnes staring blankly.

He couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder and joked: "Hi, Barnes, were you drained by that girl last night?"

Barnes didn't retort as usual, but said with a strange expression: "Our 'old rival' has announced the latest results."

"Ah? What?" Panni Neck didn't react: "Oh, impossible, could it be those guys from Princeton again?!"

Barnes didn't explain and handed over his phone.

"Their superconducting thin film performance has already reached industrial-grade level?"

Panni Neck stared at the Twitter of Xu Qingzhou's research group, somewhat surprised.

This messy team actually really came up with something...

Whether it was their side, Princeton, or the slightly weaker Jianqiao, they were all competing for commercial-grade thin films. Xu Qingzhou and his team popped up at this time...

In the battle of a group of big shots, strange things were suddenly mixed in.

Panni Neck read the Twitter and joked: "Oh, what does this mean, let us be careful?"

"Who knows."

Barnes shrugged, still somewhat emotional, and said: "However, I have to admit, they are still quite powerful. They completed our two years of work in four months—provided the results they announced are true."

"Substrate-free niobium-tin (Nb3Sn) thin film, growing the superconducting layer directly in the air, no need for a silicon substrate, a very novel concept."

The newer something is, the less it can withstand scrutiny, because it faces too many uncertainties.

For example, Jianqiao and the University of California, Berkeley, had both done similar experiments, but the results were not very satisfactory, and they all gave up in the end.

Panni Neck didn't take it to heart and said indifferently: "Even if the data is true, you should know that industrial-grade to commercial-grade will be the difficulty of quantitative change to qualitative change... How many research groups have been blocked outside the door."

Although different superconducting thin films have different focuses, critical temperature (Tc) and critical current density (Jc) are common evaluation standards.

This is equivalent to an invisible ticket. Only by breaking through the industrial grade can one have the qualification to join the superconducting thin film club.

Barnes was noncommittal and put away his phone. His colleague was telling the truth.

"Let's go, the Maxwell team is our rival. Damn it, if we fall behind again this time, I will definitely go crazy!"

The Twitter posted by Carson did indeed cause everyone's discussion.

Princeton.

A party was being held in a small villa.

The Maxwell team was celebrating the successful completion of the second phase of the experiment and obtaining 5 million in experimental investment.

In the corner.

The white-haired old man was somewhat out of place with the harmonious party and was looking down at the report.

"Hi, Mr. Luo Sen, your serious expression shouldn't appear at this party."

The white-haired old man was Yulin Luo Sen, whom Professor Roberts had mentioned, an expert in the field of statistics. And the person who just spoke was one of the team leaders, Clan Xavier, an expert in condensed matter.

Professor Luo Sen said: "Xu Qingzhou's team has made industrial-grade superconducting thin films, substrate-free niobium-tin (Nb3Sn) thin films. A bit interesting. The Jianqiao team had done similar experiments, but due to material limitations, the performance barely reached commercial grade, but it only stayed in the laboratory and could not be produced on a commercial scale."

Professor Xavier couldn't help but laugh: "Hi, you wouldn't really think we would be finished off by this guy, would you? You have studied statistics for a lifetime, and you should understand even more that there is such a possibility—unless God takes action personally."

"I always have a bad premonition."

Professor Luo Sen frowned.

"Hahaha, old friend, you are overthinking."

"I hope so... This young man has given me too many 'surprises'..."

January 20th.

4:30 PM, Harvard Business School.

Seeing Song Yao packing up, Kelly asked: "Mrs. Song, a new shop selling coffee beans has opened on the west side of the school. Friends say it's very authentic. Do you want to go buy some?"

"No."

Song Yao shook her head and stuffed her computer and economic analysis materials into her bag, "I'm going home to exercise."

"Yoga?" Kelly was curious.

"Running with Xu Qingzhou."

"Really have perseverance..."

Kelly exclaimed, glanced at the weather outside, propped her chin, and said: "On such a cold day, I would rather do yoga at home. It can promote metabolism, relieve stress, exercise the body, and keep a good figure..."

"I won't."

Kelly suggested: "You really should learn it; it's very good for the body."

"Wait until there's a chance."

Song Yao thought about how Xu Qingzhou also asked her last time if she wanted to try yoga. It seemed... it really could be tried. After all, she couldn't run every day.

5:00 PM, the snow hadn't melted yet. The orange-yellow sunlight dyed the clouds on the horizon red, falling onto the earth and pulling out shadows of buildings.

"I'm back."

Song Yao walked into the house and sure enough saw Xu Qingzhou pondering hard at his desk.

This guy had been cooped up at home for three days again, usually sitting for a whole day at a time.

Too much of a homebody.

"Xu~ Pro~fes~sor~, stop thinking." Song Yao pinched her voice, hugged Xu Qingzhou from behind, and at the same time stuffed her hands into his clothes.

"Hiss~ freezing to death."

Xu Qingzhou was a bit disgusted.

Actually, it wasn't that icy. This girl was wrapped tightly when she went out, wearing gloves, so it was a bit cool, but now it had warmed up.

Song Yao sniffed, didn't move, and lay on Xu Qingzhou.

Xu Qingzhou smiled helplessly, turned to embrace the girl, and a faint fragrance drifted into his nose. Holding the fragrant and soft body, the fatigue of the day dissipated.

After pondering hard for 4 days, until today, Xu Qingzhou planned to slow down first and temporarily take some time to help Song Yao finish the model.

However, before making the model, he had to be chased out by Song Yao to run once.

Song Yao buried her head in Xu Qingzhou's arms, smelling the familiar boyish scent, and whispered: "I've already bought the plane tickets, February 1st."

"Hmm, the time is about right."

Xu Qingzhou nodded. Now the school beauty Song controls the family's financial power.

Er Miao circled around the two, found there was no place for itself, let out a resentful meow, and went to amuse itself.

The two hugged on the sofa for a while before Song Yao climbed up and said: "Let's go, change clothes, go running."

Xu Qingzhou nodded.

The school beauty Song took off her down jacket, revealing her slim figure, walking around the house, making Xu Qingzhou unable to help but glance a few more times.

Seeing this guy eyeing her again, Song Yao made a gesture of digging out his eyes.

Xu Qingzhou curled his lips. Usually, what should be touched had been touched, and what should be seen had been seen, but now she wouldn't allow it.

After the two changed clothes, they didn't waste time and ran eight kilometers along the original path.

6:00 PM, the two returned to the apartment, stepping on the last of the afterglow.

Xu Qingzhou was no longer the rookie who would pant after running five kilometers. After eight kilometers, he was at ease and could even help the school beauty Song relax her calf muscles.

Song Yao leaned on her throne, touching her little belly. The vest line didn't seem as obvious as before, so she couldn't help but ask: "Do you think I should also learn yoga?"

That way, even if she was at home, she could exercise.

Xu Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and said affirmatively: "Learn it."

He had mentioned this matter last time, but it was ruthlessly rejected by the school beauty Song. The school beauty Song practicing yoga—just thinking about it was exciting.

Song Yao raised her eyes and glanced at this guy, always feeling that this person had bad intentions.

"Let's practice when there's time." Song Yao said after thinking about it.

Anyway, the two had faced each other frankly I don't know how many times, and she had even performed a split for him. Just doing yoga seemed like nothing.

It was just that seeing this guy's perverted expression, she couldn't help but want to beat him up.

【Taking a day off (pigeon) at the beginning of the month, thank you all for reading. Bow!】

(End of chapter)