Chapter 527

Rongcheng, 1:00 PM.

The cold wind was biting. Xu Qingzhou had his hands in his pockets, walking slowly toward Chengnan Middle School. From far away, he saw two girls in white down jackets standing at the school gate, huddled together whispering.

Xu Qingzhou approached, and Ding Jiahui grabbed Song Yao. "Xu Qingzhou, Yaoyao is mine today; you can't snatch her."

"..."

Xu Qingzhou still had his hands in his pockets, reminding her unhappily, "Student Ding Jiahui, you have a boyfriend, yet you're snatching my wife—that's not good, is it?"

"Then let's swap; Guo Ziyang is yours today."

Ding Jiahui hugged Song Yao and wouldn't let go.

"..."

Xu Qingzhou was speechless. After a pause, he changed the subject and asked, "What were you two chatting about just now, laughing so happily?"

"A little secret between girls," Song Yao said, pursing her lips.

Ding Jiahui had just been asking how to look fuller...

She knew nothing about that.

Besides, she wasn't big now either...

Compared to someone like Kailier or certain girls gifted by nature, her current state was clearly very normal.

Xu Qingzhou shook his head; he could guess what it was without being told. Sometimes girls were more lewd in private than boys; it must have been some content unsuitable for children.

He looked left and right. The cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but shrink his head into his collar. "Where's Fatty Guo? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"His aunt and the others came to his house; he said he'd sneak out after sitting for a while."

Ding Jiahui lifted her chin toward the distance.

"Look~ that person who belongs to you is coming now."

In the distance, a dark-skinned young man wrapped in a black down jacket came running over. By the time he reached them, he was already panting heavily.

Xu Qingzhou looked at this guy's appearance and clicked his tongue. "No way, it's only been half a year; why are you so weak?"

"Get lost, get lost, get lost. You're the weak one."

Guo Ziyang rolled his eyes. After a pause, he muttered softly, "If you had to work several 007 shifts in a row like me, you wouldn't be any better."

"Everyone's here; let's go, let's go shopping!"

Ding Jiahui pulled Song Yao toward Wanda Plaza.

The two girls had long since arranged the itinerary to be completely full.

In the afternoon, they would go shopping first, buy milk tea at 2:30, and go to the cinema at 3:00 to watch "The Wandering Earth."

After the movie, they would go eat hot pot.

As for science fiction movies, from the perspective of someone studying physics, this movie... it's mainly for fun; it's meaningless to be overly serious.

6:30 PM.

Everyone was already sitting in the hot pot restaurant.

Steam rose from the pot, bubbling and gurgling. Having not seen each other for a long time, they chatted enthusiastically.

"Let me tell you..."

Ding Jiahui was talking about gossip she encountered at work.

The bits and pieces about two colleagues who were still working overtime together at 12:00 AM.

People in the workplace play quite wildly.

Just half a year later, Guo Ziyang and Ding Jiahui had basically completed the transition from students to corporate slaves. Everyone had a sense of trance that time flies and things have changed.

Mentioning overtime, Guo Ziyang sighed.

"Our line of work relies heavily on youth."

Guo Ziyang sipped his soy milk, tasting the vicissitudes of life like it was white liquor: "If you don't move into management by thirty, you'll be like sugarcane that's been juiced dry, thrown into a trash bag without mercy."

"Preparing to run away?" Xu Qingzhou asked with a smile.

Song Yao had long since shouted that she was full, playing with his hand while chatting.

Xu Qingzhou would pinch back from time to time. This girl was incredibly double-standard; when he touched her hand, she would scold him for being a pervert who likes hands.

"Hold on for another year, then I'll run out to start my own business."

"The employment environment isn't good."

Ding Jiahui sighed, saying, "A senior of mine resigned last August and still hasn't found a suitable job. Last time we chatted, I heard she was preparing to take the civil service exam."

"Yeah, who dares to run away now..."

The meal was very happy; everyone spoke freely, chatting about gossip, complaining about colleagues and bosses, and occasionally adding things about university.

The two girls who were just shouting that they were full proposed going to the night market to stroll around.

Thus, when they parted at 10:00 PM, Xu Qingzhou had milk tea in one hand and grilled skewers in the other.

February 12th, Tuesday. After staying at home for ten days, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao boarded a plane to the United States.

Both of them were very busy.

Xu Qingzhou spent two days in the laboratory going through the entire experimental process and parameters. Although he received Carson's experimental data every day, seeing it a thousand times isn't as good as doing it once.

Only by doing it personally could one better grasp the details of the experiment.

The results were quite good; Jc performance was stable, and all parameters were steadily improving.

He also spent time refining the data for each part and made slight adjustments to the experiment, such as changing the insertion of one YO doping cycle for every 10 NbSn cycles to five.

And he planned to raise all indicators to commercial-grade standards in February.

As for Song Yao...

She was coordinating work with Professor Morton and the others, while simultaneously starting to write the "Risk Management" section of the paper. High-frequency short-selling holding times might only be in the millisecond to second range, avoiding overnight risk, real-time risk control, and setting hard stop-loss thresholds, such as forcing a position close when the price fluctuates against the position by more than 0.05%.

Finally, it was to avoid legal risks, ensuring that all trading behaviors strictly complied with SEC and FINRA regulatory requirements, ensuring no violation of the "naked short selling" ban.

This was the key link for the content of the paper to be implemented in reality.

Besides this part, she also needed to go through all the content of each section. If nothing unexpected happened, she would finish this work within two months and couple the model with Xu Qingzhou.

Mid-February.

Carson came out of the laboratory and was immediately attracted by the extremely complex code running on Xu Qingzhou's computer.

【#MSSMRGE integral core code

import numpy as np

from grate import odeint

dm_tl = (16/3*g3**2*m3**2 + 3/2*g2**2*m2**2 + 1/30*g1**2*m1**2

】

Carson leaned in and asked curiously, "Professor, what is this?"

"Scanning the global supersymmetric parameter space."

"Ah?"

Carson was stunned, not reacting for a moment.

Xu Qingzhou stopped his calculations and explained, "Calculations for the Higgs boson partner particle."

"Oh, that partner particle you and the physicist Richard discovered together?"

Carson remembered.

Xu Qingzhou nodded slightly, rubbed his brow, and said, "Yes, the LHC has been experimenting for a year, but unfortunately, it hasn't been able to find this mysterious particle."

"Then you?"

"I'll try again; maybe I'll be lucky enough to find it," Xu Qingzhou said with a smile.

"Can this rely on luck?"

Ma Ersi came over to make his presence felt.

"Of course."

Xu Qingzhou thought for a moment and added a supplementary condition, "Or rather, besides luck, adding just a little bit of strength will lead to success."

"Ma Ersi, believe me, don't try to learn this way of thinking from the professor, because you'll definitely die without even a scrap left."

Carson said with a complex expression; you can't rely on luck for experiments.

He sometimes suspected that Xu Qingzhou's time was different from theirs—for example, they only had 24 hours, while Xu Qingzhou had 48 hours; otherwise, where would he get so much time to do other things?

Ma Ersi complained, "Professor, I was almost stupid enough to really believe your words."

"A little bit of strength?"

Sun Simin knew the Chinese slang and said in Chinese from the side.

"That's right."

Xu Qingzhou nodded. Seeing that Ma Ersi was a bit idle, he reminded him, "Alright, Ms. Sun, Mr. Ma Ersi, it's time to hand your topics over to me."

"Oh, please give me another half hour!"

Ma Ersi sat down with a bitter face.

Sun Simin also planned to check her topic again. "I'll send it over right away."

(End of chapter)