Chapter 80: Forget It, I

On Saturday, Xu Qingzhou carried his computer to an empty classroom and began constructing a heat conduction model based on Fourier’s law of heat conduction.

The computational load was massive; the computer hummed loudly and needed to be plugged in.

Xu Qingzhou turned on his computer and noticed two new emails in his inbox.

The first was from *Mathematical Innovations*, indicating the paper had entered the “under review” stage—meaning it had been sent to external reviewers, and now came the long wait.

The second email had been sent ten minutes ago.

To his surprise, his second paper had also been accepted by *Physics Reports*’ editorial office, with no revision requests, and was now being assigned external reviewers.

If it had been his former self, this would have been normal—even if the editorial office hadn’t immediately clicked “accept,” it would have been brain-dead.

Xu Qingzhou had secretly picked up a few tricks to assist with modeling, and that was still no problem.

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Of course, this was also the confidence behind Xu Qingzhou’s submissions to top journals.

“Jungler, you just sit in the bushes—do you want me to send you some paper?”

But as the saying goes, different fields are like mountains apart; Xu Qingzhou wasn’t a physicist.

On Sunday, Xu Qingzhou continued working on the model, planning to finalize it within these two days.

“I need to ask Professor Steven’s opinion first.”

Xu Qingzhou grinned and said, “Thanks, senior brother, but I understand a bit of physics—I can handle it myself.”

Hearing Kai’s confident tone, the woman on the other end hesitated and asked, “What paper?”

But this guy had already struck first.

“Since they’ve already finished the model, they might realize soon.”

Moreover, Xu Qingzhou was virtually certain that even if Professor Gu Zhi Zhong himself built it, the completeness of his model would be no better than his own.

“Of course, we shouldn’t be too optimistic. I called to ask if I can help—your model involves a lot of physics; with my assistance, you’ll find it much easier.”

“Alright, I’ll wait for your update. I need to go have afternoon tea first.”

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When he reached Fourier’s heat conduction equation and Maxwell’s equations, his speed surged—Maxwell’s equations were within Xu Qingzhou’s domain, and he handled them with ease.

“Hmm.”

10 p.m.

Still, he planned to wait until tomorrow to review the model; now he had some breathing room, room for trial and error.

Editor Freya Kai was on the phone: “Dear Ms. Sidibe, I have an excellent paper here—Professor Steven might be interested.”

Xu Qingzhou returned to his dorm and saw Xu Zhengyang, who had sworn to study hard, currently getting slaughtered in League of Legends.

After all, this paper didn’t just involve mathematics—it also incorporated Xu Qingzhou’s past research and understanding in quantum physics, content that, at this point in time, was absolutely black tech.

Xu Qingzhou rubbed his temples and said, “If everything goes smoothly, I should have a complete model by tonight.” Wang Wei blinked in surprise: “That fast?”

On his way past the convenience store, he bought a loaf of bread, wolfed it down to fill his stomach, then strolled slowly to the cafeteria. Freya Kai was confident—this paper would definitely catch Professor Steven’s eye.

*Physics Reports* editorial office.

“Ms. Sidibe, forgive me for saying so, but if Professor Steven misses this paper, it would be more regrettable than going without coffee.”

After hanging up, Xu Qingzhou plunged back into complex calculations, skipping dinner entirely and working straight through to nightfall.

“Support, are you trying to buy a coffin with that cannon?!”

Wang Wei: “Junior brother, any progress on the model?”

“Related to Professor Steven’s experiment—the author starts from Einstein coefficients and offers new insights into coherent states and squeezed states. Brilliant.”

In the lab, Wang Wei paused, thinking Xu Qingzhou was overreaching—but he didn’t doubt Xu’s mathematical prowess; producing such a model in a short time and identifying flaws in their experiment proved the junior brother’s talent.

After hanging up, he looked again at the manuscript—the author was a Chinese national named Xu Qingzhou, from Beijing University.

He exhaled again, stood up, gathered his things, and prepared to leave; a wave of weakness surged through his body—starvation.

He couldn’t help sighing: the junior brother was still too young—he’d learned a bit of high school physics and thought he understood everything, unaware that high school knowledge was nothing but skin-deep.

Wang Wei, no longer as anxious as before, updated Xu Qingzhou on the current situation.

With me, a physics expert, assisting, wouldn’t it be easier?

The computation became much simpler.

Xu Qingzhou let out a long breath, a faint smile appearing on his face—a complete model had emerged.

The entire model involved substantial knowledge from functional analysis—a field Xu Qingzhou was reasonably skilled in; his past experimental data had contained vast amounts of functional analysis, and he’d once invited numerous top mathematicians.

“Freya, I already told you—Professor Steven is swamped, doesn’t even have time for coffee—he won’t be reviewing for you anymore.”

“Jinling University is using the same method, so they’ve likely fallen into the same error.”

But now, walking the invincible path again, he was just a lowly nobody—and yet he’d moved this fast? It truly surprised him—could it really be that brilliance breaks through barriers?

Across the ocean.

Simultaneously, he introduced a Fourier transform method he’d casually devised in his past life for easier computation, and unexpectedly found that the complex functional relationships became simple linear combinations of integrals.

After all, Professor Gu Zhi Zhong was a mathematics expert, not a physicist—he couldn’t, like Xu Qingzhou, integrate electromagnetic concepts while building the model.

Input data: bc = b0 * (1 - (t / tc)**2) # calculate critical magnetic field strength if bc > threshold: raise ValueError("temperature is too high for superconductivity.") jc = j0 * (1 - b / bc)**n return jc. Done.

At 2 p.m., he received a call from Wang Wei.

“Midlaner, I beg you—use your hands, not your feet!”

“Damn, a bunch of noobs!” Watching his nexus explode, Xu Zhengyang ripped off his headset and finally noticed Xu Qingzhou standing behind him: “Lao Xu, want to play?”

“Is this your vow to work hard?”

Xu Zhengyang sighed, sounding almost philosophical: “After a day of struggle, I realized—studying drains too many brain cells. I’ll just wait to inherit my family fortune later.”

(End of chapter)