Li Kangping arrived at the Ritz-Carlton ten minutes early.

He saw cloaks cut from silk and fur of various colors, jewels hanging from white and rose arms, necks, and ears, and shoes of gold, red, and black. Most of them have high, thick hairstyles, and they are dignified and beautiful.

Li Kangping has always felt that women are beautiful, he doesn't know their names, but he thinks they are beautiful.

For the sake of beauty that never fades, perhaps we should always keep a distance.

The lady fifteen yards away had a look and a graceful demeanor, she could be Barbara or Angela, and whoever she was, distance always made up for what we thought we were good.

Beautiful Jennifer arrived, she took off her old-fashioned office attire and replaced it with a playful Alice blue dress, white lace intertwined into ruffles between her throat, white gloves wrapped around her slender little hands.

"Jennifer, you look good, I like your outfit, is this dress new to you?"

Li Kangping paid Jennifer a salary that was not low, which allowed Jennifer to buy at least two sets of fashionable and beautiful new clothes every month, as well as shoes and accessories to match the clothes.

"Decent, handsome, no less than six feet tall, Mr. President, is the sales manager you want to recruit a character designed from your own template?"

Jennifer's eyes lit up, she liked Li Kangping's pure white so much.

There aren't many men who can handle white from head to toe.

It's a male god. I didn't control it, it's a male ghost.

Fortunately, Li Kangping mastered this pure white, and he created a sense of surprise and put an end to the sense of fright.

"Jennifer, I should say I'm sorry, but the job I arranged for you doesn't match your major well."

"It's fine, you don't have to apologize. What can a girl who studies literature do? Writer? Editors of publishing houses? In fact, many of us girls are engaged in secretarial work, typists, and stenographers. ”

"Jennifer, have you ever thought about returning to your profession?"

"Writers? Edit? ”

"Uh-huh."

"You know, in my first year at Barnard College, I started writing."

"Oh? Tell us about your work. ”

"Mary, she's my heroine, and Mary's story begins with the kiss of her first true love and ends with her giving birth to her last child."

"Is Mary's story finished? Has it been published? I'd love to read this book. ”

"Actually, I've only written two chapters. The whole story should be made up of twenty chapters, so this novel is still a half-finished product. ”

"Wrote two chapters in four years? Jennifer, are you too elaborate? ”

The two had a lively discussion on the topic of literature.

Li Kangping said that Mary should be a perfect heroine, Mary is the most beautiful, Mary is the sexiest, and Mary's luck is the best, Mary can always turn evil into good fortune, and Mary finally achieved a great cause.

"Hey, Jennifer, hurry up and finish this novel, I'll be your first loyal reader!"

The soup was served, and Li Kangping told the most perfect and invincible Mary character in his heart.

Jennifer blinked her pretty blue eyes and said, "Do you really think writing a novel like this will have a chance to be published?" There is no such thing as the Mary you fantasize about! Sorry, my president and physicist, I won't take your advice, my Mary will write my way. My writing style is undoubtedly realistic. ”

"Well, then you can write it, my authoress. Anyway, Jennifer, I'm interested in your work. ”

The dinner begins with a dress review and ends with the overthrow of Mary's character.

Li Kangping drove Jennifer out of Manhattan's business district, Santa Ana Church rang its bells, and the car drove down to Morning Street, where the dark clouds that had been suppressed all day angrily squeezed out the scattered drizzle.

"Oh, it's finally raining."

Li Kangping stopped the car.

"So we're here waiting for the rain to stop?"

Jennifer doesn't live on Morning Street, where she shares an apartment with a girlfriend in East Harlem.

In an instant, Li Kangping kissed Jennifer, just because all this happened naturally.

Sweetness condensed on Jennifer's red lips, and the sighing night breeze passed through the car window, bringing a lingering damp scent.

The sweetness grew thicker and flowed quickly between their lips.

Jennifer didn't refuse this natural sweetness, and she reciprocated with more sweetness.

Worst.

The feeling of being in love.

Then keep it bad.

"Oh my God, oh ......"

Jennifer's face flushed with the damp breath, and she seemed happy and apprehensive after the minute-long kiss.

This was followed by a new round of one-minute kisses.

The bad continues.

And it's getting worse and worse.

"Did I tell you that I live here, my apartment is good, cosy and comfortable." Li Kangping pointed to the apartment building on the side of the street, and he said, "Jennifer, I want to hear you tell Mary's story in the way you like." Yes, I want to hear your story, and now, let's go upstairs. ”

Jennifer looked hesitant and said, "Sorry, it's too late, I think I should go back." ”

She was reluctant to go upstairs.

The situation doesn't seem so bad anymore.

"Honey, you've graduated from Barnard College, and you're no longer bound by that old lady in charge of the dormitory, aren't you?"

"Honey, I'm willing to tell you a story, but not today, okay?"

"Okay, another day."

Li Kangping shrugged, then started the car and drove towards East Harlem.

"Lee is your last name, so do you have a nickname?"

"The Chinese call me Kangping, Jennifer, you can call me Kangping."

"Resist hiring."

"Ke Zhenkang, Splash Yiyingping, Kangping."

"Kangping."

"That's right, Kangping, remember the pronunciation."

"Kangping, Kangping, Kangping......"

The car arrived in front of an apartment building in East Harlem, where Jennifer lived.

"Kangping, I'm really happy today."

Jennifer gave Camping a gentle kiss on the cheek, and Camping watched Jennifer enter the apartment building.

The next day, the tenth set of data from the Woodgate team's electron diffraction experiment was released.

With ten sets of data samples, a preliminary quantitative analysis can be done.

The four-person team did a preliminary quantitative analysis, and they found that the scattering angle where the maximum value of the electron beam was located was different from the value predicted by "Matter Wave".

"The measured value is a little bit higher, to be exact, the measured value divided by 1.2 is the expected value." Li Kangping was lost in thought, and the problem he faced was that the initial results of the experiments he designed in this era were always different from the information in his memory, either high or low.

"Don't be too frustrated, we've done a good job. Think about the space quantization experiment, in the beginning, we didn't even get a silver layer pattern. Now, we have ten sets of electron beam diffraction patterns, and yes, we're not doing it perfectly, but we're not bad at it. Professor Woodgate reassured.

Li Kangping was not discouraged, he said: "Yes, we should remain optimistic, maybe the voltage is raised above 50 volts, and we will get perfect data." ”