Sanjoan Smith

Who is the greatest scientist of the 21st century?

This question that was destined to be debated, with the advent of Joan Smith, like Einstein in the twentieth century, could not have been more controversial.

Her great breakthroughs in unified field theory and string theory, especially the success of her subsequent design experiments, earned her the Nobel Prize in Physics that year. Subsequently, in recognition of her efforts in the field of microscopic fields, chemical labeling, and isotope confirmation, the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences decided to award her another Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

Later, the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine was deservedly awarded to her for successfully isolating the effective cellular programmed apoptosis gene and transcribing RNA, which saved the lives of thousands of cancer patients.

As the first scientist to win the Nobel Prize three times in different fields in a decade since its inception, it is impossible to overstate the praise given to her.

But the amazing thing is that she turned out to be a Chinese.

Not to mention why she chose to use such an ordinary English name to publish various papers, this Chinese identity alone has attracted endless doubts and slander for her.

No scientist wants to believe that a fairly young junior like her can achieve such leapfrog results in three different fields from scratch in ten years, even if she is more of a leader in the latter two.

The more common suspicion is that she is nothing more than a vase made by the Chinese government, adding the work of one or several huge scientific research organizations to her in keeping with the tradition of Nobel Prizes not being awarded to groups, and to win international credit for large-scale research on government behavior.

Her response to it was, no.

After the scientist became famous, she did not live in seclusion, but frequently participated in various international conferences, and used her impeccable talent and literacy to silently refute all conspiracy theories.

Originally, she would have become the national idol of the new generation of all Chinese, because she never went abroad to study during her studies, in other words, she was a native domestic genius, which greatly boosted everyone's confidence at the juncture of China's development.

But history is always strikingly similar.

In his later years, Newton became obsessed with theology, looking for the sustenance of the initial impulse, and ultimately achieved nothing scientifically. Einstein tried his best to unify the field, but in the end he did not come up with a systematic theory.

This genius, who was supposed to be as great as them, turned to an ethereal theoretical study after winning the supreme honor.

It's called time travel.

Four teenagers with tail lines

"Teacher Beiluan, do you believe Joan Smith?" Jun Sheng asked Bei Luan.

He was in Mr. Beiluan's office at this time, holding a thick physics homework, and when he put the homework book on the table, he asked this question.

Teacher Beiluan is Teacher Beiluan, she is not very beautiful, but she is better in soft lines, gentle and intellectual, coupled with well-maintained skin and still slender and feminine figure, she looks like a girl in her twenties.

But in her first class, she disclosed her age, as if it didn't seem to her to be a woman's privacy.

At this time, Teacher Beiluan was drinking strong black coffee in a white mug, and she put down the cup and smiled in the aroma of coffee:

"I believe it!"

Her answer was light and sloppy.

"But there are so many unsolvable paradoxes in time travel, it's nonsense!" Junsheng was a little excited.

He had always admired the scientist who had made outstanding achievements in all three fields, but since she turned to the study of time travel, she had not achieved anything impressive, which made Junsheng very sad.

"Why does the teacher believe it?"

"Because women are always on the emotional side." Teacher Bei Luan picked up the mug again, fanned the small wings of his nose, took a deep breath of the fragrance of coffee, and then smiled: "Willing to believe in something better." ”

Beiluan is Junsheng's junior high school physics teacher, halfway home, teaching for three years, although the teaching performance is excellent, but because of the bad evaluation, the qualifications are too shallow, the evaluation of the title has been quickly brushed down a few times, but she is not frustrated, the next evaluation is still ready early for the introduction, the first few to hand in.

But other than that, it's business as usual.

The so-called bad reputation is actually synonymous with having an affair in your private life.

Bei Luan, female, 35 years old, unmarried.

Junsheng has heard many times from classmates about seeing different men and Bei Luan's teacher talking and laughing into her rental house, often staying for hours. Some people also vowed to point out that there was no clarity between Teacher Beiluan and several young teachers in the school.

There are even rumors that the reason why Teacher Beiluan's title cannot be evaluated is because she rejected a relevant leader.

These rumors are already close to open secrets in the school, and Bei Luan must have heard them, but they are still the same sentence - still go their own way, everything is business as usual.

Junsheng didn't believe this, even though he had seen a strange man enter her rental house with Bei Luan's teacher with a smile, only to see him the next morning. Originally, all this would have gone on so peacefully, Junsheng took his secret to school, gradually forgot the strange physics teacher he had been infatuated with when he was young, met the next Chen Wenwen, and then she fell in love and got married.

But because of Chen Wenwen, everything is different.

Chen Wenwen revealed his secret, but it was not the point.

The key is that Chen Wenwen is following him.

So, why can't Junsheng follow Teacher Bei Luan to see what all this is going on.

So that day, he finished his homework early, locked the door, and carefully watched Teacher Bei Luan come out of the school supermarket to buy a box of green tea and a can of coffee in the school supermarket, and went straight back to her rental house.

Naturally, Junsheng couldn't follow Mr. Bei Luan in, but he jumped over the fence and hid a window in the dense bushes in the small garden that could see the inside of the house.

However, there was a thick plush curtain behind the window, which covered everything in the room.

Originally, if things had gone this way, the tracking would have ended, but fate likes to play some nasty jokes.

The windows are unlocked!

Maybe it was just a small negligence after opening the window for ventilation, but it left a glimmer of life for Junsheng.

Jun Sheng tried the window, but it didn't feel jerky, and it didn't make much noise when pushed, so he carefully opened a gap and reached out to touch the plush curtain.

But halfway through his hand, Junsheng suddenly stopped, and he looked around, surrounded by dense bushes, and the evening light of the setting sun hit him through the gaps in the bushes, and the light was not good.

But looking at the colors in the curtain, it was clear that there were no lights on inside.

He carefully took off his coat and carefully covered himself tightly to make sure that there was no glimmer of light before tentatively pulling back a corner of the curtain.

He saw Teacher Bei Luan.

As he expected, the room was dark, and only a thick cushion was laid, and three cold-fire candles were lit at the corners of the cushion, and the light was faint.

This is a very strange religious atmosphere, and Teacher Bei Luan sits cross-legged in the center of the cushion, closes his eyes, meditates, and meditates.

Junsheng couldn't believe that a full-fledged teacher who taught physics and advocated science would perform such a strange religious ritual at home alone.

Even if it's alone.

At this moment, Bei Luan opened his eyes.

It was dark in the room, and she didn't notice a pair of prying eyes.

She just reached behind her head with her hands behind her head as usual, untied the lilac hairpin, and her long black hair poured down like a waterfall.

Then she put the hairpin aside and stood up, not knowing what she wanted to do, but not daring to move.

Bei Luan's ten fingers, as thin as the tips of bamboo shoots, stretched out to her chest, unbuttoned her sky-blue teacher's coat one by one, and the black lace bra jumped out, and a delicate and deep white could be seen.

Junsheng's breathing instantly became rapid, he knew that he probably shouldn't have come here, but at this time he obviously wanted to leave, but his body couldn't move.

Bei Luan took off his coat, then turned his back and twisted his hands in front of his chest, and heard a slight metal friction sound, and the black bra was placed on the blue coat.

But it wasn't over yet, she turned her back to Junsheng, opened the buckle of her skirt with both hands, and the dark blue cloth pleated skirt was slowly faded, like a swan stretching its feathers a little.

Bei Luan's movements are slow, and every move seems to emphasize a quiet beauty.

She didn't try to put on this kind of performance to anyone, she did it like a ritual, with a little bit of religion, serenity, but not erotic.

But in the eyes of onlookers, all this has an irresistible temptation.

Her figure is very good, and the back left to Junsheng is two soft curves, the butterfly bones are clear and thin, the slender spinal grooves are smooth and shiny, there is no trace of fat, only delicate white and tender skin like milk.

No one would believe that she was thirty-five years old.

She took off the last of her clothes before choosing to take off her sleek black stockings.

It's like peeling off the thin layer of green onion clothes like cicada wings for the best green onions, the black stockings fade little by little, and the white skin like jade spreads down little by little.

Jun Sheng was stunned for a moment, and the coat covering his head slipped off gently.

The pale red light of the setting sun passed through that small gap, and under the entanglement of countless dust, it quietly hit the back of Bei Luan's head.

Bei Luan turned his head slightly, trying to escape, but Jun Sheng, who was at a loss, froze there and couldn't take a step.

"Junsheng?"

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