Stepping through the gates, the horse whistle entered the University of Glasgow.

Seeing this scene, the Scottish teacher, who was almost stunned by his words, the anger in his heart surged up again.

His face flushed, and he clenched his fists, looking furious. It was as if it was not the University of Glasgow that the horse whistle entered, but his wife.

Of course, the huge difference in size allowed him to retain a shred of sanity.

So his first choice was to find a stick first, and then walk to the horse sentry from behind, preparing to sneak attack this Indian Hercules of more than 200 pounds.

His sneak attack was doomed to failure.

If he had carefully touched the back of the horse, he might have struck a stick.

However, he did not control his emotions well, and the sound of heavy breathing and footsteps betrayed him.

The horse's senses and reflexes are much sharper than most people's, and such movements are no different from directly shouting "Stand for me" for him.

Listening to the movement behind him, he couldn't help but regret it a little in his heart, and secretly said that he shouldn't have choked that sentence just now, and now it seems that he has to solve the problem by hand.

Fortunately, the worst did not happen.

When the Stay-Scotland teacher was about to approach, a student ran up to him and stopped him in time: "Teacher Mackintosh, don't do this...... Don't do that, Mr. Mackintosh! ”

"Let go of me!" Mackintosh said angrily, "I'm going to kick this wild man out of the University of Glasgow!" ”

The horse whistle turned around, walked up to him, and said slowly: "Mr. Mackintosh, in fact, before that, I had always considered myself a barbarian. I originally thought that when I came to the UK, to the University of Glasgow, I would see the civilization and etiquette in my mind. However, I didn't expect to meet real barbarians here. ”

"Thank you for correcting my point, Mr. Mackintosh."

He said no more and turned away.

Mackintosh stared at the horse whistle in a daze, the expression on his face seemed to freeze, but the emotions in his heart were churning.

He had never felt this way - anger, shame, confusion, powerlessness, grievances were intertwined.

This American savage who popped up out of nowhere actually ravaged him with just words.

When the Indian, who was as strong as a bull's head, said in a gentlemanly tone that he was a real barbarian, he could not think of anything to refute him except with a sense of utter powerlessness.

Ma Whistle quickly put the episode behind him and followed the teacher into an office.

"Thomson, someone has come to bring you a letter - Joule's."

"Okay." A young Sven who was writing something looked up and pointed to his desk, "Put it on my desk." ”

Sentry walked over and said, "Professor Thomson, Mr. Joule would like you to read this letter as soon as possible. ”

"Hmm...... All right. Thomson was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything, and opened the envelope on the spot to read.

During this time, the horse whistle looked at the future Baron Kelvin.

The pictures of Kelvin in various textbooks in later generations are basically Engels's style of painting - a wise elder with a snow-white beard.

At this time, Kelvin was just twenty-four years old, tall and thin, with a slightly prominent cheekbones, and a gentle temperament, even giving people the feeling of a good student.

It's not surprising that twenty-four students are not normal.

However, Kelvin was not a student, but a professor, and in fact at the age of eighteen, he was already a serious scientist, chatting and laughing with all kinds of bigwigs, and was a young genius.

After reading Joule's letter, Thomson looked at the horse whistle and exclaimed, "You are the other author of the paper on the first law of thermodynamics?" An Apache? ”

"Yes." Ma Whistle smiled, "As an Apache person, it's not easy to visit a professor at the University of Glasgow. ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Whistle." Thomson stood up and shook hands.

"Please be seated." He sat him down, and said, "Now that I've seen the paper, I'm thinking of going to Manchester to talk to Joule in person." But since another author came over in person, I didn't have to make another trip...... While trains are more comfortable than horse-drawn carriages, the hundreds of miles are also a discouraged ride. ”

"It's true that there are sections that even make me wonder if the train will roll over on its side." Ma Whistle thinks that there are indeed many problems with the train in this year, and when passing through some steep areas, the experience is somewhat similar to a roller coaster, and there is indeed a possibility of overturning.

However, the possibility of falling to death is not high, after all, the speed is limited, and the speed of a person is about the same.

Because of this beginning, the two chatted about the train for a while before cutting to the chase.

“…… Joule wrote to me in detail about you, and as surprising as it sounds, I believe Joule. Thomson said, "Have you read all of my papers?" ”

"Yes, almost all." Ma Whistle nodded, "I have read a lot of papers by outstanding scientists, and you are one of the authors who inspired me the most. ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Thomson smiled.

Although Thomson's image is a gentleman, his personality is quite confident, and he does not show an embarrassed expression like Joule when he is praised like this.

It may be precisely because of such a character that he will announce the completion of the physics edifice with great fanfare in the future.

The two talked about nascent thermodynamics.

Thomson apparently did not believe Joule as he said, and was somewhat skeptical of the horse's erudition.

After all, the fact that a Native American was directly involved in the creation of thermodynamics sounds outrageous. He even thought about the possibility that Joule had been kidnapped.

Therefore, in the beginning of the conversation, Thomson often throws questions out of the question, consciously or unconsciously, in an attempt to test the whistle.

But in the face of a futuristic person standing on his own shoulders, this approach is obviously meaningless.

None of Thomson's questions could stump the horse, but as the conversation progressed, his train of thought was completely guided by the horsehorse's predetermined topic.

Thomson said: "...... It would be nice to have an absolute temperature scale that is detached from the properties of matter, only a thermometer is too coarse. ”

Absolute temperature scale, that's exactly what the Whistle is all about.

Judging from this sentence, Kelvin should not have made an absolute temperature scale, at least not yet written and published.

"That's right, if thermodynamics wants to be perfected, we first need a more reasonable absolute temperature scale." The horse whistle nodded.

Thomson: "You've thought about that too? ”

Ma Whistle nodded: "In fact, I already have an idea that may not be very mature. ”

Thomson blinked, hesitated for a moment and said, "I have an idea too...... I don't know if we think the same thing. ”

Ma Whistle smiled: "Why don't we write down our thoughts on paper, and then compare them together to see if they are the same." ”

"Interesting." Thomson smiled and agreed.

Immediately, the two of them each brought a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it.