Imperial Central University, in a building not far from the Magical Society.

A middle-aged man with a bald head was writing various electromagnetic equations, admiring their beauty.

"This is already the pinnacle of physics, and as long as those two dark clouds are resolved, our great physics edifice can be completely built. ”

As he spoke, he smiled and sighed.

I, who are fifty or sixty years old, have already done all the work for the young people of later generations, and I wonder if they will scold them or admire them when they know all this.

It's an interesting question, but at the very least, it would be an honor for him to see this brilliant physical edifice built over so many years of imperial history to be built in his lifetime.

His traces will surely be left in the history books, becoming an embellishment under the light of those great men.

At this moment, James Mus, who was indulging in this atmosphere, heard several knocks at his door.

"Teacher, it's today's paper. ”

"Let me see. James picked up the glasses on the table and looked at them one by one.

In his eyes, none of these papers have much value, after all, the current physics edifice only needs to fill in the loopholes, and there is no need for any amazing genius.

All he had to do was find papers that looked good and strengthened the existing foundation, and published them in scientific journals, and as for the nonsense, which he tried to prove casually, he would throw them away after a few glances.

That's when he saw a paper with a strange rating.

Before James reads a paper, he often has his students review it for him, and then fill in their grades on top of each paper.

For example, "excellent" means that James can send it directly to the magazine without having to look at it a few times.

And 'good' means that there may be a small flaw, but it is not a big problem.

As for 'extremely poor', it means that this paper is all nonsense, and like a very good paper, James will probably not look at it a few times, but then instead of publishing it, he will just throw it away.

Of course, there are a few ratings in the middle, but this is not the point, the point is that the paper in the hands of James is now written [unconfirmed].

This means that the students who are in charge of the review can't understand what the author is writing at all, but they don't dare to label it as 'extremely poor', which leads to the current situation.

Thinking of this, James frowned slightly, several of his students should be very smart, it is unlikely that there will be any difficulty in getting them, unless-

What is an innovative thesis.

It was so curious that he opened the paper.

【Proof of the photoelectric effect】

[Author: Albert]

Albert, who is this? There were a lot of brilliant scientists in the capital, but he had never heard of the name

Even, he plans to solve this problem that has plagued them for years, heh, it's ridiculous!

Suddenly, James couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous in his heart, but in the spirit of a paper reviewer, he still read it patiently.

Time passes.

It was the sound of turning pages.

[The essence of the beam is a group of discrete quanta, which I call light quanta]

[The higher the frequency of light, the greater the energy of light quanta]

[I already have a bunch of wonderful proofs for this, but unfortunately there are too few blank spaces here to write in detail.] 】

[Here are my calculation steps]

[The final conclusion is that the energy of the light quantum is equal to the frequency of the light, multiplied by a constant.] 】

[I'll name it, Planck's constant, and its value is about 6626]

As time passed, the paper in the hand of James also turned to the last page.

Immediately afterwards, there was a long period of silence, and even, a few drops of cold sweat on top of the paper.

Then James flipped to the first page of the paper and re-read it.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

After waiting for a long time, a student outside suddenly heard a shout from the teacher's room.

"Shit!"

"How can energy be shattered, impossible!"

"It's the exact opposite of the nature of waves!"

Along with his words, there was a loud sound of hitting the ground, as if there was a document or something, and it was thrown to the ground by the teacher.

This made the students outside panic for a moment, and hurriedly knocked on the door and asked, "Teacher, is there anything wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay. James quickly responded, and then looked at the paper on the ground, showing a sad expression.

He always felt that this was the origin of the demon, and if what was written in it was true, it seemed that the entire edifice of physics would be turned upside down!

This gave him the urge to burn the paper, and he really couldn't accept the ideas inside.

But he also had to admit that this Albert used a very novel method and a coincidental way of thinking, that is, the logic was a little imprecise, and the mathematical symbols used were also a bit strange, which belonged to the range that could only be roughly understood.

But if you use the theory he said, it seems that the whole photoelectric effect can be completely proved!

As the saying goes, practice is the foundation of all science, and a thought suddenly appeared in James Som's heart, asking him to do an experiment to see if the match matched the data in it.

When the time comes, if it doesn't match, then don't blame him, it's the paper itself that is wrong!

Thinking about this, he hurriedly picked up the paper from the ground and instructed the students outside

"Come with me to do an experiment. ”

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Swordsman Guild, training room.

As mentioned earlier, all the association's facilities are free to use as long as you have a membership card, so Xavier can now occupy the large training room with an area of fifty square meters without spending a penny.

And across from him was his cheap apprentice, Nord Bennet.

Just now, he simply used up his whole life of intelligence to barely write a paper that should have no logical problems, and now his brain is almost like it has exploded, so he hurriedly found this cheap apprentice who finished the exam, accompanied him to practice, and did some actions that did not require the use of his brain.

Or rather, hanging.

Of course, a one-sided hanging fight was not interesting, so Xavier did not use any skills other than 'Sword Dance' at all, and even controlled the speed of the Sword Dance, allowing Nord to barely resist.

But it's just, barely.

As the sound of the blade slashing through the air grew louder, Nord fell to the ground once more, smirking bitterly

"I've lost again, master. ”

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