The calm waters of Lake Michigan did not cure Compton's hysteria over the detention of papers.

After hearing the call of his middle school student Wu Youxun, Compton's mood became more and more irritable.

It's been more than a month since I came to Chicago, and through this month's time together, Compton thought that this Chinese graduate student was a calm and honest good seedling and a good helper, I don't know how he suddenly became so reckless, just a European physics journal, as for such a fuss? I'm sure I've never seen the market.

He turned his head with a slightly unhappy expression, and Wu Youxun had already run to his side with the "Physics Yearbook".

"Mistawu, what is it in this issue of the journal that makes you feel like a different person, so crazy?" Compton said dissatisfied.

"Professor, here's an article ......"

"Mistawu, can you read German? I can't read it anyway, so I'd better wait for the foreign language secretary in the department to translate the paper and then show it to me. ”

Wu Youxun, who graduated from the Beijing Higher Normal School, can certainly read and understand German.

In fact, the vast majority of universities in China do not choose English as the main subject of foreign language teaching, but teach both English and German.

Of course, there are two kinds of people who will choose French to study, one is the upper-class celebrities who admire the language of the European aristocracy, and the other is the low-level intellectual youth who want to go to France for work-study.

These two worlds of different classes agree on the choice of language.

"Professor, Professor Compton!" Wu Youxun was so anxious that he couldn't say anything, he turned the magazine in his hand to a certain number of pages, and stubbornly sent it to Compton, his outstretched finger was still pointing at it, "This article is recommended by Planck and Einstein, please look at the formula derivation here, as well as the schematic diagram here, this paper, it seems that we have done the same work!" ”

Compton had no choice but to raise his eyelids and glance perfunctorily in the direction of his finger.

Then, his eyes widened!

This, this, isn't this the theoretical basis in the paper I submitted to Physical Review?

Compton snatched the "Annals of Physics" from Wu Youxun's hand, sat on the bench and carefully "read" Chen Muwu's paper.

Although he said that he could not read German, as Wu Youxun said, he could understand the symbols and formulas of physics, and he could also understand the schematic diagrams.

Compton's first reaction was, could it be that someone had secretly translated his paper into German, converted X-rays into gamma rays, and submitted it to the Annals of Physics?

Immediately after, his gaze fell on the author column below the title, and although the name on it started with C, it was not Compton, but Chen Muwu.

Thanks to a Chinese graduate student, Compton recognized the man by a name that looked as if he was also a Chinese person.

So he took his eyes off the paper again and fell on Wu Youxun again: "Is this your compatriot, Misto Wu?" Do you recognize this person? ”

"Professor, looking at the name, he should also be a Chinese." Wu Youxun's tone was slightly tinged with a sense of national pride, and he thought in his mind for a long time who this Chen was, a professor at his alma mater, or a teacher at Shao University?

In the whole country, there should be only two schools whose physical level is reasonable.

But in the end, he could only shake his head: "But unfortunately, I don't know this person." ”

"Look, what university is he?"

Wu Youxun took the journal handed over by Compton and glanced at the author's mailing address: "Teach ...... Professor, this person does not write on the mailing address of the university, but ,......"

"And what?"

"It's a railway administration in our country!"

"Railroad Administration? An engineer? Oh my God! ”

How can a Chinese railway engineer coincide with his own ideas?

Could it be that he first publicly presented the findings in his paper at a lecture at Washington University in St. Louis before Christmas last year, and then was stolen and published by this Chinese man named Chen?

This jealous thought was too heavy, and it didn't take long for him to deny it.

If there were people who really attended the lecture and wrote down the content of the lecture in a letter and sent it to China as soon as they listened to the lecture, it would take at least a month on the road.

It will take more than a month for Chen to compile the content into a paper and then send it from China to the editorial office in Europe.

If these two are added together, it will take more than two months, so unless this Chinese man can go back to the past, his paper will never be published in the January 20th issue of the "Annals of Physics"!

Then there is only one possibility left, that is, he was given the first time by Chen, who coincided with him.

Compton felt a little ashamed in his heart, he thought that he must have been brainwashed by the "Chinese Exclusion Act" for too long since he was a child, so that as soon as he learned the news, he subconsciously thought that this Chinese named Chen was an academic thief who plagiarized his own ideas.

Compton's new graduate student, Wu Youxun, was the first Chinese he came into close contact with.

He was down-to-earth and hardworking, which changed Compton's perception of the Chinese, and I believe that his compatriots will not be as unbearable as the newspaper public opinion portrayed.

Compton was also a little depressed, this depression was like inviting the most beautiful lady in town to go out on a date, and he dressed up carefully before setting off again, but when he arrived outside the young lady's house, he found that the other party had already got into a poor boy's broken carriage!

Wu Youxun, who was holding the paper and reading it word for word, seemed to have discovered some new information from it.

He said again to the dejected Compton, "Professor, Professor! This paper only puts forward a theoretical explanation, and it says that because of the lack of experimental conditions, he cannot carry out experimental verification of this new theory, so he asks the experimentalists who are interested in it to design experiments to verify it. It seems like we still have a chance! ”

Unlike Chen Muwu, who was far away in China, could not even find a gamma-ray source, the wealthy American nouveau riche invested incomparably large sums of money in experimental research, and the paper submitted by Compton to the "Physical Review" was the specific conclusion that he came to after returning from Cambridge after several years of experiments and summarizing a large amount of data, and the experimental data were not only reliable, but also extremely detailed.

Compton certainly understood the meaning of Wu Youxun's words, and he understood that his graduate student was to let himself take the lead in publishing experimental data to make up for the loss and recover some of the losses of the paper that were preempted.

After all, in this day and age, experiments are still the mainstream of physics, and theories are just an explanation of experimental phenomena!

Compton greeted Duane's ancestors in Boston in his heart, and said that the old European physics journals have recognized Chen's theory, which coincides with me, but you have been stuck in my paper and will not let go.

Spirited, he stood up from the bench and said to Wu Youxun beside him, "Let's go, Misto Wu, let's go back to school." ”

"Yes, Professor!"