311. A Classic Opening of a Romance Novel
Emma Planck, the youngest physics professor in the history of Princeton University.
However, her research direction subtly leans towards overturning classical physics.
For example, the concept of energy discontinuity directly impacts the foundations of classical physics.
However, the reason Emma was able to become a professor at this age was not only because of her outstanding academic achievements, but also because she had definitively proven the theory of the discontinuous existence of energy.
She just hasn't found or calculated that crucial physical quantity yet.
Although she had some doubts at first, as the ultraviolet disaster was revealed, Emma increasingly felt that the classical physics she had previously adhered to was no longer a myth.
"By the way, Emma, you need to be careful. Those old fogies from the physics department might try to trip you up," Carl warned.
Emma chose the quantum mechanics school of thought, which is the opposite of classical mechanics, and it was the first time someone had created such a department.
If the quantum department flourishes, then those who came before will be utterly defeated.
People may see them in future history textbooks, but they will definitely not appear in today's newspapers.
Therefore, they might resort to some despicable means to stop Emma.
Not everyone has ideas as bold and selfless as Carl's.
Carl always believed that science serves humanity, and therefore, truth should be constantly improved until it becomes a true, unquestionable truth that conforms to the laws of the universe.
But some people are only after fame; they don't care about the so-called truth, and they don't look forward to the upcoming changes.
They will stop at nothing to keep the times standing still in their current position in order to protect their own little corner of the world.
You can't say they are wrong, but it's hard to use positive words to describe them.
"Okay, I understand." Emma nodded.
She also understands the pressure she will face next, which is not only the need to produce "results" as soon as possible, but also the need to find ways to resist external interference.
But she had no choice. Now that she was at Princeton University, she must have already made her plans.
Soon, an attack came from the classical physics department.
Emma repeatedly encountered obstacles when applying for a laboratory, either because the equipment was under repair or because someone else was using it.
If she has to wait in line, she will have to wait at least two months.
But once you pass by those labs, you'll find that only a few students are sitting inside, occasionally chatting about campus gossip, and they don't look like they're doing experiments at all.
With Emma's current capabilities, applying for an independent laboratory wouldn't be a problem at all, but she's facing obstacles at every turn.
Seeing Emma's distressed state, Carl decisively stepped in to help.
"This is where you apply for the physics lab, right?" Carl asked.
"Yes, but…" The manager seemed prepared to use the same excuse as before.
After all, Carl was a professor in the mathematics department, so applying for a physics lab was something those who knew the situation would understand.
The higher-ups specifically instructed that neither Carl nor Elias should apply.
"I've seen a lot of students occupying the lab but not conducting experiments. Can you explain that to me?" Carl interrupted her directly.
"Perhaps they're just a little tired from doing experiments for so long," the manager waved her hand, as if she had expected it.
"I have about three hours of video footage here, from labs 7, 11, and 32. All the students in there are chatting and playing games. If you want to rest, please go back to your dorm. Labs are not places to rest."
"If you don't want this videotape to end up on the whistleblower's desk and those students to get demerits, stop this childish behavior," Carl said calmly.
"Professor Carl, I advise you to mind your own business." The manager's face was grim, her words full of threat.
"If the physics department wants to have a showdown with the mathematics department, that's fine too. Let's see who gets punished when the higher-ups step in. We might even find some interesting people by tracing those students back up. Don't you think so?" Carl was not afraid at all.
He was generally well-liked in the mathematics department. Although he didn't have an overwhelming following, he had a few close friends, and together with Carl, they carried considerable weight.
"Also, I'm only giving you two hours. Please give me a reply within two hours, otherwise this videotape will appear on the prosecutor's desk without fail on time."
After saying that, Carl turned and left, not giving her another chance to speak.
As soon as Carl stepped outside, he was startled because someone was standing at the corner of the doorway.
"Are you trying to help me?" Emma looked at him with a half-smile.
"...Isn't this obvious? I just can't stand them using such underhanded tactics. Truth should never be buried, and neither should you."
Carl answered seriously.
"You trust me that much? Maybe I'm wrong." Emma bent down slightly, looking at him from below.
"If you're wrong, then keep going in the direction you've chosen. Even if you're wrong, at least you've eliminated one option, right? You're still so young, you have plenty of opportunities to try and fail. Of course, this time I believe you're right," Carl replied.
"You really are... kind of likable." Emma smiled.
"?" Carl was startled and took a step back. Was she confessing her feelings?
No, rationally speaking, a man who is somewhat slovenly like him shouldn't be very likable. Love at first sight is all just lust.
"I accept your challenge! I will prove that I am right!" Emma stood up straight and said confidently.
As expected, he guessed right!
But why is there a faint sadness?
"Remember to treat me to a meal if you succeed." Carl waved and walked towards his office.
"I will never forget your contribution." Emma immediately followed behind Carl.
At this moment, around another corner, Elias was carefully observing the movements of the two of them.
Hmm, there's definitely a sign!
This initial encounter involved a mix-up of identities, followed by a strange coincidence that led them to end up working in the same place. The female lead faced setbacks, and Carl proactively helped Emma solve her problems...
This is practically a classic opening for a romance novel!
No, Carl definitely doesn't know how to fall in love. We'll have to get Master Elias to help him out.
Hmm... let's help him tidy up his appearance first!
Carl actually had a decent foundation; he just looked rather sloppy due to his unkempt appearance.
If he changes his clothes again, his looks will definitely be comparable to Elias!
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