Chapter 3

"Write an article if you have the ability!" Tang Yun retorted to Li Yi without any courtesy, then put on a show for her daughter, saying, "Shan Shan, Ling Ling, if your brother Xiao Yi can write a masterpiece and publish it in a newspaper, I will arrange your marriage for you. But before that, never talk to this bastard!"

Seeing Tang Yun's expression, Li Yi felt a bit awkward and wanted to ease the tension. He reached out to Shen Ling Ling and said, "Ling Ling, give me the computer. I'll write an article. For the submission, I'll send it to the journal *Nature*. Aunt Tang, is *Nature* okay?"

*Nature* is one of the oldest and most prestigious scientific journals in the world. Unlike most scientific journals today, which focus on a specific field, *Nature* is one of the few that still publishes primary research papers from many scientific fields. Many of the most important and cutting-edge research results are published in *Nature* in the form of brief communications.

In the entire scientific community, the only journal that can be mentioned in the same breath as *Nature* is *Science*, published by the American Association for the Advancement of Science, the largest scientific organization in the United States. However, *Science* still has less influence than *Nature*. Publishing an article in *Nature* is the dream of every scientist!

"You're getting more and more out of hand, talking about *Nature*! *Nature* is in pure English, can you even understand it? Do you know how many Chinese Academy of Sciences members have the greatest wish in their lives to publish just one sentence, or even one word, in it?" Tang Yun glared fiercely at this presumptuous guy.

Shen Ling Ling, however, handed over the computer and said with a light laugh, "Brother Yi, if you write an article, can you include my name and my sister's? If you can publish it in a newspaper outside the school newspaper, you'll get ten little red flowers!"

"Then I'll use your and Shan Shan's names directly. I won't sign it," Li Yi smiled. "After this article is published, this year's Nobel Prize in Physics will basically be yours. Ten little red flowers are nothing."

Tang Yun was almost driven mad by such arrogance and sarcastically said, "Oh, you're willing to give up the Nobel Prize, how generous of you!"

Li Yi smiled, "Since Aunt Tang is going to marry both of your daughters to me, I have to make some sacrifices. The Nobel Prize is my dowry for Shan Shan and Ling Ling!"

"Did you hear that? He's giving you the Nobel Prize as a dowry! Before you get the prize money, neither of you should talk to him, or I won't give you any pocket money!" Tang Yun turned to warn her daughters.

"It's fine, Mom, there are many Nobel Prizes."

Shen Ling Ling's clear voice made Tang Yun and Shen Shan Shan laugh. Shen Shan Shan even shouted, "Ling Ling, I told you long ago that you like this guy, but you wouldn't admit it!"

Shen Ling Ling's face turned bright red, "I'm talking about after winning the prize. Even if you win, you still have to marry!"

"Shameless!" Tang Yun glared at her two daughters.

Li Yi didn't join their conversation but placed his hand on the computer's data port. The computer had wireless internet, and in a moment, countless pieces of information flooded into his mind.

Before his穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which can be translated as "穿越" in English, but in this context, it means "before he traveled through time"), Li Yi's English was terrible, but in just thirty seconds, he learned all the English grammar and vocabulary. In the thirty-first second, a research paper of tens of thousands of words, signed by Shen Shan Shan and Shen Ling Ling, was sent to the *Nature* journal in the form of an email.

At this moment, Tang Yun switched to her educational mode, "Xiao Yi, I've watched you grow up. When you were a child, you were so adorable, and I thought if I had a daughter, I would definitely marry her to you. But I never expected you to grow up so irresponsibly. Tell me, what have you been doing? Your mother cried at my place yesterday. Do you know how much she cares about you? You need to be ambitious!..."

Li Yi gently closed the computer and listened to the scolding in silence, without a word.

At the same time, *Nature* journal's editor-in-chief Charles rubbed his sore eyes and refreshed his email.

"‘The Realization Method of Controlled Nuclear Fusion and the Construction Outline of Fusion Power Plants,’ what a grand title!"

Charles opened the text with some disdain and skimmed through it. Controlled nuclear fusion was such a challenging project that he believed anyone who dared to use such a grand title must be the work of amateur scientists, and he could find flaws in just a few lines.

However, after three minutes, Charles's eyes widened like saucers, and he stared at the screen, motionless!

After five minutes, Charles anxiously clicked to the next page!

An hour later, Charles's long-standing cervical spondylosis flared up again, and he felt his neck was about to break, but he continued to stare at the screen, repeatedly calculating the formulas in the article!

Lunchtime arrived, but Charles was completely unaware until another editor came to call him!

"Quick, forward this article to Sir Williams of the Royal Society and Academician Wilson of the National Academy of Sciences in the United States. I want them to review it together!" Charles shouted as if waking from a dream.

In Berkeley, East Bay, California, Academician Wilson was about to have lunch when the phone rang.

The Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory at the University of California, Berkeley, is a holy place for nuclear physics in the United States and the world. It is the pioneer of a series of famous American laboratories, including Livermore, Los Alamos, and Brookhaven, and a model for hundreds of accelerator laboratories worldwide.

Academician Wilson, who oversees the laboratory's daily operations, is also an authority in the field of nuclear energy in the entire physics community and won the Nobel Prize in Physics three years ago for his outstanding research in nuclear energy.

"What, an article about controlled nuclear fusion? Charles, are you senile or what? The problem of controlled nuclear fusion has been studied by the National Academy of Sciences for nearly a century, costing billions, and still has no decisive results. You want me to read an article from some corner? Fine, I'll take a look when I have time... What, now? Fine, you old fool, I'll call you back in three minutes!"

"‘The Realization Method of Controlled Nuclear Fusion and the Construction Outline of Fusion Power Plants’... Humph, what a grand title, making it seem like controlled fusion has already been achieved. Who does he think he is? That's something even the National Academy of Sciences can't figure out..."

Wilson also believed that this was definitely an article full of flaws, and he could find them in just three minutes.

However, after half an hour, Wilson came back to his senses from the shock and shouted, "Jenny, print out this article for me, quickly! Quickly!"

"Professor, it's lunchtime, you should go eat!" the secretary kindly reminded him.

"No, I need to go to the lab immediately!" Wilson's face was grave.