Is the Question Difficult?

To test Li Qiwei's strength, Dr. Wilson continued:

"During your undergraduate studies, don't get tangled up in these theories—they're too far beyond your reach."

"Just focus on mastering Newton's classical mechanics."

"If you have the chance to pursue further studies later, or if you're interested in physics, then consider diving deeper."

In the classroom, some students had determined looks, while others seemed indifferent.

Newtonian classical physics was an elective, so many students from outside the physics department were also attending.

Wilson watched their expressions, then shifted his tone and suddenly said:

"However, considering that everyone's grasp of knowledge differs, and to uphold Cambridge University's world-class standard of excellence,"

"today, I can offer you a challenge. I welcome you all to put your wits to the test."

"Now, I'll give you a problem. If anyone can solve it within a month, I'll give them full marks for this course."

"And they won't need to attend class afterward."

Boom!

As soon as he finished, the classroom erupted into heated discussion.

"Oh, my God! Is that for real?"

"Dr. Wilson becoming a Cambridge teacher at such a young age—truly extraordinary."

"This course was a good pick."

"Sunshine and beaches!"

Everyone's face lit up with joy, silently praying they'd be clever enough to crack the problem.

Once the crowd gradually calmed down, Wilson continued:

"This problem comes from a research project I participated in for the British military."

"Of course, the version I'm giving you has been processed—no risk of leaking anything."

"What I can reveal is that it took me a whole week to solve it." Wilson held up one finger, looking smug.

Ah!

Instantly, sighs rippled through the room again.

Sure enough, full marks weren't easy to get. Even the physics PhD in front of them needed a week to solve it.

How could a bunch of undergrad rookies like them crack it in a month?

Then, Wilson picked up a piece of chalk and scribbled the problem on the blackboard in a few strokes:

"Launch a rocket from Earth, fly past Mars, and return to Earth. List the equations and solve them!"

The problem was just one simple sentence, but it plunged the entire classroom into dead silence, followed by a buzz of chatter.

"Dr. Wilson, are you sure this is the problem?"

"What's a rocket, exactly?"

"This is way too hard—I've never seen a problem like this."

"Looks like full marks are out of the question."

"Sunshine and beaches!"

Wilson smiled at everyone and said, "Don't lose heart. This problem is indeed a bit tough for you."

"And it requires some very advanced mathematical knowledge."

"During this time, you can consult any books and discuss it with each other."

"In a month, we'll see who can bring us a surprise." As he spoke, he glanced at Li Qiwei.

He thought to himself that if Li Qiwei could solve this problem, it would show he had a high level of physics aptitude.

Maybe he really could go far in the future.

Meanwhile, after hearing Wilson's problem, Li Qiwei almost couldn't hold back a laugh.

Because this problem was all too familiar.

Any physics major in later-era China would have heard of it.

And Li Qiwei had not only seen it but had personally spent an entire night proving the answer from start to finish.

That problem was also about launching a rocket, but it went to the sun and back.

By comparison, Wilson's problem only went to Mars, making it much easier.

And on top of that, his brain had been enhanced by the transmigration—solving this kind of problem was a piece of cake.

But for others, it was a different story.

British students back then had no experience with a sea of practice problems.

Such a high-difficulty classical mechanics problem was still a major challenge even for students at a world-class school like Cambridge.

Moreover, the concept of rockets was still immature at the time; most people had no idea what they even were.

This also revealed the ambition of the British military—they were already setting their sights on space.

Indeed, the foundation of any powerful nation should never be underestimated.

Raymond, seeing Li Qiwei smile, felt deeply displeased and began speaking loudly again:

"Dr. Wilson, I think this problem is definitely not difficult for Bruce."

"How about giving him three days?"

"After all, he's a genius bold enough to challenge Lord Kelvin!" He then led the crowd in jeers, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

Wilson looked troubled. Although his original intention was to test Li Qiwei, doing it so openly and targeting him still made him uncomfortable.

But before he could figure out how to respond, the composed Li Qiwei directly addressed Raymond:

"Raymond, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

The crowd was startled. What was going on? This guy had just made a bet with a physics heavyweight, and now he wanted to bet with Raymond.

Were Easterners really this fond of gambling?

Raymond was also stunned for a moment. Shouldn't Bruce be afraid?

Then apologize to everyone and admit he was just an arrogant fool.

Instead, he wanted to bet with him? What was he betting on?

Still, Raymond was fearless. He was convinced Li Qiwei was just bluffing to scare him.

"How do we bet?"

Li Qiwei suddenly stood up, his gaze sharp, staring straight at Raymond, and said slowly, word by word:

"If I can solve this problem, you strip naked and bark like a dog in front of Trinity College's gate."

"Do you dare?"

Whoa!

The classroom erupted as everyone was shaken by such an explosive wager, their eyes fixed on the two at the center.

His calm words made Raymond start trembling involuntarily.

Fuck!

Raymond struggled to steady himself. He couldn't lose face now—that was a lesson he'd learned from his father.

So he shot back, "And if you can't solve it?"

"Then I'll strip naked and bark like a dog." Li Qiwei replied without hesitation, as if victory was already his.

Raymond's mind raced, then he gritted his teeth and said:

"Fine, I accept the bet."

"But you only have three days, and you must solve it alone." This was Raymond's way of preventing Li Qiwei from seeking help.

The crowd murmured. It seemed even the formidable Raymond was feeling scared, imposing such harsh conditions.

Still, few sympathized with Li Qiwei; most were happy to see a man from the Qing Dynasty humiliated.

Li Qiwei, however, smiled calmly, unruffled, watching Raymond's tricks.

Then he said flatly:

"Fine, I accept your terms."

"But I don't need three days. I can solve it right now."

Then, looking at Raymond like a clown, he taunted:

"Is this problem really that hard?"

Boom!

The moment the words left his mouth, time seemed to freeze in the classroom.

Everyone stared blankly at Li Qiwei, standing among the crowd, arrogantly unyielding.

Even Wilson couldn't help but look at Li Qiwei, his face full of disbelief! He absolutely refused to believe the other could solve it instantly!

It took over ten seconds before the students in the classroom snapped out of it, going completely wild!

The noise was so loud it even drew attention from outside the courtyard.

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