Shocking the Entire Hospital

At this moment, inside the classroom at Trinity College, students and even several teachers crowded around inside and out.

Li Qiwei calmly stepped up to the podium.

He picked up a piece of chalk and began solving the problem.

"

1. Elliptical orbit design: Mars, Earth, Moon

2. Delta-v calculation

3. Launch phase velocity calculation

4. Rocket selection

"

Under Dr. Wilson's shocked yet expectant gaze, Under Raymond's anxious and fearful stare, Under the curious and complex observation of everyone in the room, Li Qiwei wrote with divine inspiration, gradually laying out the system of equations.

The sound of chalk scraping and tapping against the blackboard hammered into everyone's hearts like a heavy mallet, sending tremors through them.

His domineering aura, paired with the fluid, effortless writing, won over everyone.

"Oh my god, is Bruce really going to solve it on the spot?"

"God bless, I'm starting to like this Qing Dynasty guy."

"I heard all Qing people know magic—is he cheating?"

"Shut up, you damn idiot. Does magic have a degree? How would it solve this?"

"Sunshine and beaches!"

The noisy chatter didn't affect Li Qiwei's solving speed.

One board, two boards, three boards.

Soon, the four movable blackboards were full.

At that moment, a middle-aged man around forty actually carried over a mobile blackboard on his own.

Then he stood quietly to the side, constantly calculating something with his pen.

When Dr. Wilson saw this middle-aged man, he showed great respect and was about to greet him, but the man raised a hand to stop him.

Li Qiwei glanced at him in surprise, thanked him, and continued solving.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and the classroom gradually fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Soon, the final result became a system of nonlinear ordinary differential equations.

Li Qiwei used a special technique to directly solve the equations.

Then he gave the answer, including parameters like rocket mass, thrust magnitude, and orbital mechanics.

From the start of the problem to now, over thirty minutes had passed, and he finally stopped.

"Dr. Wilson, I believe I've answered this question correctly."

By now, Dr. Wilson was completely stunned. He stared at the full blackboard of analytical steps, bitterness in his heart.

He deeply regretted boasting earlier about solving it in a week.

Yet Li Qiwei not only solved it perfectly on the spot but also added many details he himself had overlooked.

In comparison, his own solving method felt like a grade-schooler's work.

Shameful, truly shameful!

Dr. Wilson suddenly felt a deep sense of loss—was this the gap between a genius and an ordinary person?

He was a physics PhD several years out of school, while the other was just an undergraduate.

For a moment, he even began to doubt whether choosing physics had been a mistake.

But soon, Dr. Wilson rallied again.

Diligence can compensate for lack of talent!

As long as I keep working hard, I can catch up to the footsteps of these geniuses.

So, he looked at Li Qiwei, his expression excited, and declared loudly:

"I announce that Bruce Li has perfectly solved this problem!"

"And I will also fulfill my promise—for this course, Bruce's grade is a perfect score!"

At these words, Boom!

The classroom erupted into complete chaos.

"God, are Bruce and I even at the same university? How is the gap this huge!"

"Damn it, he must have coincidentally done a similar problem before and stumbled into the solution by luck."

"So what if he solved it? The knowledge he used is over two hundred years old. Boring."

"Can humans really land on the moon, or even Mars?"

Some were shocked, some jealous, some dismissive, some lost in thought.

They witnessed a miracle—a miracle created by a man from the Qing Dynasty.

In that moment, many people's perspectives shifted.

It turned out the Qing people weren't as ignorant and backward as the propaganda claimed.

There were still talents like Bruce Li.

Wilson tightly gripped Li Qiwei's hand, wanting to introduce the man who had handed him the blackboard, only to find he had already left.

So he could only shake his head and let it go, though fortunately, the man should still be staying at the lab for a few more days.

Then, Wilson said with fervent eyes:

"Bruce, after class, please be sure to come find me at the Cavendish Laboratory. I have something to discuss with you."

"Alright, Doctor. It's my honor."

No sooner had Li Qiwei spoken than Wilson grabbed his materials and walked straight out of the classroom.

It seemed he couldn't wait to study the shock Li Qiwei had brought.

And Li Qiwei was equally stunned.

No joke—that was the Cavendish Laboratory.

Practically a Nobel Prize in Physics factory, having produced countless giants in the field.

Still, Li Qiwei suppressed his excitement and instead turned his gaze to Raymond.

The crowd followed his line of sight.

At that moment, Li Qiwei stood like a monarch, surveying all.

"Raymond, time to fulfill your promise."

Raymond's hands were clenched tight, veins bulging, sweat beading on his face.

He gritted his teeth, his features twisted by shame and rage.

Making him strip naked in front of teachers and students, even bark like a dog—he'd rather die!

His status absolutely wouldn't allow him to do something so disgraceful.

If his family found out, he'd likely be kicked out and left to fend for himself.

But if he went back on his word, he'd never be able to show his face at Cambridge again.

Unless he had a thick enough skin to not care at all.

Li Qiwei didn't press him, but the crowd's stares were like nails, making Raymond's seat feel like a bed of thorns.

"Fuck!"

He hissed under his breath.

Then, amid the crowd's jeers, he slunk out of the classroom in disgrace.

Li Qiwei watched and let out a scornful laugh. He'd thought Raymond had some backbone, someone who'd own up to his actions, but the guy turned tail and ran.

Still, the resentment in Raymond's eyes before he left put Li Qiwei on guard.

Just then, a young man walked over, his expression deeply respectful, and gave a slight bow.

"Hello, Senior Bruce Li. I'm Chris Paul, a freshman at Trinity College."

"Your performance just now won me over. May I study by your side?"

Li Qiwei sized up the handsome young man before him—about six feet tall, matching his own height.

He searched his memory but found no record of this person; he must be a nobody.

But so what?

At this moment, Li Qiwei was brimming with ambition and bold confidence.

In the physics world, many mentor-student pairs had won the Nobel Prize, becoming legends.

Why not take this Chris under his wing and groom him into a future giant of physics?

Besides, having an assistant would make many things easier.

Li San was loyal and skilled in martial arts, but his education was lacking.

Expecting him to handle research chores was like expecting a sow to climb a tree.

With that thought, Li Qiwei decided to drop any pretense of modesty and said calmly:

"Chris, I can call you that, right?"

"I have only one thing to say to you: you will never regret today's decision."

Hearing this, Chris suddenly looked up, a dazzling light bursting from his eyes.

Senior Bruce was too strong!

This was a real man!

In academics, confident and domineering to the bone; toward others, tolerant and generous, neither arrogant nor indulgent.

Seeing that his own tiger-like presence had made his underling bow in submission, Li Qiwei was quite pleased.

So he gave the task: "Go to this address, find a man named Li San, and tell him to come pick me up tonight."

After suffering such humiliation, Raymond had to be guarded against.

But in the arts, I can beat you; in martial arts, I can still beat you.

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