After all his classes ended that afternoon, Li Qiwei set off for home while the sun was still sinking.
He had to finish the first draft of his paper as soon as possible. He didn't want to keep Planck waiting too long.
Besides, he had to write to Einstein. He couldn't let his connection with God of Love lapse.
He planned to tell Einstein the general outline of the paper and fully awaken his potential.
If necessary, he would even travel to Switzerland himself and speak with Einstein face-to-face.
Though his mind was busy with plans, Li Qiwei never let his guard down.
He had walked for a while without seeing Li San, but he knew Li San was hiding nearby.
That was because he had specifically instructed Chris to arrange it.
Li Qiwei strongly suspected that Raymond would make a move against him that night. That rich playboy was a hotheaded fool.
On an April evening in Cambridge, there wasn't a trace of cold in the air.
Trees lined both sides of the road, dancing in the breeze as leaves fluttered down around them.
Suddenly, several figures darted out in front of Li Qiwei. Raymond was among them, having arrived "right on schedule."
Raymond was swaggering, his face twisted with barely contained fury.
"Fuck! You damn yellow monkey. I'll make you taste despair."
He snapped his fingers, and four burly men stepped forward behind him. They all carried clubs and looked vicious—obviously the ruthless sort.
Li Qiwei didn't know what the British gangs were like at this time.
Even if they wouldn't dare kill him, they'd probably beat him half to death.
Given his status, even if things blew up, he wouldn't be able to make much of a fuss.
Fortunately, he had taken precautions in advance.
Raymond saw that Li Qiwei was still pretending to be calm in this situation. His anger flared, and his teeth ground together.
"Get him! Break that piece of trash!"
The four men in black were just about to advance when Li Qiwei shouted in Chinese:
"Third Brother, it's your turn." With that, he took a few steps back.
Raymond and the four men were all startled. They didn't understand what Li Qiwei had said, but he wasn't running even now.
Something was up!
Sure enough, a figure slowly emerged from behind them.
The newcomer wore a martial outfit they had never seen before and tall boots. He strode forward like a dragon or tiger.
When he reached them, he stopped, standing as solidly as a pine.
He held the Red Tassel Spear in his left hand, his right arm hanging at his side. A razor-sharp aura bore down on everyone present.
Damn, Third Brother knows how to show off even better than I do, Li Qiwei grumbled to himself.
Li San usually seemed like a chatterbox, but once he got serious, he was so cool it hurt.
The air grew heavier by the moment.
Suddenly, with the arrow already nocked and no choice but to loose it, the men in black attacked.
They swung their clubs and charged at Li San.
Bang!
Li San kicked hard, and the Red Tassel Spear shot into the crowd like a cannonball, plunging deep into the ground.
The four men stopped in alarm and dodged to the side.
Seeing this, Li San pushed off with his legs, moving as swiftly as a shooting star. After three steps, he was in front of one of the men in black.
He didn't even glance at him before throwing a punch, as domineering as a tiger descending from its mountain.
Another man in black tried to rush in, but Li San struck out with a side kick.
Almost at the same time, his fist and foot knocked down one man each. Both lay on the ground, howling in pain.
The two remaining men were already terrified and tried to launch a sneak attack.
Li San spun around in a dazzling turn and pulled the Red Tassel Spear free. It whistled through the air, flourishing like pear blossoms in a storm.
Smack! Smack!
The other two fell to the ground, unable to move.
Finally, Li San gripped the shaft with one hand and pointed the spearhead at Raymond's throat.
If Raymond dared move even one step, the spear would pierce his throat.
From beginning to end, the fight had lasted less than a minute!
Raymond had wet himself in terror, an unidentified liquid streaming down his trousers.
His heart was gripped with fear!
This martial artist from the Qing Dynasty was terrifying.
He hadn't even seen how the man attacked.
Li Qiwei was just as shocked. He didn't know what kind of spear technique Li San used, but it had clearly come from a renowned school.
The bodyguard his family had assigned him was almost absurdly powerful.
He walked up to Raymond and gestured for Li San to lower his spear.
Raymond was so terrified he could barely stand. He dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.
Li Qiwei looked at him, his voice icy.
"Raymond, this is your warning—and your last one."
"If you take me for a sheep, you're dead wrong."
"From today on, if I catch you bullying another Huaxia person, you'd better think about how many heads you've got, no matter who it is."
"Get lost."
With that, he left with Li San.
On the way back, Li Qiwei asked Li San who had taught him his martial arts.
Li San answered vaguely, "I taught myself."
Li Qiwei asked again, "What if they had guns?"
A murderous aura burst from Li San. "Then they'd already be dead."
As he spoke, he actually pulled a pistol from inside his clothes.
Li Qiwei jolted. His expression turned grave, and he stared straight at Li San.
"How did you get a gun? If anyone finds out, we'll be in serious trouble."
Li San put the weapon away. "Don't worry, young master. The master gave it to me. In a pinch, I can use it to hold off the enemy."
"I'll protect you with my life, young master."
A warm current welled up in Li Qiwei's heart.
"Keep it hidden. Don't take something like that out unless there's no other choice."
"I understand, young master."
In his previous life, Li Qiwei had been nothing but a student who couldn't even truss a chicken.
After crossing over into this parallel world, aside from his advanced scientific knowledge, he was no different from an ordinary person—utterly fragile.
Especially in 1900, where the so-called law was a joke.
In a foreign land, if you died, you died for nothing.
Li San's appearance undoubtedly made Li Qiwei feel much safer.
Now he could get on with things without fear.
The two proceeded cautiously all the way home and finally made it back.
Hong'er brought tea, and Li Qiwei took up his pen and began writing about Quantum Theory.
Drawing on the knowledge he had accumulated in his previous life and his extraordinary memory, he completed five pages of the paper's first draft in just two hours.
Papers in this era weren't like those of later generations, with all their details and rules.
In fact, the more impressive the paper, the shorter it was.
This paper, the first to propose energy quantization, would be the key that opened the door to modern physics. Of course it had to be short—brevity made it more impressive.
Besides, Li Qiwei had deliberately left a few gaps in the mathematical proof.
That way, Professor Planck could fill them in.
"I must be the only transmigrator who's this careful about plagiarizing," Li Qiwei thought with a wry, self-mocking smile.
Actually, his reasons weren't only about ethics.
After all, a Huaxia person who stood out too much would make a lot of people unhappy.
It was safer to shelter beneath a towering tree.
And in the world of science, Planck was a towering tree.
Once Li Qiwei had built enough prestige of his own, he wouldn't need to hide behind anyone.
Thinking of this, Li Qiwei suddenly considered another urgent problem that needed solving.
On his own, it would be difficult to change Huaxia's weak scientific foundations.
He needed a group of Huaxia people to help him sow the seeds of science.
There was strength in numbers!
An idea began to take root in his mind.
The Spark Plan!
A single spark could start a prairie fire.
He would select exceptionally talented young people from Huaxia and bring them to Britain for further study.
Starting now, he would nurture Huaxia's modern scientific system, one step at a time.
Because right now, he was the only person in the world who knew what kind of terrifying weapons the coming scientific explosion would produce.
If Huaxia could master those weapons first,
then those heart-wrenching, tragic chapters of history would never happen again.
The Huaxia of this parallel world would surely follow a far more glorious path.
But this matter needed careful planning, and for now he didn't have the ability to carry it out.
So Li Qiwei stopped thinking about it and began writing a letter to Einstein.
Albert Einstein:
Regarding the second cloud, I've come up with the concept of "quanta."
I believe energy isn't continuous; it comes in separate packets.
Li Qiwei's pen scratched across the paper. A mischievous thought crossed his mind.
Einstein would surely be surprised to see this letter. He'd definitely admire him to the point of prostrating himself.
Just thinking about it was exciting.
The letter was soon finished. It was already eleven at night.
With Hong'er's help, Li Qiwei went to bed.
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