A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

"Oh, this."

"It's just a few minor optimizations."

Bai Che's calm, even slightly impatient reply, tinged with annoyance at being interrupted from his reverie, reached the ears of everyone in the auditorium through the microphone.

Small, optimized, and transformed?

Academician Zhang Chengping's cloudy tears still clung to the lines on his face. He stood frozen in place, his brain completely shut down because of those three words.

Optimization? You call a groundbreaking invention that overturned the second law of thermodynamics and achieved near-100% energy conversion efficiency a "minor optimization"?!

The old professor from Jiaotong University, who had just been roaring about the "birth of the Holy Grail of Physics," opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word. He seemed to have had his soul ripped out, leaving only an empty shell.

Tens of millions of physicists, engineers, and scholars around the world watching this scene via live stream simultaneously felt the excruciating pain of their intelligence being repeatedly crushed.

At this moment, the whole world fell silent.

Only David Kensington, the top journalist's professional instincts, prevailed over everything else.

Only David Kensington, the top journalist's professional instincts, prevailed over everything else.

He scrambled back to the equipment, his hands flying across the keyboard in a blur, his mind screaming, "Pulitzer Prize! This is my Pulitzer Prize!"

On the live stream screen, the already alarming title was instantly replaced.

A line of even more outrageous, more blatant, and more mind-blowing blood-red text appeared on the screens of viewers worldwide.

[The Holy Grail of Physics Discovered in China? A Super Energy Source with Almost No Heat Generation! God's Forbidden Zone Has Been Entered by an Eastern University Student!]

This headline is no longer news, but a declaration of war.

A declaration of war, an all-out battle, was sent against the old edifice of physics!

At MIT, the door to the physics department chair's office was kicked open, and a doctoral student stumbled in, his face contorted with disbelief: "Professor! Put down your particle collider report! Watch the live stream! Something terrible has happened!"

In the Cavendish Laboratory at Cambridge University, a Nobel laureate was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea when his assistant rushed in with a tablet computer. Overcome with excitement, the assistant tripped and fell to the ground, the tablet rolling on the floor. On the screen was Bai Che's bored face.

Princeton, Zurich, Heidelberg...

At this moment, physics departments of all the world’s top universities were urgently summoned by this live broadcast signal from the East. Countless white-haired luminaries and brilliant young scholars crowded together in front of a small screen to witness this live broadcast of the “execution” of physics.

Almost simultaneously, the phone lines of embassies in China were completely overwhelmed with calls.

"What?! An energy source with almost no heat loss? Are you sure this isn't an April Fool's joke?"

"Immediately! At all costs! Find out everything about that college student named Bai Che!"

"Notify the nation, highest-level red alert! Our energy strategy may become a pile of worthless paper overnight!"

On the phone, the science attachés suppressed trembling screams, distorted by extreme shock, echoing from safe houses around the world.

In the capital city of the Dragon Kingdom, a highly confidential command center is located.

On the huge screen, everything inside the USTC auditorium was being broadcast live.

Beside Li Jianguo, an elderly man, also dressed in military uniform but with shining general stars on his shoulder insignia, suddenly leaned forward, staring intently at the young man's face on the screen, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Jianguo...this...this is the 'surprise' you were talking about?"

Li Jianguo picked up the teacup on the table, gently blew on it to cool it, and a knowing smile played on his lips.

"Sir, this is just the appetizer."

The experts around him, responsible for intelligence analysis and technical assessment, had fallen into a state of collective petrification.

No one spoke.

No one dared to speak.

Because everyone realized that the nature of the event had completely changed.

This is no longer a company product launch.

It was not an ordinary technological breakthrough either.

This is a historical turning point that could change the global energy landscape, reshape the balance of power among major nations, and even potentially trigger a new industrial revolution.

This turning point is happening right now in Hefei, China, in an ordinary university auditorium.

For the first time, the world's attention was focused on this place with such intensity and fervor.

At the eye of the storm, Bai Che seemed completely oblivious to everything.

He even raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

It's 7:30 PM.

The tea that Su Wanqing brewed should have gone completely cold by now.

This subtle movement was precisely captured by a faithfully recording camera and magnified before hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide.

His extreme indifference—facing a world turned upside down yet caring only about the temperature of his own tea—elevated his image to an unfathomable level, shrouding him in an aura of mystery.

Backstage.

Su Wanqing gripped her arm tightly, her nails digging into her flesh without her noticing.

She was so excited that she couldn't think straight, and could only let the immense shock and ecstasy wash over every nerve in her body.

She finally understood what kind of thing she was involved in.

This is not the rise of a single company.

This is a turning point in human history.

And she was standing beside the person who had turned the pointer of history.

Wang Tao's reaction was much more direct.

He took out his phone, his fingers trembling with excitement, and opened the Bilibili posting page.

He typed out each word with almost all his might.

"My roommate is a god!!! Anyone have a problem with that??? @All members"

on the stage.

The aftershocks of Bai Che's statement, "I just made a few minor optimizations," continue to reverberate.

Academician Zhang Chengping finally regained a sliver of scientific rationality from the disorientation of his collapsed worldview.

He stopped dwelling on the "minor optimization" and instead fixed his gaze on Bai Che with a completely new look, a mixture of awe, fervor, and even a hint of pleading.

He pushed aside all the reporters who were trying to interview him and, disregarding everything, walked up to Bai Che again.

The eyes of the entire audience, and indeed the world, were once again focused on him as he walked.

The old academician didn't take a microphone; he simply stood in front of Bai Che, slightly bowing his usually straight back.

In a voice that was almost hoarse and only the two of them could hear, he asked the question that was more important than "why".

"child……"

"Can this thing... be made again?"