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

Bai Che was completely speechless after hearing the comment, "There are guards even when you go to the toilet." He slumped in his chair, looking at Li Jianguo with an expression as if he were crazy, not even bothering to complain.

He gave up struggling, only wanting this troublesome world to be destroyed so he could finally get a good night's sleep.

On the other side of the world, above the dividing line between day and night.

London, on the banks of the Thames, the headquarters of the journal Nature.

The heating in the editor-in-chief's office was on full blast.

Sir Henry Dalton, a respected gentleman in the academic publishing world, was enjoying a cup of fine Ceylon tea.

On the monitor in front of him, a BBC special report on the "Zero Boundary Technology Room Temperature Superconductivity Scam in China" was playing, with Richard Stone speaking eloquently to the camera.

Sir Henry's lips curled into a faint sneer.

Those Americans at *Science* always love to create big news like this—crude, but undeniably high-profile. This time, they've hit a brick wall; a global academic debate is about to erupt.

He thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of watching from the sidelines.

Just then, an inconspicuous icon in the corner of his email flashed.

A new email.

The sender's address ends with ".edu.cn".

He initially intended to casually dismiss these submissions; hundreds of them came from Chinese students every day, most of them unrealistic fantasies. But the email's subject line made him pause for a moment.

《AModelofMacroscopicEnergyConductionbasedonControllableQuantumTunnelingEffectandItsRealizationinFlexibleMedia》

[Macroscopic Energy Transfer Model Based on Controllable Quantum Tunneling Effect and Its Implementation in Flexible Media]

Sir Henry raised his eyebrows slightly.

Controllable quantum tunneling? Macroscopic energy transfer?

Individually, both terms represent cutting-edge topics in physics. However, combining them creates an absurd situation. Quantum tunneling is a probabilistic game in the microscopic world, while macroscopic energy transfer falls under the domain of classical physics.

To stitch these two together requires either madness or genius.

He scoffed and prepared to drag the "spam" email into the recycle bin.

But his finger, hovering over the mouse, inexplicably stopped.

What if?

He opened the email; the attachment was a simple PDF document.

He picked up his teacup, ready to enjoy afternoon tea while appreciating this "masterpiece of literature".

He opened the document and his gaze fell on the summary section on the first page.

"This model describes a theoretical framework for achieving lossless energy transfer in flexible media by constructing a specific resonant field to induce directional quantum tunneling of electrons at the macroscopic scale..."

Click.

The bone china teacup slipped from his trembling hands and shattered on the expensive Persian carpet.

The warm tea splashed onto his trouser leg, but he was completely unaware.

That once relaxed and carefree face was now drained of color, leaving only endless horror.

He suddenly stood up from behind the huge mahogany desk, the movement so violent that the leather swivel chair behind him tipped over and crashed heavily to the floor.

He couldn't care about anything else.

His cloudy old eyes suddenly shone with an unprecedented light, fixed intently on those few lines of brief English summary.

"Lossless conduction..."

"Controllable quantum tunneling..."

"Flexible media achieves..."

Each word was like a heavy hammer, slamming into his understanding.

This is not an ordinary academic paper.

If this is true... then it's not just refuting Richard Stone, it's erecting a new tombstone for the entirety of modern physics!

"Someone come here! Anna!"

He let out a roar completely out of character for a jazzman, stumbled toward the office door, and flung it open.

His female assistant, Anna, was startled; she had never seen her boss so out of control.

"Sir, you..."

"Shut up!" Henry rudely interrupted her. "Get me on the emergency reviewer channel! Now! Immediately! Get Albright, Du Bois, Nakamura, all the top reviewers in the Physics Department online, all of them!"

His roar echoed throughout the entire corridor.

"Tell them to drop everything! Including afternoon tea with their mistresses! I need to see every single one of them in the emergency meeting room within five minutes! Otherwise, they can be kicked off Nature's peer review list!"

An emergency online review meeting, the most efficient and also the most intense in the 150-plus years since the founding of Nature, was forcibly convened in an unprecedented manner.

A dozen of the world's top physicists from Oxford, MIT, the University of Tokyo, and Princeton were abruptly dragged out of their lives by Sir Henry and logged into the online meeting room full of resentment.

All they saw was a twenty-page PDF document sent by Sir Henry.

I need to know if this stuff is garbage or the Bible.

The conference room's public chat channel was initially filled with complaints.

"Has Henry gone mad? I'm attending my daughter's graduation ceremony!"

"Macroscopic transmission of quantum tunneling? Another far-fetched amateur scientific creation by some Chinese student?"

But ten minutes later, all the complaints disappeared.

The channel fell into complete silence.

Twenty minutes later, the first message popped up.

He is Professor Albright from Caltech, a theoretical physicist known for his rigor and acerbity.

"The 'resonance field constraint equation' on page five... I... I don't understand it. No, I can't comprehend why it holds true."

Soon, a second message appeared.

W.E. Dubois from the University of Munich, an authority on condensed matter physics.

"Page 11, about the lattice model of flexible media... My God... He applied the concept of topological insulators to polymer materials? How did he come up with that?"

"I ran the basic model he provided on a supercomputer... and the results are in..."

"What was the result?"

"No energy decay. 100% conduction efficiency. This violates all the laws of physics I know, but his mathematical model... is self-consistent, without any flaws."

The entire chat group fell completely silent.

These minds, standing at the pinnacle of human wisdom, collectively felt a suffocating sense of being ruthlessly crushed by a higher form of intelligence.

An hour passed quietly.

The chat group remained completely silent.

Finally, a Nobel Prize-winning physicist whose profile picture was always gray and who almost never participated in discussions sent a message.

"If this paper is genuine."

He paused for a long time, as if carefully considering each word.

"All of our research over the past thirty or even fifty years has become children's books."

Sir Henry Dalton sat at his desk, staring at the line of text on the screen, his whole body trembling violently.

It wasn't out of fear, but because of an extreme, indescribable ecstasy.

He saw it; he saw the wheels of history turning in his hands. This paper would bring him glory far exceeding titles and wealth. He even saw the Stockholm awards podium beckoning him.

It's not the Physics Prize, it's the Peace Prize! Because of him, he promoted the great progress of human science!

He grabbed the phone on the table and dialed the printing plant director's internal line.

The moment the call connected, he mustered all his strength and let out a roar that shook the entire building.

"Take down the cover of the next issue! Immediately!"

"We have a new headline! Exceptional! Urgent! Get it formatted as fast as possible!"

He paused, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth.

"Within 24 hours, I want the whole world to see it!"