It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

Li Cheng had already planned out his wonderful future in his mind... barring any unforeseen circumstances.

......

After a brief period of commotion, the first person to stand up was an elderly professor with a face full of wrinkles, dressed in a black suit with a matching bow tie, his clothes were exquisite and refined.

He frowned, his tone utterly blunt: "You're saying that with our current methods, we can't observe atoms?"

Li Cheng nodded and said, "Yes."

He sneered, "Since you can't see atoms, how can you be so sure of their existence? Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

Li Cheng did not respond to such mindless accusations with agitation, but simply closed his eyes and gently shook his head.

"Your question is incredibly boring, unbelievably boring."

"We can't observe the Earth directly, but we can indirectly know that it's round through various phenomena, can't we?"

The old professor exclaimed, "These are two sizes..."

“That’s one thing!” Li Cheng interrupted the other person, then he spoke clearly and quickly, “I have already given many indirect examples of the existence of atoms in the book. You can’t give any counterexamples, but you’re just trying to make me prove it again by being unreasonable!”

He tilted his head, revealing a genuine sneer. "Excuse my bluntness, but even a bulldog knows to track its enemies by scent, not by sight."

"you you!"

Described as worse than a dog, the wrinkled old professor turned pale with anger, but under the watchful eyes of the surrounding professors, he could only sit down resentfully.

What? You're asking his name?

Li Cheng didn't know, nor did he bother to find out. In any case, it must be a well-established old scholar who adhered to his old ideas and suppressed new theories. Most so-called academic cliques were caused by people like this.

One theory suggests that if Planck hadn't delved deeper into the problem of blackbody radiation, and instead unleashed the specter of quantum mechanics at the right time, he might have overturned the magnificent edifice of classical physics.

So when that generation of classical mechanics practitioners grows old and forms academic cliques that firmly control the scientific community, then human scientific discoveries will be delayed by at least 300 years.

"I hope this is a purely academic exchange."

After rebuking this obviously troublemaking old man, Li Cheng said calmly, "If anyone asks such a stupid question again, I'll have to reconsider whether he's qualified to be a professor."

Their attitude was clearly one of disrupting the event!

If someone genuinely wanted to befriend these professors, they wouldn't act this way, but Li Cheng didn't care; he'd already worked 996 hours straight to finish those two books. The undeniable truth was right in front of him; anyone deliberately causing trouble would simply be expelled.

Those who are barefoot are never afraid of those who are wearing shoes.

......

After this brief interlude, the discussion finally began to move in a serious direction.

The two thin books obviously couldn't solve all the problems, and people began to raise their doubts with Li Cheng, who provided full and detailed answers. However, for these bright professors, such detailed answers were not necessary.

When faced with problems that were difficult to resolve verbally, Li Cheng would instruct his secretary Miller to fetch experimental equipment from next door and conduct experiments on the spot.

In this way, one problem after another was quickly resolved.

However, as the problems were being solved, a growing question arose in everyone's mind.

Where did this person get this knowledge? Surely he couldn't have researched it all by himself?

Is he even considered a human being then?

Time was ticking away, and soon this fulfilling afternoon would come to an end.

"almost."

Li Cheng glanced at the sky outside and saw that it was already tinged with a yellowish hue, then said, "That's all for today's meeting. Everyone, go home."

"Wait a minute, I have one last question." The young professor, in his early thirties, finally couldn't help but ask, "President Li, may I ask if you could explain how you researched all this knowledge all by yourself?"

Li Cheng gave him a strange look: "Of course not."

Upon receiving this answer, the professors couldn't help but feel a sense of relief—that's right, how could it be just one person...?

Li Cheng then added, "This conclusion was reached through countless discussions and experimental verifications."

The professors, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately froze again.

Is it really necessary? Is it really worth dwelling on such a simple sentence for so long?

The young professor who raised the question looked like he was about to cry... Oh no, I've offended such a petty principal. I'm definitely going to get my comeuppance later.

Sigh, no one believes the truth... Seeing this, Li Cheng laughed and said, "Just kidding, don't be so serious—of course, it's not just my research alone. Two people gave me a lot of help, and you could even say that without them, there would be no two books."

“A person named Isaac Newton, whose book ‘The Three Laws of Mechanics’ is closely related to her.”

"Another person participated in the compilation of 'A Fundamental Introduction to Chemistry,' and coincidentally, she is also participating in today's discussion, right in the middle of us."

Are they among us?

The professors were all bewildered, looking around for the most likely candidate, but they couldn't find it.

Who could have hidden so well?

Li Cheng glanced out of the corner of his eye at a silver-haired professor in the crowd who had suddenly become uneasy, and smiled.

"Her name was Antoine-Laurent Lavoisier."

Chapter Fifty: A dead duck is very stubborn.

Antoine-Laurent Lavoisier?

Upon hearing this name, all the professors looked puzzled, and some immediately asked about it.

Who is this?

Never heard of it.

Is there such a person among us?

"Ahem." Li Cheng coughed twice, and after everyone quieted down, he said, "Lavoisier is also a professor hired by our school, from France."

"Although she usually kept a low profile in her research, it was thanks to her theories that I was freed from the ideological constraints of phlogiston. It can be said that without her, there would be no book, 'Introduction to the Fundamentals of Chemistry'."

Seeing that the professors were still confused, Li Cheng added, "And she herself is a very eye-catching silver-haired beauty. If you are interested, you can go and talk to her alone. She is in the last row of the classroom."

Silver hair, beauty, last row—these keywords immediately drew everyone's attention to one person: Lavoisier, who was completely bewildered and hadn't yet grasped the situation.

Lavoisier: ? ? ?

Silver hair, female, unknown... The professors exchanged glances, nodded in agreement, and then collectively stood up and gathered at Lavoisier's location, creating a formidable scene.

"Ah, wait, I'm not."

Lavoisier, who had always been a nobody at Cambridge, had never experienced anything like this before, and instinctively panicked and denied it.

However, it was too late. Her argument was quickly drowned out by the crowd, and all that awaited her were the curious questions from the professors.

Some asked seriously, "Professor Lavoisier, where did you get your inspiration?"

There were also those who tried to ingratiate themselves: "Professor Lavoisier, my father was also French..."

Of course, there were also those with ulterior motives: "Miss Lavoisier, may I invite you for a cup of coffee?"

How could Lavoisier handle so many people asking questions at the same time? He immediately found himself at a loss, overwhelmed by the professors' inquiries.

Surprised? Unexpected? ... Looking at Lavoisier, who was surrounded by a group of people and looked extremely flustered, Li Cheng couldn't help but smile.

Then, when no one was looking, he called his secretary Miller, who was outside the door, and quietly left the classroom.

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Principal's Office.

The spacious room was even larger than Li Cheng's bedroom, and the desk was made from a single piece of wood, without a trace of nails.

"The rest is up to you," Li Cheng said, pointing to his desk. "Take these documents and dispose of them. Don't come looking for me for the next few days unless it's absolutely necessary."

Looking at the pile of documents in front of him, which was a quarter of his height, Secretary Miller's expressionless face became even more expressionless.

He remained silent for a full minute before finally saying, "...Yes."

"If you know, then go downstairs first. I need to rest for a while. I'm exhausted after running around all afternoon."

Li Cheng waved his hand to shoo the guy away, trying to keep his distance as much as possible.

So Secretary Miller silently took the documents and left, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

...This is not what Your Highness agreed upon. Is it too late to back out now?

After dumping all his work on Miller, Li Cheng yawned wearily and slumped onto the table to rest for a while, when he heard a knock at the door.

Knock knock knock—

"Please come in."

Li Cheng had no choice but to prop himself up again.

As the door was opened, Lavoisier, who had just escaped the professors' entanglement and looked equally exhausted, appeared in the doorway.

She looked somewhat disheveled, and her new white coat was stained with mud.

"Hi."

Li Cheng immediately felt less tired. He even waved to the person in the greeting, looking quite cheerful.

Lavoisier glared at him resentfully, then sighed helplessly, "Is this really that funny?"

Li Cheng thought for a moment and nodded.

Lavoisier complained, "But I was really embarrassed! I wasn't prepared at all, and suddenly a bunch of people surrounded me asking me all sorts of questions!"

Li Cheng smiled and said, "That's exactly where my fun lies."

Lavoisier: "???"

"Just kidding, just kidding." Seeing Lavoisier's less-than-pleasant expression, Li Cheng quickly changed his tune. "How does it feel to have your theory recognized by so many professors, to realize your ideal?"

When the topic came up, Lavoisier's expression gradually returned to normal.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but it feels a bit strange."

She frowned, her expression conflicted: "Logically, I should be very happy, but actually I feel a sense of loss, and I don't know why."

It's just a period of confusion, getting lost on the path of life... Li Cheng snapped his fingers and said, "Don't worry, I'll soon have a lot of novel research to give you, I hope you won't find it tiring then."

"really?"

"Of course it's true."