Study Monster Cultivation System
Chapter 225 - 224 strong sense of hardcore immersion

6:30 P.M. sharp.

At the McDonald’s next to the movie theater, a new generation and an old generation of physics competition fanatics picked up their pens at the same time.

The God King Hegemony of the Space Race had officially begun.

Though it wasn’t an official contest, and there were neither papers nor rules,

it did nothing to diminish the intensity of the battlefield.

For true physics fanatics, such peak exchanges were even more thrilling than utilitarian competitions.

Under normal circumstances, without papers or rules, the average person wouldn’t even know where to start, what to compare, or what to calculate.

But they knew, without a single word, they all understood.

It was to write the true "Wandering Planet Project"!

For the average moviegoer, "Wandering Planet" was thrilling enough, but some of the physics terms were inevitably half-understood.

For science fiction enthusiasts, "Wandering Planet" was completely engaging; every space-related concept and scene excited them immensely.

For the hardcore physics experts, while it was enjoyable, it was also regrettable.

Just because the physics part of the movie was too vague, too broad.

How did Earth stop its rotation? How did it leave its original orbit? And how was the gravitational slingshot planned?

All of these most interesting details were missing.

Apparently, in the entire movie, scientists, especially physicists, played a crucial role.

But not a single one made an appearance.

Furthermore, in the movie, engineers, programmers, soldiers, even drivers—all played the role of heroes.

Only scientists didn’t even show their faces.

It seemed they were a bunch of no-hopers only capable of saying, "Ah, it’s hopeless," or "Gentlemen, we’re doomed."

It wasn’t adequate, far from adequate.

This kind of disaster movie-style firefighting turnaround naturally had good spectacle value.

But for true hardcore experts, they’d rather see the process of scientists arguing and calculating.

And all these processes were glossed over by someone named "Mos."

It was unsatisfying, not exhilarating enough.

One had to use their own knowledge of physics to complete the puzzle.

That was what made a complete movie-watching experience!

This was their test, a blank sheet on which to outline the entire "Wandering Planet Project."

There was equally no need to elaborate on the rules.

Whose plan was more accurate, more detailed, and more viable, they would win.

If someone made a mistake, like adding an extra zero or omitting one, it meant the plan failed, and humanity was doomed.

At this moment, they had already surpassed mere calculation.

They had become doomsday scientists, contributing all their intelligence to the survival of humanity.

This, damn it, was what you call immersion.

Of course, even the most gung-ho person wouldn’t just pick up their pen and start calculating; it was customary to first discuss a broad framework.

Two tables, with two people at each, two teams of doomsday scientists began their merciless debate.

Lin Yujing, who was 100% serious, underwent a noticeable transformation in her demeanor.

"I know you want to calculate too, but this time, can I do it?" Lin Yujing stared at Li Zheng and nodded as she spoke, "Just this once, be my assistant."

To physics enthusiasts, this was an excessive request.

But for the competition, it made perfect sense.

The entire plan, the calculation process, involved a large amount of "assistant" type work.

Drafting documents, connecting processes, gathering data, verification, and so on.

If two people did these tasks separately, it would be inefficient and chaotic.

With a leader and a supporter, only then could the greatest minds be utilized to accomplish the feat of 1+1>2.

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If it had been anyone else, Li Zheng probably wouldn’t have been willing to take on the support role.

But Lin Yujing... who made her simulation score higher?

"I understand." Li Zheng nodded in response, "Starting now, I’m your tool man."

"Thank you." Lin Yujing’s expression was serious, neither happy nor sad, as if she had really become an end-of-days scientist, devoid of any human emotion, transformed into a being of pure reason.

After briefly pondering, Professor Lin began her arrangements.

"Next, I will lay out the plan for drafting our plan."

"My job is to list the equations for each physical process."

"We’ll use abbreviations like Ms and Me to represent the mass of the Sun and the Earth, respectively."

"You will be responsible for searching for and inputting specific values to provide the results of the equations."

"Then, based on the results you provide, I will feedback appropriate plan parameters."

"For example, how much power each engine on the equator needs to provide to stop the Earth’s rotation."

"I will prioritize speed, not waiting for you, first listing all the equations, then coming back to complete your part."

"You don’t need to be overly concerned with speed, but must strive for stability, for even if my equations are perfect, any slight error in your parameter substitution could result in death."

"When I came in, I saw that this McDonald’s closes at 11 p.m."

"We’ll assume that’s our ultimate deadline, and start drafting the plan document no later than 10:30 p.m."

"That’s the plan, can you do it?"

"Yes, I fully understand." As Li Zheng replied, he took out his phone and began searching and recording the standard physical quantities they’d need.

Though there was no small talk, he still marveled at Lin Yujing’s organizing capabilities.

The pairing operated on dual tracks, with clear priorities and internal dynamic feedback.

That’s how a leading scientist does it.

Assistant Li Zheng was also ready to ignite.

...

On the other side, Wu Shu and Ou Xingzhuo adopted a different work division.

The Wandering Planet Project is divided into five steps.

1: Use engines to stop the Earth’s rotation. (The Braking Era)

2: Run engines at full power to reach escape velocity, leaving the Solar System. (The Escape Era)

3: Continue accelerating towards Proxima Centauri, 4.2 light-years away. (The Accelerated Wandering Era)

4: Decelerate and restore the Earth’s rotation. (The Decelerating Wandering Era)

5: Dock into the target star’s orbit, becoming its satellite. (New Sun Era)

Among these, the first two parts are the most difficult to calculate, including issues such as the gravity assist and the Roche limit.

The third and fourth steps are the simplest — as long as the distance and time are controlled, it’s just a middle school physics problem.

The fifth step has a moderate difficulty, comparable to high school physics level, solvable with knowledge of universal gravitation and circular motion.

Therefore, Wu Shu took charge of steps one and two, while Ou Xingzhuo handled the last three steps; then they would combine their work to complete the entire plan.

After dividing the tasks, Wu Shu shook his head, took a deep breath, and observed Li Zheng and Lin Yujing, who were already at work across the table, his expression gradually becoming fervent.

"Alright, alright... is it necessary to be this serious..." Ou Xingzhuo exclaimed in surprise, "You’re totally in an IPhO zone, aren’t you..."

"Rarely do we encounter such opponents. Don’t you want to conquer them?" Wu Shu flexed his fingers, picking up the pen with a sense of ceremony, "I played around in the Chem Competitions, losing doesn’t matter. But this time, it’s about letting Lake Ying know what Ren Da Fu is, and what it means to be a senior."

"Since you insist on it." Ou Xingzhuo laughed lightly and lifted his glasses, "Then I’ll get serious for once, too. Being a member of the Math Competitions team, these calculations are trivial for mental math."

"Less talking, just write the solutions down."

"Well... Alright then..."

...

The two teams stopped all idle chatter and started off at full capacity.

Draft papers and geometric diagrams piled up one after another, as though they had been printed out.

Even real scientists probably couldn’t match this level of madness.

This might not have happened even in scientific laboratories or university classrooms.

The problem was, this was just an ordinary McDonald’s.

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Whether it was the passersby eating their meals or the cleaners, all were utterly shocked, looking at the two tables of people as if they were observing aliens.

Indeed, some students would come to McDonald’s to study or do their homework.

But these two groups of people weren’t just doing problems.

They were slaying the problems!

Even ordinary people could sense their top-notch scholar aura.

Normally, if students occupied a dining table for studying, although no one would say anything, deep down, most people would have some objections.

But at that moment, no one complained, and no one dared to disturb them.

They just watched from a distance at this spectacle, feeling that their meal was worth it.

"Lele... look, these are what truly good students look like."

"I feel it. They are solving problems with their lives, with their souls."

"I just have one question: why do they all look so good?"

"This is what high school students in the Celestial Dynasty are like... Good thing I took the college entrance exam ten years ago..."

Interestingly, it wasn’t just passersby at the scene.

Because the cinema was close and it was the mealtime when movies ended, quite a few fans of Wandering Planet also happened to be here.

Occasionally hearing a snippet of their conversation or glancing at the equations on their draft papers easily attracted their attention.

As the saying goes, there are experts among the ordinary folks.

The ones who rushed for the first-day IMAX screening were bound to be experts, not just one of them.

Unlike most of the awestruck passersby, three or five of these experts were undaunted by the dense scholarly atmosphere, they put down their food and moved closer to this scholarly realm.

Among them, there was a middle-aged man in an ordinary jacket who moved the closest.

Compared with a typical middle-aged uncle, his side-parted hair was overly long—his large, thick plastic-framed glasses were too outdated, and his untrimmed beard was all the more brazen.

Although he looked somewhat sloppy, he also appeared very innocent, resembling the image of an intellectual from the early ’90s.

Behind him were several men and women in their twenties who at a glance appeared to be very good students.

The uncle didn’t get too close, from just the right distance he raised his glasses to better see the content on their draft papers, then he just chuckled indulgently,

"Not bad."

Having said that, he turned back to his own table, picked up his burger, and started nibbling on it with an air of indifference.

The other young people didn’t rush back, and they started discussing with interest.

"Teacher Jie said they are not bad..."

"That means they’re at least national competition level, right?"

"Not necessarily, at least training camp level."

"Now that you mention it... those watching the first screening really are from 985 universities upward..."

"Don’t say, their calculations do really make sense."

"Let’s go a bit closer... I even want to join..."

"What are you on about, you, a training camp boss from back in the day, competing with high school kids."

"Haha, competing in Chem Competitions was so much more fun than university, seeing them like this, who wouldn’t want to relive it?"

So, a few guys moved even closer.

The sole female among them wasn’t as interested in their competition but was more curious about the uncle; she returned to her seat in a few steps, moving closer to him.

"Teacher Jie, they seem to be having a competition, wanting to rewrite the Wandering Planet Project by themselves."

The uncle chewed his burger blandly: "I know."

"Can high schoolers do it?"

"Yes."

"Will there be difficulties in the orbital part?"

"Difficult?" The uncle absentmindedly replied, "Kepler’s laws, calculus, high school students know those, right? Anyway, I knew them at that age."

The woman swallowed and asked, "Can you tell which group is more formidable?"

"The one with the long hair," the uncle glanced casually, "They seem to calculate slower on the surface, but their logical coherence and intuition are better. High schoolers with such mutual understanding must have spent lots of time together."

"But it seems like the group with the short-haired girl is more stable, right?"

"It’s stable, but not extreme enough, and it lacks beauty,"

"Beauty?"

"Enough, you’re not up to par." The uncle casually waved his hand, "Spend a few years in the lab and then come talk to me."

"..." The girl instantly felt discouraged.

But not angry yet.

The uncle just looked nonchalant, wiping his mouth, "Tell them to hurry back and eat, I’m leaving, unless you want to figure out your own way back."

"Oh..." The girl sighed helplessly, stepped quickly to the back of the group, "Teacher Jie is leaving, anyone who wants a ride better come back and eat."

"Shh!"

"That’s really interesting..."

"That girl is crazy, she’s betting the Earth!"

"Quick, someone go get Teacher Jie to take a look..."

One of the young men couldn’t help but raise his voice a bit as if reminding Li Zheng, "The equation 1-18 could be streamlined further, in conjunction with 1-13..."

"!" Li Zheng suddenly put down his pen and turned back, glaring, "A true gentleman doesn’t speak while watching a game."

"..." The young man was startled, hastily raising his hand, "Sorry... won’t talk anymore..."

Li Zheng then turned back around, taking the latest draft paper from Lin Yujing to begin calculating.

The young men couldn’t say more, but they watched, itching to get involved.

Finally unable to stand it, they sent someone out to buy stationery while the rest gathered back at the table to discuss.

"She’s crazy... using the Sun as a tool..."

"In the setting, the Sun is already expanding, time is really tight, wouldn’t the Earth burn up?"

"But if successful, the wandering time could be shortened by 1000 years."

"More calculations are needed, lots more."

"Where’s the paper? The pens? Hurry up!"

"Forget the paper and pens for a moment... where’s Teacher Jie?"

The group looked around but didn’t see the uncle’s figure, and could only sigh.

"Thought Teacher Jie would be interested in this..."

"Wishful thinking, isn’t this too childish?"

"Teacher Jie probably already did the calculations in his head while watching the movie."

"He said at the end that several physical quantities in the movie were wrong... If the production crew made an error that’s fine, but if they deliberately gave the wrong parameters... then that’s sad for future basic education, the United Nations scientists are just like primary school kids, this is what happens when you rely on AI, all of Mos’s conspiracy, making humans dumb... just waiting until the right moment to fly away on their own."

"So it can be interpreted that way..."

"What about igniting Jupiter, does Teacher Jie think that’s feasible?"

"He didn’t say. He just said it’s not easy to make a movie like this, give the screenwriters a break."

"Damn it, the exam pass rate is so low, but they are not strict about this."

As they were talking, the shopping errand runner rushed in, gasping for air.

"The paper and pens are here."

"Let’s get to it!"

"We can’t be outdone by high school students."

"Could be our juniors or juniorettes in the future, we’ve got to show off."

"The short-haired one is mine."

"Get lost, she’s mine."

"Nobody wants the one with long hair?"

"Don’t dare..."

"Don’t dare..."

"Her equations are too domineering, can’t afford to provoke her..."

"Seems only that leather-jacket old guy could handle her."

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