The Academic Superstar's Research Summoning System

Chapter 30 When Gods Fight, Mortals Suffer

Back in the dormitory, it was pitch black.

Zhang Wei and the others weren't there; they probably took advantage of the break after evening self-study to go to the night market near the school gate to buy some late-night snacks.

Lu Feng didn't turn on the main light in the dormitory, but instead turned on the small desk lamp on his desk.

A soft, warm yellow halo spreads out, isolating the small space of the desk from the surrounding darkness and creating a unique sense of focus.

He took three thick, hardcover books out of his bag and laid them out in a row.

Classical Electrodynamics, Introduction to Plasma Physics, and Fundamental Theory and Applications of Superconductivity.

Opening the first book, Maxwell's equations, this is completely different from high school physics.

What we learned in high school is nothing more than a grain of sand in this grand theory.

Behind familiar terms like Ampere's circuital law, Gauss's magnetic law, and Lorentz force lie complex calculations of curl and divergence.

Lu Feng tried to do the first exercise at the back of the book, deriving the Lagrange of a moving charge in a uniform magnetic field.

Electricity is a very abstract thing; you can see it but you can't touch it. Who would dare to mess with electricity?

He rubbed his temples, closed his textbook, and turned back to look at the blueprint for the electromagnetic gun in his mind, as well as the chaotic blackboard writings Tesla had left in the inner space.

With real-world problems as a guide, looking at these theories from the opposite perspective makes the thinking much clearer.

"So Tesla's boundary reconstruction was to satisfy a specific solution to this equation..."

"Picosecond pulses are used to inject energy into the core instantaneously before the plasma experiences the skin effect..."

Just as he was engrossed in watching, the system's public chat channel suddenly started flashing.

[Isaac Newton]: @Nikola Tesla, can the concept of "field" you proposed be essentially regarded as an elastic deformation of the ether? The speed at which it transmits force is finite, does this mean that the propagation of gravity also takes time?

[Nikola Tesla]: @Isaac Newton, Sir, your idea is too bold! But "field" is not ether, it is a property of space itself! Gravity is the curvature of spacetime, and electromagnetism is the interaction of gauge fields! They both travel at the speed of light!

[Isaac Newton]: Spacetime curvature? Gaussian field?

[Nikola Tesla]: Simply put, you can think of space as a giant elastic membrane...

On the screen, light and shadow flashed rapidly, and two masters from different eras presented formulas and theories.

Lu Feng was amazed by what he saw.

Just then, two messages popped up simultaneously.

[Isaac Newton]: @Lu Feng, what do you think?

[Nikola Tesla]: @Lu Feng, what do you think?

Lu Feng: "..."

Good heavens, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

You two, one a grandfather of classical physics and the other a god of alternating current, are asking me, a newbie who's just started studying electrodynamics?

But he knew he had to answer.

Because he was the only bridge connecting these two giants.

Lu Feng took a deep breath, focused intently, and began typing on the virtual keyboard.

[Lu Feng]: Gentlemen, I think the point of your argument lies in the frame of reference. Sir Isaac Newton's mechanics system is based on the concept of absolute space and time, while Mr. Tesla's theory is based on the concept of relative space and time. Perhaps we can try to regard gravity as a geometric effect, while electromagnetism is an interaction.

The public channel exploded instantly.

Nikola Tesla: Geometrizing electromagnetism? My God! That's insane!

[Isaac Newton]: Brilliant! If gravity is the geometry of four-dimensional spacetime, then the geometry of higher dimensions can completely describe other forces! How come I never thought of that!

Lu Feng watched the heated discussion that had reignited between the two on the screen. This issue should still be discussed by these two.

You can discuss it, I won't disturb you.

Lu Feng turned off the chat channel, picked up his water glass, and drank the remaining half-bottle of mineral water in one gulp.

So tired.

"Click".

The dormitory door was pushed open, and Zhang Wei and a few others walked in carrying large and small bags of snacks and flyers.

"Old Lu, you didn't go out?" Zhang Wei threw a bag of potato chips on Lu Feng's table, plopped down on his bed, and looked utterly hopeless.

"You went to hand out flyers?" Lu Feng raised an eyebrow as he looked at the thick stack of colorful papers in his hand.

"Don't even mention it!" Zhang Wei said with a look of grief and indignation. "On the way to buy things, we were stopped by several senior female students from clubs who forced them on us, saying that the clubs were recruiting new members next week and that we absolutely had to come."

"There's an anime club, a roller skating club, a Hanfu club... all sorts of things, but to be honest, the senior who hands out flyers is really pretty, she's incredibly beautiful," another roommate chuckled and added.

Zhang Wei pulled one out of a pile of flyers and handed it to Lu Feng: "Look, there's also that cosplay club. They seem to be releasing a full skin series for League of Legends this year. It looks pretty convincing."

Lu Feng took the flyer, glanced at it, and casually tossed it on the table. His gaze then shifted to Zhang Wei, who was slumped on the bed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Interested in a thrilling game of Texas Hold'em?"

Zhang Wei's eyes lit up instantly, and he sat bolt upright in bed: "Texas Hold'em?"

"That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear!"

"Come on, brothers, let's get started!"

Five minutes later, the familiar suitcase card table was set up again in the open space in the middle of the dormitory.

"The usual routine?" one of my roommates asked.

"I'm tired of eating Want Want Milk Candy." Zhang Wei waved his hand and pulled a cardboard box from under his bed, which was full of things.

"Let's bet on this tonight!"

He took a pack of tissues out of the suitcase and slammed it down on the suitcase.

"Vinda classic style, triple-layered and thickened, soft and gentle on the skin, a must-have for home, travel, and gaming in the dorm! Ten yuan a pack, fair and honest!"

Lu Feng almost burst out laughing.

Goodness, the stakes have been raised.

Tissues are definitely considered strategic resources in boys' dormitories.

"Okay, let's bet on this!"

"Deal the cards! Deal the cards!"

The game begins.

In the first hand, Lu Feng's hole cards were the 3 of spades, the 5 of diamonds, and the 8 of clubs—a standard loose hand.

He glanced at it and casually tossed two tissues in.

"I followed."

After several rounds, the tissues on the table piled up higher and higher.

Zhang Wei held the cards in his hand, sweat beading on his forehead. He had clearly gotten a strong hand and was afraid someone would steal it.

In the final round, only Lu Feng and Zhang Wei remained.

"Should we open it or not?" Lu Feng asked with a smile.

"Open!" Zhang Wei gritted his teeth and slammed the three cards in his hand onto the suitcase. "Two of spades, four of spades, five of spades, a straight flush!"

A confident smile spread across his face.

Lu Feng didn't speak, and slowly turned over his cards.

Three Jacks, a leopard!

Zhang Wei's smile froze instantly.

Damn, what kind of luck is this?

The dormitory was quiet for a second, then erupted into deafening laughter.

"Hahaha! A straight flush was eaten by a three-of-a-kind! Wei Ge, your luck is unbelievable!"

Zhang Wei watched helplessly as Lu Feng gathered the mountain of tissues on the table into his arms.

"Old Lu, did you go to the temple to pray today? Your luck is incredible!"

Lu Feng shrugged, stacked the dozen or so packs of tissues he had won under his table, and was in a good mood.

There's nothing I can do, I'm just too lucky.

That night, Lu Feng became the biggest "paper" collector in the dormitory, winning a fortune.

When the lights-out signal sounded at midnight, Zhang Wei's bed was empty, while Lu Feng's desk had become a small tissue box warehouse.