Chapter 102: Presenting the paper on the spot?

microtubules...

To the experts in the lecture hall, this was actually not an unfamiliar term.

Most scholars knew that—

microtubules, full name microtubule structures, are a type of structure within human eukaryotic cells.

These microtubules are found in most cells throughout the body, except for prokaryotic cells.

At the same time, microtubule structures are the roads or bridges between cells. With roads, naturally, there is a need for trucks.

And Motor Proteins are the trucks on these complex, densely packed roads—responsible for the task of transporting macromolecular nutrients to various organs of the human body.

They weren't unfamiliar with the Quantum Soul Theory, but they just didn't know what its contents actually were!

At this moment, a young man in the audience raised his hand. "Professor Hua, I've forgotten what microtubules are. Can you explain? I've forgotten everything I learned before."

Professor Hua Yunfeng frowned. How could someone not remember something so simple? Were college students these days really this poor?

The young man smiled and picked up his phone, pointing at it.

On the phone screen, it was filled with the confusion of the bullet chat audience.

"Damn, what are microtubules? Is it okay to bully me, a middle schooler, like this?"

"Yeah, yeah, who can tell me?"

"If they told you, would you even understand? It's a bunch of technical jargon; you wouldn't get it even if you heard it."

"This... can that little brother upstairs use that as a way to show off? It's just that I don't have time to explain."

Professor Hua Yunfeng realized that it was the audience in Jiang Zhe's livestream asking.

He first glanced at Jiang Zhe on the big screen and found that Jiang Zhe was frowning in recollection, seemingly thinking about something.

Professor Hua Yunfeng had been robbed of the chance to popularize science by Jiang Zhe several times before. This time, he had to be faster than Jiang Zhe, even if the knowledge was extremely simple!

Just as Professor Hua Yunfeng was about to start explaining, Jiang Zhe beat him to it by a step.

"So, what are microtubules?"

"They are actually a kind of highway within our human body."

"To give a small example—"

"If a patient's spleen is sick or lacking in nutrients, then we need to take care of the spleen, right?"

"How do we take care of it? Through medicine, diet therapy, or other methods."

"At this time, when we take medicine, the medicine goes from the starting point, which is our mouth, to the destination, the spleen."

"We eat food or medicine, and they are digested by stomach acid. After digestion, a series of energy is supplied to the whole body."

"How is it supplied to the whole body? Naturally, it requires that invisible road inside the human body. That road is the microtubule structure hidden within the cells."

"With a highway, how can it work without cars on it?"

"Thus, the trucks within the body, namely Motor Proteins, appear."

"Afterward, Motor Proteins play the role of trucks transporting macromolecules of nutrients, delivering them to our spleen."

"Slowly, our spleen will be gradually healed!"

"That is the function of the microtubule structure!"

As the string of words fell, Professor Hua Yunfeng looked like he had lost all hope.

He found that this was a curse; every time it was his turn, Jiang Zhe would always be one step ahead of him with a telepathic timing.

In helplessness, he looked at the student. "Young man, from now on, whenever he's doing science popularization, I definitely won't speak!"

The student scratched his head in confusion, not knowing what had happened.

At this moment, in the livestream, the bullet chat was flying rapidly.

"So microtubules are the highways in the human body, and Motor Proteins are the trucks. Got it."

"This explanation is so easy to understand; even as a middle schooler, I'm listening with great interest."

"Speaking of which, is the soul hidden in these highways? Why does it feel a bit like a scam?"

"Yeah, this highway is the soul? It really feels a bit fake!"

The biologists shared the same thoughts as the audience.

They also frowned, finding it difficult to understand. microtubules are structures found throughout the entire human body.

Saying the soul is hidden in the highway was a bit too far-fetched, wasn't it?

It wasn't that they thought Jiang Zhe had run out of tricks or was just a flash in the pan. After all, Jiang Zhe never did anything he wasn't sure of; there must be a deeper meaning!

As the experts expected, Jiang Zhe didn't pause much and continued to explain with a smile:

"No doubt many people are curious—"

"How could the soul be hidden in microtubules?"

"Where's the evidence, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded repeatedly.

They wouldn't accept anything without evidence.

"As you all think, the soul is naturally not hidden in most of a person's microtubules."

Facing the camera, he pointed to his brain, his tone very certain.

"And what I'm saying about where consciousness actually is, it's naturally hidden in the microtubule channels of human neurons!"

"Everyone, don't worry, let me explain it slowly."

After saying this, he smiled slightly and then reached into his suit's inner pocket to take out the only piece of evidence for today, which he had redeemed from the system mall.

A blue-covered book appeared before everyone; when they saw the book, they looked closely.

"Orchestrated Objective Reduction Theory."

Below it was a string of English letters: Orch-OR Theory.

"What is Orchestrated Objective Reduction Theory, Orch-OR Theory?"

"Is there such a theory?"

"I searched online, why isn't there such a theory?"

While the audience was confused, the experts in the lecture hall couldn't help but widen their eyes.

They realized after the fact—could the "Quantum Soul Theory" Jiang Zhe mentioned before be a name he made up himself?

And the actual theory was actually the unpublished theory in Jiang Zhe's hands at this moment?

At the thought of this, all the physicists and biologists showed joy in their eyes.

"Holy shit, is he going to publish a theory on the spot at the Television Station?"

"Hahaha, I checked academic websites and foreign journals, and there's no such theory; this means it was written by Jiang Zhe himself!"

"I want to see if his theories can explain the existence of the soul!"

"..."

Professor Hua Yunfeng and Old Feng's eyes were even more shining.

This theory was indeed appearing for the first time!

As long as there was something in the theory that matched most of their knowledge, they would definitely clear Jiang Zhe's name!

At this time, in the leadership conference room.

Old Zhao, Old Wang, Wang Lin, and Xiao Shiyi were all stunned.

They all knew Jiang Zhe was giving an impromptu speech today, and they were already incredibly amazed by his knowledge reserve.

Until now...

Many leaders present looked like they had lost all hope.

They always felt that living and working with Jiang Zhe was exhausting!

Wang Lin gave an embarrassed smile. "Hehe... You really can't believe the words of a Study God: [I didn't prepare today, I'm going to give an impromptu speech]. We can accept an impromptu speech, but you're spouting all kinds of secret information so easily, and it's all correct; and now, you've gone and given us a theory that's never been published before; and you're publishing it right during a Television Station program, near the end..."

"I don't know what to say, I'm kneeling before you!"

Wang Lin almost actually knelt down to Jiang Zhe!

Xiao Shiyi looked at the weak-kneed Wang Lin and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

So he quickly extended a leg, allowing the weak-kneed Wang Lin to successfully lean on it, fortunately preventing him from actually kneeling.

"Thanks."

Old Zhao and Old Wang looked at each other, and the two elders nodded helplessly; they were used to Jiang Zhe's exaggeration.

But for the Television Station, the more exaggerated, the better; Jiang Zhe's exaggeration was different from others'.

Others' exaggeration—nonsense from beginning to end, starting strong but ending weak, with no head or tail, and no scientific basis.

On the other hand, Jiang Zhe's exaggeration—[You say I'm exaggerating? How is that possible? Here, all the evidence you want is right here. What? You say you've never seen this evidence? Sorry, this evidence is my original work.]

In comparison, that was how it was. The two elders naturally felt extremely tired, but at the same time, a trace of an excited smile appeared on their faces; they had truly found a treasure!

At this time, in the monitoring department.

After Old Wang saw this news, he was already unfazed. He turned to look at Little Li. "The ratings have gone up again, right?"

Little Li, who was in front of the monitoring screen, nodded blankly: "Yes, Uncle Wang."

"Then stop looking at that, come over and watch his new theory with me."

"Coming!"

...

At this time, in every household in Su City.

The expressions of all the students and children's parents were very complex.

Many middle-aged and elderly people didn't know Jiang Zhe's age, so they immediately went online to check: 24 years old.

Well, that was still acceptable.

But at 24 years old, using a Television Station to publish a theory was a bit too exaggerated, wasn't it?

And it was a theory about the soul...

Those parents looked at their own children who were playing games, singing, or hanging out outside, and felt exhausted, inevitably feeling tired.

"We're all human, but at 24, he's deciphering unsolved mysteries and paradoxes on TV; when my 24-year-old child sees someone coming to collect the electricity bill, he actually says in a cutesy voice: [My parents aren't home, please come back next time ba!]"

"My heart is so tired. Regardless of whether this theory is correct or not, Host Jiang's ability is not something ordinary people, or even graduate students and professors, can compare to."

"I'm curious to see what kind of theory this is!"

Amidst these voices of shock, confusion, or doubt, Jiang Zhe on the big screen spoke again.

"Yes, as you all see, this is my unpublished thesis."