Chapter 113: The Unremarkable Mr. Zhuang

Looking at the title and details page displayed on the computer, the younger sister asked doubtfully, "Can someone really decrypt paradoxes and propose new theories?"

The older sister scrutinized the page. "According to the details page, it says that the host, Jiang Zhe, solved them all by himself without a script. Let's watch it first."

Pointing to the end of the details page, the younger sister said in surprise, "Look, there's also the paradox proposed by our Professor Zhuang; it's the very problem he lectured on today."

The older sister hadn't actually planned to watch Jiang Zhe's show in depth, but the key was that Jiang Zhe's solutions to paradoxes and philosophical problems had reached their own mentor's doorstep.

At this point, the two of them had no choice but to watch.

However, they didn't believe that someone could achieve continuity in decrypting paradoxes.

The details page stated that Jiang Zhe alone had solved the Grandfather Paradox, the Bootstrap Paradox, the Ship of Theseus, and several other scientific enigmas.

Even if these difficult problems were placed before the scientific community, those gold-tier professors might not necessarily be able to solve them definitively.

Let alone a 24-year-old host!

As time passed...

Inside the room, only the humming of the air conditioner's warm air remained.

The expressions of the two women also shifted from their original disdain to solemnity.

5:00 AM.

As Jiang Zhe's closing words in the video played.

"Alright, today's decryption and science popularization has ended; when we have time in the future, we will continue the topic of reality and illusion following Zhuang Zhou Dreams of a Butterfly."

"See you tomorrow."

Only then did they recover from the immersive and serious atmosphere.

The sisters looked at each other, the expressions on their faces somewhat strange.

Jiang Zhe had dabbled in everything from basic science to quantum science, biology, astronomy, geography, and psychology.

These four episodes looked like a professional scientific team was promoting a single person for their debut.

Furthermore, the answer to every question Jiang Zhe gave wasn't nonsense; they had actual counterparts in reality and cases that had truly occurred.

If one were to say...

What exactly was Jiang Zhe lacking?

It was probably only the in-depth experimental data for each case.

But after watching the video, the two women were already convinced that Jiang Zhe's level was no lower than theirs; he was even at the level of a gold-tier professor.

"Sister, what do you think of him and the content he decrypted and proposed?"

"I..."

The older sister hesitated for a moment, putting herself in his shoes. "The disciplines and directions he mentioned are also what we are currently researching; right now, I know I can't reach his level."

The younger sister said thoughtfully, "Yes, Jiang Zhe's way of solving paradoxes is very novel, and the Theory of Cosmic Circulation he proposed was even corroborated by Professor Hua Yunfeng and Professor Feng Zhiyuan from the University of Science and Technology; our universe is a cycle."

Then, the younger sister took out her phone to check Baidu Baike. Pointing at the information on the screen, she said in disbelief, "But Jiang Zhe only graduated from the Suzhou Communication University; how did he have so much time to learn so much knowledge that no one else understood? I even checked his college entrance exam and high school entrance exam scores, which were dug up by netizens on the paradox website; they weren't very outstanding!"

The older sister shook her head. "That's exactly the unbelievable part."

The younger sister said, "If all else fails, let's go find the teacher."

"It's only five o'clock. Let's take a shower first and go when the teacher wakes up."

"Mhm."

Time flew by.

Soon, snowplows appeared on campus, clearing the snow piled up by the roadside.

The two women put on black cotton coats and headed to the cafeteria.

A simple meal of steamed buns and fried dough sticks.

While they were eating, they could occasionally hear people discussing the content of those four video episodes.

At the next table, there were several male and female top students from the science department discussing it.

The two women looked over at the sound.

"Did everyone see that video? It's from Suzhou TV Station."

"I saw it, watched them all. It's about high school level; Jiang Zhe is very good at imagining things. He combines real-life cases and uses professional terms to label them with meaning."

"I see it that way too. His first episode on Quantum Mechanics and Telepathy—to laypeople, it looks very impressive. But in reality... I got goosebumps. You should know, quanta don't carry information. A sister in Africa encounters a life-or-death crisis, and the sister back home can sense it; that's a bit ridiculous. He dragged in Quantum Entanglement; even if the quanta in the sister's body deflected a bit, why would the sister back home also entangle? It's not that he's wrong, but he can't provide evidence. Anyone can talk big without proof, right?"

"And the livestream that ended last night about quantum consciousness and the soul. He said—the soul appears out of thin air; it's a product that emerges as a child's brain gradually develops. Primarily, as soon as a newborn is born, there are basic neurons in the brain interacting and generating information. If Jiang Zhe had said the soul is there as soon as a child is born, I could at least respect him a bit more."

"I used directional tracking technology to look into it, and I found that this advertisement wasn't sent to me by the TV station or the livestream room. It's like an Artificial Intelligence suddenly generated an ad for me. I also checked other students who received the ad and found that the video had over forty different titles. Big data targeted and changed the titles to send them to us. This technology is incredibly eerie, it's impressive!"

"..."

The sisters watched as the other top students nitpicked.

But those nitpicks were completely ignorable, and they also knew—

In the world of top students and academic geniuses, rigor is a good thing, but excessive rigor is just jealousy.

In the eyes of the two women, Jiang Zhe's analysis was fine in its broad strokes and fine in its minor directions; the only issues were in the details.

Later, they had also watched Wang Lin's livestream. Wang Lin mainly supplemented some details; once supplemented, everything Jiang Zhe had conceived could be fully completed.

Therefore, there was nothing wrong with Jiang Zhe's livestream content!

The younger sister showed a mocking expression. "Some top students are getting anxious, haha!"

The older sister raised a finger and said seriously, "Some people can't stand others being better than them. Stop talking, let's go find the teacher."

...

A certain professor's dormitory.

It was called a dormitory, but it was actually a residential area within the academy.

Professor Zhuang lived in a two-bedroom apartment; the three-bedroom apartments were reserved for families of three.

At seven in the morning, a silver-haired, elegant old man dressed decently in a black Zhongshan suit was sitting on the balcony, soaking in the warm sun.

The rocking chair beneath him swayed occasionally, appearing very, even extremely, leisurely!

He was rapidly manipulating a Pear 17 phone in his hand, seemingly playing some mobile battle game.

The sisters knocked on the door, and finding no response from inside, they pushed the door open and walked in.

They glanced at the professor sunbathing on the windowsill and were speechless.

"Teacher is playing games again. Oh, teacher took a bath today; his hair isn't messy."

"Last night I checked his Weibo and Zhihu. He posted over a hundred comments in one night. Ninety-seven people scolded him, and he didn't even reply."

"Forget it, forget it. Let's go make some tea."

The older sister checked and saw the tea on the table wasn't hot. She placed the steamed buns and fried dough sticks down, then turned to boil water and pick tea leaves for the professor.

Yes, Professor Zhuang was very lazy and had only two hobbies in this life.

1: Surfing the internet, playing games—and he even spent money on them—then reading the news, and finally reading academic reports. If he saw something he didn't like, he would curse their ancestors; if he saw something positive, he would instantly transform into a saintly teacher.

2: Being the ordinary Mr. Zhuang who teaches. He never dressed up when going out, as long as his face was clean. He would then talk grandly about astronomy, geography, and philosophy with his students with messy hair, often leaving them with no sense of immersion.

After finishing everything, the two women skillfully pulled Professor Zhuang's rocking chair from the balcony into the room.

"Hey, I was enjoying the sun perfectly fine. Why did you push me in? How annoying!"

The older sister ignored him, then turned Professor Zhuang's rocking chair around, snatched his phone, and said reproachfully, "Teacher, how old are you? Still like a child. The phone still has 60% battery, you've already played for two hours. You're not allowed to play anymore. Be good!"

" I haven't even played for 2.5 hours yet. Let me play for another half hour."

"No, you can't play anymore. It's bad for your eyesight."

Professor Zhuang looked aggrieved and turned the rocking chair back around himself. "Hmph!"

The younger sister raised her hand and turned the rocking chair back. "Handsome old man, don't be angry. Speaking of which, the two of us have been gossiped about by outsiders recently. Please be more diligent. Quite a few students and teachers are saying we're your little mistresses."

There was clearly some dissatisfaction in the two women's tone.

Professor Zhuang, however, didn't mind at all and smiled arrogantly. "Don't care about what they say or do. Those female professors are just jealous of this handsome old man. They can't have me, so they slander me."

"The kids are jealous they didn't become my disciples, so they smear me. As long as you two don't actually become my little mistresses, it's fine."

As soon as these words came out, the corners of the two women's mouths twitched slightly out of habit.

The professor picked up his teacup, sipped his tea, and looked at the two women playfully. "You're 30 minutes earlier than usual today. Usually, I can play 2.5 hours of games before you arrive. Do you have something to discuss with me today?"

The two women thought for a moment and said in unison, "Jiang Zhe."

As soon as those words were spoken, Professor Zhuang's playful mood vanished instantly, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

Because the gold-tier professor, Mr. Zhuang, knew of Jiang Zhe.