Chapter 163
Chapter 163: Chapter 10 Miracles Chapter 163: Chapter 10 Miracles Xi’an People’s Park—
Children bounced around the square, tugging at their parents’ sleeves and cheering with joy:
“It’s a meteor!
It’s a meteor!!
The sky is full of meteors!”
“Wow!
Is this a meteor shower?
It feels hundreds of times more spectacular than in cartoons!”
“1, 2, 3, … too many to count!
There must be over a hundred meteors!”
“These meteors are so orderly!
They’re different from what the teacher taught us in the textbook…
These meteors are like combs!”
Shanxi University, sports field—
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Countless students stopped in their tracks on the track and the lawn, looking up at the splendid meteor shower in the sky:“So many meteors!
Where did they all come from?”
“Was there a forecast for a meteor shower today?
I don’t remember any… With such a terrifying scale, there should’ve been an announcement in advance!”
“Is this… really meteors?
Since when are meteors so big, last so long, and fly so slowly…”
“Indeed, these meteors feel too close, not like regular meteors.
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And the angle is too flat; what exactly are these things?”
…
Countless videos were taken and uploaded onto short video platforms.
The people in the surrounding area of Xi’an were all engaged in a heated discussion.
However, netizens from other provinces and cities, looking at the gorgeous footage of the meteor shower and then up at their own utterly calm night sky, were utterly baffled:
“What’s going on?
Aren’t meteor showers something the northern hemisphere can observe simultaneously?
Why is there nothing happening here?”
“Same here!
Didn’t see a single one!
Isn’t Xi’an just playing with special effects?”
“Utterly strange!
Could this be a meteor shower exclusively for Shanxi?
Which rich guy pulled this off?”
“Hiss… Meteor showers aren’t something that just any rich guy can manage, right?
What on earth is going on?
Hasn’t the official side given any explanation?”
…
At this moment.
In the southern sky of Xi’an, at an altitude of 4,000 meters.
A dozen Big Brown Bear 100-type planes were flying in an orderly trajectory.
Inside the leading “Big Brown Bear,” Lin Xian sat in the cockpit, and the voice of a crew member came through the intercom:
“The last wingsuit flyer has left the plane; all aircraft prepare to return according to the planned procedure.”
Lin Xian breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked through the cockpit windshield at the “meteors” below, which were gradually flying towards their respective safe landing points.
With this view… the plan had succeeded perfectly.
He smiled, watching as the cascade of sparks from the fireworks canisters on the wingsuit flyers began to peter out, disappearing into the night.
This was an artificially created meteor shower.
Yet it was more awe-inspiring and magnificent than a real meteor shower.
Half a month ago, after leaving Liu Feng’s house, Lin Xian had begun planning this “Meteor Shower Operation.”
For one, Li Qiqi’s lifelong wish was to see a meteor shower before she died, to make a wish under the meteors for Liu Feng’s “Introduction to the Cosmological Constant” to ultimately be recognized and accepted by the world.
Secondly, Liu Feng’s greatest aspiration was similarly to have Li Qiqi live to see the meteor shower at year’s end.
He didn’t know that Li Qiqi’s anticipation of the meteor shower was just for the purpose of making a wish, but it was also Liu Feng’s regret and desire.
Lin Xian and Li Qiqi shared the same goal—to hope that Liu Feng would pull himself together and re-engage in the research on the cosmological constant.
They were the only two people in the entire world who firmly believed that “Introduction to the Cosmological Constant” was correct.
Lin Xian knew because of his knowledge from the future world where the Genius Club had twice attempted to murder Big Face Cat’s father, hence learning that the cosmological constant of 42 was definitely not a trivial matter.
Li Qiqi, on the other hand, was even more “noble.” She simply believed that such a beautifully intricate derivation formula couldn’t possibly be wrong; or perhaps it was the power of love blinding her, since she firmly believed that Liu Feng must be correct.
But no matter what…
To get Liu Feng to regain his confidence and step onto the right path, this meteor shower was a necessity.
Because he had won the city parkour championship three times in high school, Lin Xian knew quite a bit about extreme sports.
The Red Bull company had sponsored many death-defying projects related to wingsuit flying… Lin Xian’s most memorable was the “artificial meteor” one—
Wingsuit flyers were transported to heights of three to four thousand meters by a parachute plane, then, equipped with gear and parachutes, they would jump from the plane to glide freely through the sky with the help of the wind.
Meanwhile, the fireworks canisters strapped to the end of the wingsuit would activate, and as the flyers traced their paths through the sky, the canisters would shoot fireworks behind them… creating a simple “artificial meteor.”
The principle was actually very straightforward.
The difficulty lay in coordination and communication with official organizations, flight permissions, and finding athletes willing to take the risk.
Relative to that, finding athletes was easy.
With Lin Xian’s generous sponsorship, there were many volunteers.
Extreme sports enthusiasts loved the thrill, and over a hundred professional athletes were quickly found.
As for official support and permissions, it indeed cost Lin Xian quite a lot of money.
But being able to solve it with money was fortunate.
In Xi’an, the officials happened to be preparing to develop a world-class extreme sports base and needed a spectacular opening act.
Lin Xian’s proposal coincided with their plans, so they green-lighted many aspects of the operation.
The Big Brown Bear 100-type planes were circling down…
Lin Xian took out his phone and opened the banking app.
It showed that his account balance had dropped to over 70 million.
All in all, this grand meteor shower operation had cost nearly 30 million yuan… but this amount of money was nothing to Lin Xian.
With the cash cows like Rhein Cat and Rhine Moisturizing Cream, he would earn back the money in two or three months.
Liu Feng, as the original author of “Introduction to the Cosmological Constant” and the person second only to Big Face Cat’s father to nearly grasp the truth of 42, felt that investing in Lin Xian was still very worthwhile.
“I hope Liu Feng can cheer up soon,”
Lin Xian locked his phone.
He cast a final glance at the northern suburbs of Xi’an…
He knew that in a certain small courtyard amongst the myriad twinkling lights, Liu Feng and Li Qiqi must have witnessed the beautiful meteor shower just now.
At least, Li Qiqi’s regret should have been made up for, right?
If he went back into the dream to check the ancient book unearthed 600 years ago…
the contents of the small card inside would surely change as well.
Just…
“When exactly did Li Qiqi write that small card?”
In the sky, the fireworks trailing from the last wingsuit flier extinguished…
He pulled his parachute and drifted down slowly, as the entire night sky returned to tranquility.
…
In the suburban courtyard.
Liu Feng squinted, looking towards the southern sky…
He mostly understood the truth behind the meteor shower.
If you looked closely, you could still spot the flying formation and the blinking navigation lights on the small planes.
Squeak—
Behind him, the door was pushed open by Li Qiqi’s wheelchair.
Liu Feng hurried over to pull the door open, looking at Li Qiqi:
“What gift, all shrouded in mystery…
”
Li Qiqi cast a nostalgic look at the quiet sky, chuckled, and pulled out a beautifully covered book from under the blanket, then, trembling with both hands as though she was using all her strength…
she handed it to Liu Feng.
“This is…”
Liu Feng saw the gilded title on the cover, gasped in cool air, and his eyes filled with disbelief:
Introduction to the Cosmological Constant
Author: Liu Feng
This…
How is it possible?
No one wanted to publish my book!
And I’ve never approached a publisher…
All the conjectures in this book are wrong, who would dare publish such misleading literature?
Liu Feng opened the cover, only to find that not only was his photo printed on the title page, but there was also an author’s bio underneath:
[Liu Feng, born in April 1996 in Shanxi, China, entered the Mathematics Department of Shanxi University in 2014, devoted himself to the study of the cosmological constant after obtaining his master’s degree in 2021, and has condensed his research into this book.]
However, there was no information on the publisher’s page.
Not even the publisher’s information, nor the price…
“Hehe, I had it made by a merchant on Taobao.”
Li Qiqi stuck out her tongue sheepishly, her breath somewhat weak, half-squinting, looking up at Liu Feng:
“Although…
No one is willing to publish this book now, no one is willing to acknowledge it’s correct, and there is only this one copy in the entire world…
”
“But I believe that one day…
this book will be translated into dozens of languages, placed in every bookstore around the world, alongside ‘Theory of Relativity,’ ‘A Brief History of Time,’ ‘From One to Infinity’…
”
“I believe that will happen,” Li Qiqi squeezed out a smile, leaning back in her wheelchair, looking at Liu Feng, whose image was blurring in her sight:
“Because I…
made a wish…”
Liu Feng’s hands trembled as he turned to the last page of the book.
A small card was tucked inside the back cover…
The black ink on it was not yet dry, obviously written by Li Qiqi just after she entered the room.
Picking it up to read the content, Liu Feng bit his lip, tears already irresistibly dripping down.
He placed it back inside the cover, afraid his falling tears would blur the already faint handwriting.
“Feng Feng…
I’m so cold…”
Li Qiqi’s breath was faint as she murmured.
Liu Feng was about to push her back into the house, but when he placed her ice-cold hands under the blanket…
he seemed to realize something.
“Feng Feng…
hold me…”
Liu Feng knelt in front of the wheelchair, tightly embracing Qi Qi, who was so thin she seemed almost weightless.
“How beautiful…” The Li Qiqi in his arms became devoid of strength.
Her eyes, gazing skyward, saw the pupils gradually dispersing.
As if she could see the meteor shower that had descended for her minutes ago.
As if she could see the rows of “Introduction to the Cosmological Constant,” the lines of simple yet exquisite derivations, hundreds of years later in a bookstore.
“It’s all so beautiful…”
Amidst her contented smile.
Qi Qi slowly closed her eyes…