Chapter 65: A Trump Card from the Future, a Frenzy in the Academic Circle

Professor Jiang Yi's statement was merely a pebble tossed into a tranquil lake.

The one that truly stirred up monstrous waves was that silent yet overwhelmingly powerful "Future Data Packet."

Like a ghostly directive, it pierced through China's top-tier, heavily guarded academic firewalls, precisely reaching the terminal of every designated individual.

It was neither a virus nor an attack.

It was merely an invitation, an invitation from the future to the sanctuary of truth.

And for those scholars who had dedicated their entire lives to exploration and the pursuit of knowledge, this invitation was an irresistible demonic whisper, the forbidden fruit of Eden brimming with supreme glory.

Late at night, at the National Supercomputing Center, Artificial Intelligence Division.

The air was filled only with the low hum of servers and the crisp clicking of keyboards.

Dr. Chen Jing, a leading figure in China's domestic AI field, was lost in thought as she stared at the lines of code on her screen.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly.

Her pupils, constricted to two tiny points from extreme focus, were firmly nailed deep into that ocean of data streams.

"Strong Artificial Intelligence Emotional Logic Generation Module."

This title alone was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

This was the phantom she had chased for half her life, the bottomless chasm lying between artificial intelligence and true "wisdom."

Despite exhausting all her efforts, she had only managed to catch a faint, blurry glimpse of the opposite shore from this side of the abyss.

And now, an entire grand bridge leading to the other side, constructed from flawless underlying algorithms, was presented before her in its complete, pristine clarity.

Every single function and variable radiated the light of wisdom that transcended this era; they nested within one another and possessed self-consistent logic, forming a perfect closed loop of infinite possibilities.

This was fundamentally not code that humans could write at the current stage.

This was a miracle.

It was the Genesis Gospel belonging to the field of AI...

She felt her soul trembling. The academic cognitive system she had built over a lifetime was shattered to pieces before this "divine oracle" from the future, only to be reassembled in a much grander and more magnificent manner.

Fear of the "blockade" against Longhai University? Hesitation about choosing a side?

At this very moment of touching the truth, those concerns appeared so laughable and utterly insignificant.

She did not even hesitate for a single second.

She trembled, not out of fear, but from an extreme, irrepressible euphoria.

She opened her personal social media account, deleted all drafts, her fingertips turning white from pressing too hard, and typed out a line of text, word by word.

"Starting today, I, Chen Jing, am joining Longhai!"

Almost at the same time.

Thousands of miles away, in a quaint study.

A towering figure in domestic hydraulic engineering, nearly seventy-year-old Professor Zhou, was staring fixedly at a technical document through his reading glasses.

"Nondestructive Real-Time Water Quality Monitoring Based on the Quantum Tunneling Effect."

His breathing grew heavy, and the veins on the hand gripping the mouse stood out prominently.

For decades, he had traveled across the country's great rivers and lakes, exhausting his heart and soul for the safety and purification of water resources.

He knew all too well how significant the lag and limitations of existing monitoring technologies were.

By the time pollution was discovered, it had often already caused irreversible damage.

Yet the proposal before his eyes... it was not a mere improvement, nor an optimization.

It was subversion! A thorough revolution from the very roots!

It was enough to allow the state of every single drop of water to be monitored in real-time and without destruction.

What did this mean?

It meant that the nation's entire water resource security system would leap into an entirely new era!

This was not merely a piece of technical data.

This was the destiny of the nation! It was a supreme merit that would bless generations to descendants for eternity!

Old Professor Zhou slowly removed his glasses, using the back of his rough hand to wipe away the murky tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

He thought of those murky rivers, and of the common people running about just for a sip of clean water.

What was the so-called "academic blockade" alliance worth in the face of such a noble cause of serving the country?

With trembling hands, he picked up his phone and dialed the number of his proudest student.

"Little Li, help me issue a statement."

"Just say that this old bone of mine is going to Longhai University to contribute whatever remaining strength I have left."

"Longhai University, wait for old Zhou!"

In the physics community...

A middle-aged physicist known for his rigorous approach stared at the unbelievably concise material formula on his screen, plunging into a prolonged, deathly silence.

Then, he abruptly stood up, his movement so violent that his chair was knocked backward, producing a loud crash.

Yet he seemed completely unaware of it.

"Room-temperature superconductivity..."

He muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, a fire unlike anything ever seen burning in his eyes.

"So that was it... So that was it! We were all looking in the wrong direction! All of us!"

In the biology community...

A young genius in genetic engineering was trembling all over with excitement in front of an introductory key to "genetic programming," almost smashing his keyboard to pieces.

Chemistry, materials, energy, information...

In every corner of the Chinese academic circle, a silent storm was unfolding simultaneously.

Those subversive technical materials from the future, capable of altering the world's landscape, acted like precisely dropped trump cards, completely shattering the last line of defense called "reason" in the hearts of all top scholars.

The fear of being "blockaded" and the calculation of worldly affairs appeared so minuscule, so humble, and so ridiculous before the supreme yearning for unknown truth.

They had gone mad!

The entire academic circle had completely gone mad!

This long-suppressed madness finally converged into an unprecedented super tsunami on social networking platforms.

Beneath Dr. Chen Jing's earth-shattering statement, one resounding name after another in the domestic academic circle began to appear in rapid succession.

"Count me in for Longhai University!" —— Renowned materials scientist, Liu Mingyuan.

"Old Zhou has gone, how could I fall behind? I'm going too! Count me in!" —— Hydraulic engineering expert, Sun Jianguo.

"To continue the extinguished teachings for past sages, though millions may bar the way, I shall go! Longhai, I am coming!" —— Paleography research scholar, Li Mo.

One.

Ten.

Dozens!

Those names, which ordinarily only appeared in national-level journals and state television documentaries, were now densely packed across everyone's phone screens in an unprecedented fashion.

Every single one of them was a towering giant in their respective field, a "great deity" that countless universities would exhaust all resources to invite as a pillar.

And now, as if they had agreed upon it beforehand, they published public statements in the most direct and resolute manner, announcing that they would follow in Professor Jiang Yi's footsteps and join that Longhai University which had not even been fully constructed yet.

They vowed to live and die with Longhai University!

The momentum and sheer scale of this spontaneously formed "bandwagon" craze among China's top scholars completely exceeded everyone's imagination.

It was no longer an undercurrent.

It was an unstoppable, network-sweeping open conspiracy!

Previously, the university alliance led by Peking University had spared no effort, believing they could choke Longhai University's throat with their "academic blockade." Yet, before this academic carnival in the pursuit of truth, that blockade was washed away clean.

No.

It wasn't even washed away.

It directly turned into a gigantic, incomparably ironic joke, nailed to the pillar of historical shame for everyone to watch and ridicule.