Super Black Technology

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At this time, the old professor had a depressed expression on his face, and the rest of the scientists did the same.

Everyone was extremely puzzled, what happened? Is there any problem?

But listen, the old professor said depressedly: "It's a pity, we haven't figured out the location of that area yet!"

What?

Obama and others were shocked.

Nima, you have all figured out the time and size, but you haven't figured out the position yet?

The old professor's face was ugly: "We calculated this based on the data of the prodigy Ike, otherwise we would not even be able to calculate the time and size. However, this is just a data. It is not easy for us to calculate so much with a supercomputer." gone."

"For example, I know Mr. President that your name is Obama, and I know your height and size, but I don't know where you are usually!" The old professor took the president as an example.

Hearing this example, President Obama realized something, and immediately asked softly:

"You want to find Ike?"

As soon as these words came out, all the scientists set their eyes on fire and nodded quickly, with excited expressions.

"Yes, Mr. President, we want little Ike!"

"Yes, Mr. President. I can guarantee that Little Ike must have some kind of magical formula for calculating celestial bodies!"

"If we learn about it, we can quickly figure out where that area is. That way, a large planetary orbital gun can go up."

...

All the scientists shouted excitedly, and the meeting room was almost turned into a vegetable market.

"Stop! Stop!"

Hughes stood up to stop the noisy noise, then he looked at the old professor and asked seriously: "Are you sure you have obtained that magical calculation formula, so that you can calculate the specific address?"

The old professor nodded heavily, and all the scientists also nodded heavily.

"Sure! I dare to guarantee my life!"

"Okay!" Hughes slammed the table and said seriously, "I'll go! I'll help you find the little ones!"

There was thunderous applause in the audience.

To be honest, that scary and mischievous little guy is really too difficult to deal with, and only Hughes is the most suitable candidate among the people present. If even Hughes can't handle it, then they have nothing to talk about.

In this way, in the thunderous applause of the audience and the anticipation of everyone, Hughes left the venue with a tragic mood.

He has to choose a gift for the little guy first, so he can't go there empty-handed.

Hey, I have a headache!

Did you go to MIT this time to bring a big watermelon to the little guy? Or take a Donald Duck doll?

...

The next day, Massachusetts. Cambridge City. MIT.

At this time, Ike was sitting in the classroom and listening to a class. It was a physics class, and he joined the physics department.

For this reason, professors and lecturers from the entire physics department rushed to attend the class. Unlike before, all the professors were doing their own research, and no one wanted to go to the classroom.

Now it's different, the most talented super prodigy of all time is here to be their student.

As a physics teacher for a child prodigy, who would dare not work harder, and want to be famous and immortal?

On the podium, a middle-aged professor explained "Quantum Field Theory" in high spirits.

After finishing a section, the middle-aged professor paused for a moment, then looked towards the first row under the podium.

There was a little guy sitting there.

"Little Ike, did you understand just now?" The middle-aged professor stepped off the podium and asked the little guy kindly.

As for the other students, heh, it's none of his business!

Even if he couldn't understand any of them, he still received his salary, and even the principal couldn't deduct it. Because he was specially hired by the Massachusetts Institute of Technology a few years ago, the physics medals he has won can fill a podium.

Hearing the professor's question, Ike replied cutely: "It's so simple, I understand everything."

The middle-aged professor was overjoyed. He was afraid that the lesson he taught today would be too complicated for the little guy to understand.

It seemed that he was worrying unfoundedly. As the smartest child prodigy in history, how could he not understand? It seems that tomorrow I can skip the progress of the lecture a little bit.

The middle-aged professor thinks so, but it doesn't mean that other students can understand.

At this time, a male student raised his hand and stood up, and asked respectfully:

"Professor, in the 'gamma matrix of the spinor field' you mentioned just now..."

Before the question was finished, the middle-aged professor waved his hand impatiently and said, "It's class time now, if you have any questions, ask them after class."

After speaking, the middle-aged professor walked back to the podium to continue the class.

The male classmate was so tragic that he had to sit down by himself.

Because Ike said that the class was too simple, the middle-aged professor spoke quickly in the next class, and a lot of knowledge was just mentioned.

But quantum field theory is inherently difficult, and now the teacher is still talking roughly, who can fully understand it?

Now it's not just the tragedy of the male classmate just now, but the collective tragedy of the whole class.

"Oh my god, we can't keep up with the class with the little prodigy. Help, help!"

"God, please send down a divine thunder and kill that little guy."

"Please! Hack him to death!"

...

Many academic masters complained in their hearts one after another, but they were just complaining.

No one dared to stand up and interrupt the professor's lecture, not one.

Because, this middle-aged professor is one of the most famous professors in the school, and even the principal of the college is not a bird when he is offended.

His style has always been to speak in class, and flash when he is done, no one can keep him. It is said that after taking the class for several years, no one has ever received his advice after the class.

Hey, tragedy, why are people so different? Why are we not child prodigies?

Time passed quickly, and not long after, the middle-aged professor had finished all the content of the class.

As soon as the lecture was over, the middle-aged professor stepped down from the podium again, and asked the little guy with a smile:

"Little Ike, did you understand today's class? Did you understand everything?"

Ike nodded like a chicken. While nodding, he praised the professor.

"Professor, what you said is really good, I understand everything!"

The sound fell, but when the sound of "bang bang bang" sounded, the whole class fell to the ground collectively.

God, quickly take this perverted monster back, the world is no longer suitable for him!

Hearing Ike's praise, the middle-aged professor was even happier.

"Come on, little Ike, I'll take you to the physics lab for experiments."

Go to the physics lab? Great, I also happen to have some experiment to do!

Ike smiled cutely and nodded again.

Seeing this, the middle-aged professor happily held the little guy's hand, and then walked out of the classroom.

...

puff! puff! puff!

The whole class vomited blood collectively.

God, send that perverted monster to hell, only there is his destination.

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