The World Is Watching Me at a Global Conference, but I'm in Physics Class

Seven hundred thousand meteorites hurtled toward them at incredible speed.

Blue Star faced imminent destruction.

The global emergency summit was at a complete loss.

"Hey, are you there, 110? I have something I want to ask you about. Suppose there were seven hundred thousand..."

"Old Qin, what kind of weird sci-fi novel are you working on now? And why do you keep asking me to figure out the principles? I don't know either."

"Ugh, I give up. Let's reverse-engineer it, then I'll give you two diagrams to bluff your way through."

"You little brat, are you going to study or not? You're playing on your phone in class again!"

"Ah, never mind, never mind, Old Qin. I have physics class now, or the teacher's going to chew me out again."

Beep, beep, beep...

All that remained was a group of the world's top scientists staring blankly at the correct atomic arrangement and blueprints...

"Physics class? What the fuck???"

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.