Chapter 460: Working Hard for Reunion

He wanted to use the name of Rama Xieqing to lure out all the time travelers and catch them all in one fell swoop.

In the year 3174 of the Hengguang Era, the planet Cairo was shrouded in a strong modern atmosphere. Oil was used in large quantities, and chimneys emitting thick black smoke could be seen everywhere.

In this era, the traffic was still very slow, and if you were not careful, you would miss something. If you didn't do something shocking, it would be difficult to be noticed.

But this era is very different from the modern times in Xie Qing's impression.

Cairo's diameter is comparable to that of Jupiter, and its diameter is about 11 times that of its parent star.

A mysterious force is spreading on this huge planet.

After generations of exploration, the indigenous people finally found four ways to utilize the mysterious power, and each of them formed a system: magic system, potion system, secret method system, and secret spell system.

Xie Qing chose the secret spell system with the lowest lower limit and the highest upper limit.

In the summer of 3174, Ramasheqing held a press conference for the first time.

The venue was packed with people who came to see the event, and even the three streets outside the venue were crowded.

People wanted to see what was so special about this young mathematician that he was favored by fate.

Offstage, Xie Qing's fanatical fans suppressed their excitement and whispered, "Today is Mr. Xie's first public speech. In the past, his assistants were responsible for contacting people from all walks of life."

The person who heard this nodded and added, "I originally thought that Mr. Xie was only quite accomplished in the field of mathematics, but I didn't expect that he was also so far ahead in terms of appearance."

"Yes, who would have thought that a man who spends all his time studying mathematics would be such a handsome young man."

"Mr. Xie doesn't look like a hard worker at all. If I had his looks, why would I write formulas?"

"Great minds think alike. If Lord Ma were here, he would surely feel ashamed of himself."

Someone snorted coldly: "How could Lord Ma envy him? Lord Ma is not only a mathematician, but also a physicist."

"What's that? Mr. Xie is both handsome and talented. I wonder how much better he is than that so-called Lord Ma."

"Wishful thinking. Xie Qing just conveyed those formulas. He is not a corporate inventor. How can such a person be compared with Lord Ma who invented calculus?"

"You like your Lord Ma so much, why did you come to see Mr. Xie's speech?"

"Isn't it because Mr. Xie has put too much advertising? Who in this city doesn't know that Mr. Xie is going to give a speech today? He's making such a big fuss, but I don't know how capable he is."

Xie Qing stood on the podium and took out an envelope with an apple printed on it from his pocket.

The people in the audience immediately started talking.

"Could this letter be from Lord Ma?"

"The Apple logo, gravity, that must be it. Could it be that Lord Ma has an appointment with Mr. Xie?"

“I don’t know what kind of agreement it is.”

Xie Qing opened the envelope, looked at everyone and said, "I accept Mr. Marton's challenge."

The discussion became more intense, with a hint of public outrage.

"Why did Lord Ma suddenly want to challenge Mr. Xie?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because Mr. Xie's speed in writing formulas is faster than Lord Ma's speed in proving them."

"Then Lord Ma must continue to work hard."

"What is he working hard for? He is working in the wrong direction. Those formulas are not meant to be used for proofs, but to be used directly. Didn't you see that Mr. Xie never proves the formulas?"

"Nonsense, I clearly remember Mr. Xie also proved a few formulas at the beginning."

"Let's not talk about the formula first. They definitely didn't use the formula to duel. Lord Ma is a well-known third-level magician. It's probably impossible for Mr. Xie to defeat him." Xie Qing looked at everyone with a gratified look: Yes, that's the reaction! The more intense your reaction, the better the effect of my speech.

Xie Qing knocked on the table twice and coughed twice symbolically: "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the noise in the conference hall disappeared.

People were all horrified, staring at the person on the stage with an almost worshipful and fanatical look: Mr. Xie must be a third-level secret spell master to be able to use the Silence Spell to this extent.

"Forget it, let everyone talk, I'll listen first."

Xie Qing retracted the silencing spell, allowing the people off the field to discuss freely.

"Mr. Xie is actually a third-level secret spellcaster who can silence thousands of people at the same time! It's not impossible to defeat Lord Ma."

"A third-level spellcaster who is only 22 years old has a bright future!"

"The spellcaster is the weakest, right? I heard from my elders that the spellcaster's tactics depend on the right time, right place, and right people, none of which can be missing. Compared to a magician, the spellcaster's tactics are limited and it is difficult to perform well."

"That being said, do you really think that spell casters are weaker than magicians? If spell casters are really that weak, then why have so many people chosen to follow the path of spell casting in the past thousand years?"

"Yes, the strength of a system is not absolute. The degree to which it can be used depends mainly on the practitioner himself."

"Mr. Xie is busy studying mathematical formulas, why does he have so much time to practice secret spells?"

"What do you know? Mr. Addison said that genius is 49% hard work and 51% inspiration. I think Mr. Xie must have 51% inspiration. Even if he doesn't work hard, he can still be two steps ahead of everyone else."

"That's easy for you to say. If you only put in 49% of your effort, at this age, you can only be a first-level spellcaster at best, and you can never reach the second level even if you die. Be two steps ahead, two levels ahead."

"I wonder how much effort and inspiration Lord Ma has put in. Didn't that person just now say that Lord Ma is also a physicist? He certainly doesn't have much time to study magic, right?"

Lord Ma's fans were very dissatisfied and immediately mocked him, "Lord Ma is an elder, how can he not have enough time? Don't judge him by your own standards."

The reception ended in a commotion.

Lord Ma, who was far away in a foreign country, also heard about this and specially called his friends to discuss this unique reception with them.

Friend A said, "Master Ma, I heard that the streets were empty that day, and the venue staff picked up pens that filled ten baskets, and there were countless notebooks for signatures."

The Lord frowned slightly: "Why are there so many people at his fan meeting, but only a few people at my fan meeting?"

Friend B comforted him, "Sir, this is his first fan meeting, so there are many people. You are different from him. You often hold fan meetings, so your audience number should be the sum of the number of people from all the fan meetings. By this calculation, you must have far more followers than him."

Marton nodded, agreeing with his friend's words, but he raised a new question: "Have you ever found a pen in my venue?"

Friend B immediately became embarrassed, and his little finger couldn't stop shaking. After about half a minute, he said awkwardly, "No, that's not the case."

Marton's face darkened: "Doesn't that explain the problem?"

Friend C interjected, “Sir, the fact that so many people lost their pens in his meeting just shows that he has no order, no discipline, and no good rules.”

"Does that mean you guys are very good at maintaining the rules? Did you find the pen? Did you really do that, or did you hear about it? Has anyone been to the scene?"

Friend D said frankly, “I’ve been there.”

Lord Ma's expression became even uglier: "Did you lose your pen?"

"No."

"Did you find the pen?"

"nor."

Marton sighed and said, "It seems that I am really not as good as him. He and I have agreed to have a decisive battle on Midsummer Night in Idun City. If you have time, remember to go and watch the battle."

(End of this chapter)