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An Xiaotian and Xiao Zhongda shared a silent understanding, both choosing to remain quiet as they awaited Jiao An's reaction. However, Jiao An lowered her head, reaching under her thigh. After lifting it slightly, her legs could barely sway against the ground. The lush grass beneath her was cleared of fallen leaves, leaving a serene silence. Faced with the sudden confession, her demeanor resembled that of a seventeen-year-old girl.
"Weishan, look at me," Jiao An said calmly. "We've always been the best partners, right?"
"Yes."
"So you want to take our relationship further now?"
"Uh..." Qin Weishan found himself at a loss for words. Lacking experience, he only knew he wanted to express his feelings to Jiao An.
"I've never denied my feelings for you, Weishan." Jiao An smiled and placed her hand on Qin Weishan's leg. "Over the years, I've followed you in everything you do, haven't I? There's no need to doubt it; we truly have mutual feelings. But you should understand me—I'm two different people in work and personal life. Dumb Qiao isn't very good at mixing emotions with work. Right now, we both know what's important. I'll agree to your feelings, but only when the time is right."
"That's it for our heart-to-heart; I'm heading back."
Jiao An was the one who brought them to the garden and also the first to leave. Qin Weishan felt extremely dejected, resting his arm on his thigh and even contemplating asking An Xiaotian for a cigarette.
"I don't smoke, and neither do you," An Xiaotian said as he leaned closer, taking Jiao An's previous seat and placing a comforting hand on the downcast Qin Weishan. "It's okay; Sister Jiao An didn't reject you. You're too impatient, Weishan; that's your flaw. She sees things more clearly than you do."
"Am I not seeing clearly?" Qin Weishan's expression of grievance made An Xiaotian realize this was the first time he had felt such sadness. "I've never been in a relationship before; I'm almost forty. And who knows if we'll even be alive tomorrow? If I have to sacrifice something, I don't want to leave any regrets."
"Yes, we all understand," An Xiaotian reassured him. "But have you noticed your problem—you only care about yourself? You're focused on fulfilling your own desire for love. Sister Jiao An isn't a tool for you to achieve your goals; she's your partner. You need to think more about her feelings and respect her choices. Women often consider relationships more carefully than we do, and they desire a sense of ceremony. What she expects isn't just a direct confession from you but actions that show her she can be your whole world."
"Well, at least she didn't reject you; she admitted she loves you. It's not like she pushed you aside. Don't be so upset; you're the Asian boxing champion—this doesn't look good for your image. Weishan, when the time comes, your love will develop naturally."
"Oh dear." Xiao Zhongda looked at the half-eaten grape in his hand and teased while nibbling on it, "Isn't it true that humans kiss and then have kids when they date? At least that's how it is in movies—so boring! I even picked out a ripe bunch just for this... Take care; come by often!"
Final Countdown: 90 Days
After an extended period of intense research work, Xu Yicheng and Liang Muqi finally reached their breaking point. Everyone had urged them to take a day off long ago, and now they were seen lounging on deck chairs in the villa area, facing the children's playground opened by the Song Family Group. The two-dollar-per-hour fee attracted nearby parents like moths to a flame; every evening, this place became a gathering spot for children.
"I want to play too," Xu Yicheng said as he turned to glance at Liang Muqi, who was nearly asleep.
Liang Muqi struggled to lift his eyelids and chuckled lightly: "Go ahead; you'll just block the slide when you get on."
"Just like how you blocked your own life back then."
Liang Muqi smiled faintly but remained silent.
What truly exhausted them wasn't just the long-term research but rather their progress on String Energy hitting a deadlock—vibrational frequencies of strings determine the size and nature of microscopic forces. This meant that activating string vibrations within specific ranges could generate strong interactions that would greatly assist in constraining Antimatter with circular magnetic fields. This provided Xu Yicheng with a new ideal solution for a problem that had troubled him for some time. However, a new challenge now loomed before these top scientists: how could they activate string vibrations and ensure their frequencies met their expectations?
This was an entirely new issue that Nars had never encountered before; at this moment, they had no support and were relying solely on themselves. Yet no matter how they hypothesized, every possibility seemed negated by the flawed integral situations that arose after defining their domains. They couldn't comprehend why there were points where extreme values were infinite—this contradicted their belief that "within a given Time frame, each quantum string can only create or absorb limited energy at specific frequency ranges." Such setbacks led Liang Muqi to recall something he had said to his mentor in his youth: "Why haven't we developed more effective mathematics than calculus after all this time in human evolution? This stuff can't even calculate tiny limits; any unresolvable answer is just labeled as infinity!"
"It's so hot," Xu Yicheng casually remarked as he picked up a cup of milk tea. Today's temperature was unusually high; it had already reached twenty-seven degrees by noon. After sitting out for so long, the ice cubes in his milk tea had melted completely. He felt the temperature change in his hand as he held the cup—a subtle sensation as if his warmth selflessly donated itself to the cup...
"Liang?"
"Well... I'm going to sleep for a bit, don't disturb me."
"Don't you feel hot? I added some ice for you, remember to drink it."
"Okay... yeah, it's really hot..."
In Liang Muqi's blurred mind, he gradually fell into the strokes of the character "hot," each stroke appearing and disappearing like the aurora. Once completed, the area that had been drawn in the darkness ignited, and the fiery red character "hot" lay flat before him again. The scorching air distorted the scene in front of him. Through the heat waves of the character "hot," he saw his father in the home laboratory from his childhood, adjusting something. Between the two tips of a machine, two arcs of electricity intersected, and sparks fell at young Liang Muqi's feet.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"I'm making a homemade smart welding machine for our family. Since I don't come home often and your mom needs to use the car for work—remember how you broke it last time? I have to do it myself."
"Wow, is it a robot?"
"Yes." His father squatted down, allowing young Liang Muqi to touch his chest with his finger. The residual warmth of the heat-resistant suit had not yet dissipated; Liang Muqi thought it was his father's body temperature, warm like a small sun, like summer rays shining on his face.
"Remember this temperature, Qiqi. When Dad isn't around, you can try generating heat with arcs too. In winter, bring warmth to your mom for me, okay? I believe you can do it. Dad will always love you."
"Okay... hot!"
Xu Yicheng, who had been playing music loudly, was startled by Liang Muqi's sudden shout and nearly fell off his lounge chair. Ignoring the gazes of others, Liang Muqi immediately grabbed the confused Xu Yicheng and excitedly gestured, "Hot! Hot! Hot!"
"Hey, are you okay?" Xu Yicheng quickly pulled Liang Muqi behind a light-blocking curtain. "Calm down! You're embarrassing me in front of everyone."
"Thermal radiation! It's thermal radiation!" Liang Muqi trembled as if he had gone mad. "Let me ask you, is String Energy energy? The sky is full of thermal radiation; it's all energy! We can't drive string vibrations at specific frequencies, but we can continuously create new strings! New births have strings with specific frequencies! And we don't need to maintain them; what we need to do is keep creating new strings! How many strings does an atom have? How many atoms are in an object? Just think about it—we..."
"Wait!" Xu Yicheng felt a sudden enlightenment and took a deep breath to summarize in four words: "Energy conversion?"
"Exactly! We've been focusing on studying the properties of String Energy while neglecting its most essential attribute! Why do we always end up with singularities when integrating forces from macro to micro according to the Moon People's formula? That point representing infinity could very well be a critical value—the conversion critical value! Just like the force that separates static friction from kinetic friction! I refuse to believe there's an issue with energy conservation. Yicheng, we need to do this again."
The group dinner that everyone had planned went on without Xu Yicheng and Liang Muqi. After dinner, Nars returned to the research institute's hall with Liu Xuan only to find Chen Hao and Wen Yue City sitting at an eighteen-person rotating table in the hall, where Nars's weapon, Tianchuang Gloves, was placed at the center.
"What are you doing?" Nars asked in confusion as they arranged various devices around Tianchuang Gloves as if testing something. They looked very excited and no longer appeared haggard as they had days before.
Chen Hao explained Liang Muqi's and Xu Yicheng's ideas to Nars because Tianchuang Gloves operate by rapidly collecting Cosmic Energy in space and delivering strikes. Wen Yue City believed that the device used for energy absorption in Tianchuang Gloves might be highly valuable for Liang Muqi's hypothesis. Nars had lent Tianchuang Gloves to Chen Hao's team yesterday; Qin Weishan's new equipment also needed to reference Tianchuang Gloves' design concept—no wonder they hadn't returned them yet.
Wen Yue City thought Nars would be angry for not asking his permission but was surprised when Nars nodded and remarked, "So my second-tier weapon Curry is this useful after all. Liang Muqi is indeed a genius; he came up with a solution in such a short time—I'm not as good as him."
Nars didn't linger; as a strategist, he had other matters to consider during his post-dinner walk. Liu Xuan switched back to her main personality after just taking a stroll and went outside while messaging Ma Yihan on her phone. She asked Nars, "Nars, what are your thoughts on Blackhawk? You haven't made your stance clear yet."
"I was neutral before, but based on what I've seen today, Liang Muqi's intellect is too valuable. To be honest, I don't quite support your opinion, Xuan."
Ever since Earth's first space defense line Heavenly Eye and its Armed Satellite Matrix were destroyed, An Xiaotian along with Liu Xuan and Nars were among the first to realize the need to expand their alliance's combat power. They always had ideas about recruiting talented individuals; however, exceptional humans like The Celestial Warriors were not easy to come by. Coincidentally, Liang Muqi's return shifted their focus back to the long-shelved Black Hawk Armor. Liu Xuan had previously suggested this matter to An Xiaotian, believing that having Liang Muqi join the alliance as Blackhawk would be significant since each member of The Celestial Warriors was equivalent to at least a division on Earth—a single addition would greatly enhance their combat strength. An Xiaotian did not oppose this but expressed concern due to past shadows; he felt they should observe Liang Muqi for some time longer before returning Black Hawk Armor to him.
Nars stood on the opposite side of both; his strategies were often more thorough and comprehensive. He opposed allowing Liang Muqi to participate directly in battles; given his intellect, it might be more suitable for him to command from behind. Although Liang Muqi had injected serum similar to Lu Sha's bloodline three years ago during his duel with An Xiaotian wearing Fire Eagle Armor, his combat experience was limited. Moreover, Nars recalled An Xiaotian mentioning that Black Hawk Armor could be operated remotely without a pilot since it was an upgraded version of Fire Eagle Armor—therefore there was no need for Liang Muqi to personally engage in battle; he had already dedicated himself fully to their technology development—something everyone recognized.
"Liu Xuan, everyone has made breakthrough progress. Shouldn't you put in some effort too?" Nars changed the subject.
"Oh dear... I'm someone who specializes in technology. It's perfectly normal for me to take my time learning Telekinesis."
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